<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:54:06.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sasa says...</title><subtitle type='html'>"If only there was an invention that bottled up a memory, like a scent. And it never faded and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-113092461862607419</id><published>2005-11-02T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:43:38.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to have a heart to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i'm exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-113092461862607419?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/113092461862607419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=113092461862607419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/113092461862607419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/113092461862607419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-need-to-have-heart-to-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-112759896243365650</id><published>2005-09-24T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:56:02.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(damn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC TAG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RULES:&lt;br /&gt;List five songs that you are currently loving. It doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post these instructions, the artists, and the songs in your blog (Xanga). Then tag five other Xanga friends to see what they're listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry, the first two are entire CDs)&lt;br /&gt;1. the question- emery (especially 1, 6, and hidden track 13)&lt;br /&gt;2. late registration - kanye west&lt;br /&gt;3. at the wake - format&lt;br /&gt;4. los angeles, i'm yours - the decemberists&lt;br /&gt;5. coffee - copeland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-112759896243365650?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/112759896243365650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=112759896243365650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112759896243365650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112759896243365650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-music-tag-rules-list-five-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-112729203743326694</id><published>2005-09-21T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T01:40:37.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i apologize for being a horrible friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-112729203743326694?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/112729203743326694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=112729203743326694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112729203743326694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112729203743326694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-apologize-for-being-horrible-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-112641366990554756</id><published>2005-09-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:41:09.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i still look sixteen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-112641366990554756?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/112641366990554756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=112641366990554756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112641366990554756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112641366990554756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-do-i-still-look-sixteen.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-112552104809628976</id><published>2005-08-31T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T13:44:08.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;since i never really had time to blog about my summer, i've decided to sum it up in the laziest way possible - pictures!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/1600/DSCN5997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/320/DSCN5997.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/1600/DSCN6010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/320/DSCN6010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/1600/DSCN6109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/320/DSCN6109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/1600/DSCN63922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/320/DSCN63921.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/1600/DSCN6379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/320/DSCN6379.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/1600/DSCN6364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/320/DSCN6364.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/1600/DSCN6353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/320/DSCN6353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/1600/DSCN6356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/320/DSCN6356.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/1600/DSCN6822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/320/DSCN6822.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/1600/DSCN6819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6442/117/320/DSCN6819.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-112552104809628976?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/112552104809628976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=112552104809628976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112552104809628976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112552104809628976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/08/since-i-never-really-had-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-112486000915297765</id><published>2005-08-23T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T12:35:19.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have rubbed off on my phone so now it's as lazy as i am. because it will only let me talk through the mic when it fancies (which isn't often,) i have to resort to hearing this all the time "Hello?? HELLO??? hhelleleleleoo??!!!?!?!??!?!?!?!" and when i try to call that person back, it inevitably goes straight to their voicemail because they're &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; trying to talk to me. SO.. to alleviate the stress of the situation, jesse cates gave me the idea of coming up with a code - similar to morse code - that will enable me to communicate with my confused callers (because believe me, even the most frequent of callers *cough*frank*cough* will forget my dire situation and the cycle will propagate once more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARISSA'S CODE (how original!)&lt;br /&gt;(# = number of times a key is pressed)&lt;br /&gt;# - yes&lt;br /&gt;## - no&lt;br /&gt;### - wtf&lt;br /&gt;#### - haha (pity laugh)&lt;br /&gt;##### - HAHAHA (okay, yeah i admit that was funny)&lt;br /&gt;#######- can't talk now i'll call you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should cover me for at least three minutes - maybe even longer like 1/2 hour if i'm talking to someone like hoai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the top left image in the "about me" section is broken because i was stupid enough to accidently delete it. sorry =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-112486000915297765?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/112486000915297765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=112486000915297765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112486000915297765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112486000915297765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-rubbed-off-on-my-phone-so-now.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-112142042108796210</id><published>2005-07-15T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:32:36.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so where have i been? in a creative rut, that's where. in my absence from blogger i've gone through both my worst and best quarters of college, survived a highly stressful - but wildly successful - pcn, cut my hair dramatically shorter (as can be seen in my profile picture to the left,) celebrated a 1 yr + 6 mo anniversary, visited all four parks of disneyworld, and learned to make my own clothing (wow, aren't i the picture of domesticity!) but, alas, after almost six months of hiatus, here i am, ready to weave a wonderfully crafted, witty, yet profound entry to mark my triumphant return to blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s if you haven't watched r. kelly's 5 part opera, you are missing out on an important piece of musical history. rubber.. rubber.. rubber! &gt;[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;edit: new &lt;a href="http://marisasa.blogspot.com/archives/marisasa_archive.html" target=new&gt;archive&lt;/a&gt; page =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-112142042108796210?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/112142042108796210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=112142042108796210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112142042108796210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/112142042108796210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-where-have-i-been-in-creative-rut.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-110733642519255886</id><published>2005-02-02T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T01:28:08.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Simply put, I absolutely adore you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-110733642519255886?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/110733642519255886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=110733642519255886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110733642519255886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110733642519255886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/02/simply-put-i-absolutely-adore-you.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-110620485576686674</id><published>2005-01-19T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T23:53:04.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when the only way you can view your bank statement without having a heart attack is by closing one eye and covering the other, you know that it's time to get a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and for me, that time was three months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the deal: if you know anywhere that's hiring someone with absolutely no skills -OR- if you know of anyone willing to donate to "Marissa's Shopping Fund," then give them my number posthaste, please (&lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; if the latter situation presents itself &lt;@:) !!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it is well known that i spend most of my time on the floor below mine, (more specifically, in the room at the end of the hall,) what &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; goes on behind closed doors has has never been revealed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;.. &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/lookeeeeehere/detail?.dir=cb4c&amp;.dnm=b427.jpg&amp;.src=ph" target=new&gt; take a peek...&lt;/a&gt; IF YOU DARE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-110620485576686674?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/110620485576686674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=110620485576686674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110620485576686674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110620485576686674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-only-way-you-can-view-your-bank.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-110549227813474404</id><published>2005-01-11T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T17:11:18.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>portfolio online</title><content type='html'>i've put up a &lt;a href="http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~mmaderaz/" target=new&gt;portfolio&lt;/a&gt; of my various web designing attempts online. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-110549227813474404?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/110549227813474404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=110549227813474404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110549227813474404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110549227813474404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/01/portfolio-online.html' title='portfolio online'/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-110508537668100201</id><published>2005-01-07T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T00:11:16.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=40px&gt;francis is the coolest guy at school!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;happy 20th birthday, love &lt;@:)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-110508537668100201?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/110508537668100201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=110508537668100201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110508537668100201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110508537668100201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2005/01/francis-is-coolest-guy-at-schoolhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-110370691776681051</id><published>2004-12-22T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:19:17.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you look MARVELOUS tonight..."</title><content type='html'>just got back from frank's present (yes. it is one a.m. how was i able to manage to break 10:30 curfew? via the power of sugarcult) and yes, i said sugarcult... my guilty pleasure. i know i'm not the first to admit that their catchy melodies have seduced me into joining the scissor cult (as evidenced by the large amount of screaming prepubescent girls in the crowd..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and i know i would be lying to myself if i didn't say it was &lt;em&gt;awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as were the opening bands (minus the first one who just, for a lack of a better term, sucked ass.) i was even &lt;i&gt;thisclose&lt;/i&gt; to scoring a pick thrown by someone in the band that landed on the floor of the soundbooth in front of me. i was so busy trying to calculate the possibility that something so light could possibly have landed so far, that by the time i realized the minimal effects of air resistance on a small yet fairly weighty thin plastic object, some whiny twelve year old got off first and proceeded to have her sugar-orgy, pick in hand. &lt;i&gt;dammmiiittt&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. but that's okay. i had a belly full of rainforest cafe and a super fly asian guy (who wore his "a fall farewell" shirt to secure his dignity) by my side. we skipped out before the last song as to avoid the crowd of children, anxious to meet worried mommy and daddy in the parking lot (and rightly so.) hey- shows can be a very dangerous place. esp. at a sugarcult show... with all the faux-moshing and all... as one girl had told her mother after being dropped off "mom... there's nothing i can do about it! people will push me! it's just &lt;I&gt;what happens&lt;/i&gt;." geez. sometimes parents just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, frank, as today was an incredibly delightful day! (maybe next time disneyland will give us churros)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-110370691776681051?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/110370691776681051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=110370691776681051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110370691776681051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110370691776681051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-look-marvelous-tonight.html' title='&quot;you look MARVELOUS tonight...&quot;'/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-110261576044698985</id><published>2004-12-09T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T17:00:41.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=30px&gt;happy birthday, hoai!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas came early last night as brandon, frank, and i raided sephora. erick, our most gracious host, &lt;i&gt;showered&lt;/i&gt; us with free samples! i got &lt;A HREF="http://www.fredericfekkai.com" target=new&gt; frederic fekkai&lt;/a&gt; glossing shampoo and protein rx, &lt;a href="http://www.philosophy.com/" target=new&gt;philosophy&lt;/a&gt; shampoo/conditioner/body wash all in one (raspberry/strawberry/grace) (i also wanted a sample of their "falling in love" perfume which smells &lt;i&gt;divine&lt;/i&gt;,) &lt;a href="http://www.polo.com/shop/index.jsp?categoryId=1853526&amp;cp=1760786&amp;nav=lhn" target=new&gt;ralph lauren&lt;/a&gt; "style,"  &lt;a href="http://www.parfumslolitalempicka.com/" target=new&gt; lolita lempicka&lt;/a&gt; perfume, and another perfume i can't remember the name of. i LOOOVEE sephora =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-110261576044698985?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/110261576044698985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=110261576044698985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110261576044698985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110261576044698985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-hoai-christmas-came.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-110212116251611198</id><published>2004-12-03T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T16:45:55.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is, indeed, the most WONDERFUL time of the year =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;my christmas shopping list&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with an emphasis on &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;shopping&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore?family=iPod" target=new&gt;20 GB ipod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.toshibadirect.com/td/b2c/clin.to?rcid=-26367&amp;coid=-26368&amp;ccid=1291021&amp;seg=HHO&amp;sel=0" target=new&gt; notebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-form/002-6835105-4338469" target=new&gt; sex and the city&lt;/a&gt; all six seasons&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.ikea-usa.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10101&amp;storeId=12&amp;productId=44615&amp;langId=-1&amp;parentCats=10119*10337" target=new&gt;amorf quilt set&lt;/a&gt; (or not. you can't tumble dry it - how inconvenient! but look at how pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/shopping/product/detailmain.jsp?itemID=6987&amp;itemType=PRODUCT&amp;iMainCat=10&amp;iSubCat=22&amp;iProductID=6987"&gt; Lux Side Sash Voile Circle Skirt&lt;/a&gt; in antique tea (the elusive skirt i've only seen in two uo stores but never in my size. wahh.)&lt;br /&gt;* pajamas&lt;br /&gt;* rug for our room&lt;br /&gt;* ink for my printer&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.mariafullofgrace.com" target=new&gt;maria full of grace&lt;/a&gt; dvd&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.philosophy.com/" target=new&gt;philosophy&lt;/a&gt; shampoo (raspberry/strawberry/grace) and "falling in love" perfume &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-110212116251611198?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/110212116251611198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=110212116251611198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110212116251611198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110212116251611198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-is-indeed-most-wonderful-time-of.html' title='it is, indeed, the most WONDERFUL time of the year =)'/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-110206066107844971</id><published>2004-12-02T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T23:57:41.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 + 1 = 11!</title><content type='html'>time for an update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- francis and i caught "ballet prelocaj" a couple weeks ago. it was &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;. the music was awesome and the dancing... oh wow. the costumes were beautiful - they were designed by a guy who once did a collection for christian dior. anywhoo, the production was basically an orgasm simulated on stage... complete with provacative gyrations and orgasmic moaning. they did really intricate movements involving yarn that were just astounding... i especially loved the ending when a guy pops out of a gigantic red yarn ball covered in ejaculate. HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;- i know it's really late, but, i must say, &lt;a href="http://www.theincredibles.com" target=new&gt;the incredibles&lt;/a&gt; is a &lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt; movie. i saw it on my first double date ever with jane and mikey and, despite the grumpy old man and his mistress that kept staring at us, we had a great time =)&lt;br /&gt;- gushi is better than ono&lt;br /&gt;- first round of midterms went (surprisingly) very well... mostly in part because i've been experimenting with this new fangled concept that a couple people do before tests called "studying." try it! it actually works (for the most part.) i just hope that i don't, as brandon affectionately puts it, "eat shit and die" after finals (like i did on the second round of midterms.)&lt;br /&gt;- turkey sandwhiches at bruin cafe, hummus, saltine crackers from the dining halls, twistables, and heath bars... welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;- i saw jude law at the closer premiere. (my life is now &lt;i&gt;officially&lt;/i&gt;complete.)&lt;br /&gt;- good times with andrea and jackie making gharidelli brownies =) i love those girls!&lt;br /&gt;- i've missed an entire week of 8 a.m classes due to bloody noses caused by the combination of extremely dry air and the central dykstra heater that makes our rooms stuffy. &lt;em&gt;however&lt;/em&gt; i made up for it by not succumbing to laziness and actually doing work... at &lt;em&gt;seven thirty in the morning&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i must add that today marks the 11th month of our relationship. frank makes me so incredibly happy, it's amazing. it's so wonderful having someone so caring, understanding, and loving in my life... and i'm glad that it's him. thanks for everything, love =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-110206066107844971?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-110124069447338353</id><published>2004-11-23T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T16:19:02.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  my fish&lt;br /&gt;      my friend&lt;br /&gt;          meaning of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;em&gt;GOD&lt;/em&gt; WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even keep a goldfish for two weeks. how horrible am i. goldfish are known to be hardy animals that can live up to &lt;eM&gt;twenty years&lt;/em&gt; if properly cared for. leave it to me to kill it in 14 &lt;i&gt;days&lt;/i&gt;. perhaps it was too cold - i mean, i did put the tank in the most ill advised location (right next to the window.) maybe the current was too strong and, as brandon said, "it gave into the filter." could i have possibly overfed her? not done enough water changes (i ask as i glance at the water i had set aside for a water change that was to be done today)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just because i suck at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-110124069447338353?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/110124069447338353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=110124069447338353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110124069447338353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110124069447338353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/11/tuna.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-110063039499312927</id><published>2004-11-16T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T10:40:28.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i honestly believe that God put email and xanga in the world to distract me from writing my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/sasasays" Target=new&gt;what have i been up to?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-110063039499312927?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/110063039499312927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=110063039499312927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110063039499312927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/110063039499312927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-honestly-believe-that-god-put-email.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109935518573684964</id><published>2004-11-01T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:29:10.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109935518573684964?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109935518573684964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109935518573684964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;welcome to the world, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"[i promise] i will always have gum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;October 21, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109857412629587006?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109857412629587006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109857412629587006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109857412629587006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109857412629587006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/10/jordan-christian-loop-ocampowelcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109837741094275787</id><published>2004-10-21T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T09:50:10.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my math ta has to be one of the most interesting ta's i've ever had because of the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  he never took calculus in college&lt;br /&gt;2.  he never fails to give us intricate details about how he successfully cheated his way through latin in high school&lt;br /&gt;3. yeesul and i agree that he could easily pass for a russian ballet dancer&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;Note:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Pay attention:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;FACT:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  * in a heavy russian accent* "i am allergic to chalk dust.. maybe i should choose another profession."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may not be amusing to you, but it is what makes me look forward to 8 a.m discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s in the process of trying to think of a new layout for &lt;a href="http://toeachhisown.tk" target=new&gt; chris&lt;/a&gt; i shit this one out. wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109837741094275787?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109780798399916735</id><published>2004-10-14T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T19:40:46.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoai put this picture of us helping out during welcome week, and i couldn't resist putting it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v165/hoaichromosome/year%202%20quarter%201/114_1446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about shutting this down. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109780798399916735?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109618497026224944</id><published>2004-09-26T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T00:49:30.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;why dykstra's the best place to live at ucla&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ on the first day i met more people on my floor than i met in my entire building freshman year&lt;br /&gt;+ i've talked to both my pa and ra on topics that go beyond the status of the floor vacuum&lt;br /&gt;+ the amazing amount of storage/closet space!&lt;br /&gt;+ awesome floormates/roomate!&lt;br /&gt;+ using orl flame retardent butcher paper!!&lt;br /&gt;+ 3d poster making!!&lt;br /&gt;+ taiwanese martial arts!!! *ong-bak&lt;br /&gt;+ IT'S SO FUCKING CLOSE TO CAMPUS it's RIDICULOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109618497026224944?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109618497026224944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109618497026224944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109618497026224944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109618497026224944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-dykstras-best-place-to-live-at.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109531869520411670</id><published>2004-09-16T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T00:11:35.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wanted to say that francis is incredibly awesome and that i love him very very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times at &lt;a href="http://thegrovela.com"&gt;the grove&lt;/a&gt;, love &lt;@:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109531869520411670?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109531869520411670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109531869520411670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109531869520411670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109531869520411670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-just-wanted-to-say-that-francis-is.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109492608403670329</id><published>2004-09-11T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T11:19:34.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY (FUCKiNG) BiRTHDAY, JANE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so (fucking) happy at the fact that i not only get to go to (fuckin) ucla with you, but i get to live just a few doors down... (fuck) yeah!!! you are such a (fuckin) awesome awesome awesome friend and such a (fuckin) kick ass person... i just love you &lt;em&gt;too much&lt;/em&gt;, jane kim. &lt;em&gt;too (&lt;/em&gt;fuckin) &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109492608403670329?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109492608403670329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109492608403670329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109492608403670329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109492608403670329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-fucking-birthday-jane-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109474292318410579</id><published>2004-09-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T08:15:23.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>giving more opportunity to the stereotypically underpriveledged by short changing everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO UCLA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109474292318410579?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109474292318410579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109474292318410579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109474292318410579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109474292318410579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/09/giving-more-opportunity-to.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109418567473273063</id><published>2004-09-02T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:31:35.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time line o' looovveeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/early.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/early.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/late.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/late.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/january.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/january.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/eight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/eight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;i LOVE the color combinations in picture 3.... as i love you? weeee!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109418567473273063?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109418567473273063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109418567473273063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109418567473273063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109418567473273063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/09/time-line-o-looovveeee-i-love-color.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109397585462319124</id><published>2004-08-31T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T11:10:54.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWING SET BUDDY TRREESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(who likes to look at droolings on the wall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love you, girl. have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109397585462319124?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109397585462319124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109397585462319124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109397585462319124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109397585462319124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-birthday-to-my-swing-set-buddy.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109384377381481616</id><published>2004-08-29T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:29:33.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm rockin the fitting room. it's busy, and i'm all alone, but somehow i'm pulling it off. i'm accessorizing, adding on, complementing my ass off and all the customers seem to be eating it up. best day at work so far!! i walk out to the floor and i see my uncles and i go up to them and talk to them about our "find your fit" event when my manager then storms up to me and yells at me for flirting with the much older men.  "but they're my uncles" i protest "cmon.. who has &lt;i&gt;that many&lt;/i&gt; uncles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, this is all just a dream... my second gap related dream this week. i work, come back late at night, fall asleep, dream about work, wake up, repeat. if that isn't dedication, i don't know what is. man.. think of all that unpaid quality service i provided during dream work time. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i gave in my two weeks today. so sad. better use up that discount card while i still can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about all these work-related posts. gap slapped on a bitch tag and consumed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is where i would continue this post and talk about my amazing life outside of work to show that i'm not a loser. sadly, as you can see, this is where the post ends.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109384377381481616?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109384377381481616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109384377381481616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109384377381481616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109384377381481616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-rockin-fitting-room.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109362813021468721</id><published>2004-08-27T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:59:45.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;things i learned whilst in riverside with frank&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;­· garden state is a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; movie, but the overall theme of the movie is (for this year anyway) hackneyed ... still, it was realllyyy good. (the guy from scrubs starred, directed, and &lt;i&gt;wrote&lt;/i&gt; it. wow... zach braff- one talented fellow.)&lt;br /&gt;· ontario mills isn't &lt;I&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; that great of a mall. sure, it's big, but that's only because they replaced the usual mall stores with smaller ones. &lt;br /&gt;· also, ontario mills is apparently the only thing in ontario besides an airport.&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; is good with honey mustard.&lt;br /&gt;· going to denny's at 5:00 p.m is reserved for only those aged 80+.&lt;br /&gt;· onion rings and fries can be arranged into humorous words such as "doi" and "dome" provided you are fortunate enough to have an onion ring shaped into a "d"&lt;br /&gt;· according to full house, the true difference between boys and girls is clothing.&lt;br /&gt;· when playing the guitar, the neck must rest in your &lt;i&gt;left hand&lt;/i&gt;, so one must cut their nails accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;· not all gas stations have to be gross. they can have colorful themes such as "under the sea" in which the decor consists of strictly neon fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109362813021468721?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109362813021468721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109362813021468721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109362813021468721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109362813021468721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-i-learned-whilst-in-riverside.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109354232808798065</id><published>2004-08-26T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T10:45:28.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night was fun. andrea, john, and i went on a triple date in k-town. i learned how to use chopsticks and got to hear john speak korean... what a treat! we went to (what else but a) korean restaurant and then made our way to i &lt;3 boba which is just the cutest boba place ever. we had to sit next outside next to loud alaskans who, surprisingly enough, have &lt;em&gt;cell phones&lt;/em&gt;, and apparently don't know the meaning of parking lot safety (maybe in alaska that's how they roll.) we then headed back to john's boug house and admired the sanrio on the wall and other such radient decor his room dons. after taking a delightful trip down memory lane, we called it a night. you know what the best part of the night was? i didn't get lost! weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i learned last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. john has 3 full sized fully operational refridgerators (i think i spelled that wrong. oh well.) in his house because he is one lazy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;2. andrea cannot keep little pieces of food in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;3. john's 1/2 korean 1/2 caucasian roomate is not h-o-t (like the k-pop band.. get it?)&lt;br /&gt;4. you can break all the laws you want in k-town w/o fear of reprimand (like smoking indoors.. but why stop there!)&lt;br /&gt;5. john sits &lt;i&gt;thisclose&lt;/i&gt; to the steering wheel so that he doesn't have to press that hard on the pedals because he is one lazy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm waiting for my dad to come back home so that i can go to riverside. yay for riverside! let me count all the things i love about riverside.. do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109354232808798065?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109354232808798065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109354232808798065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109354232808798065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109354232808798065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/08/last-night-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109303455811734808</id><published>2004-08-20T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T14:02:21.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work at gap rocks my socks - er - &lt;em&gt;stupid old lady slippers&lt;/em&gt; (the strict dress code forces me to trade in my anti old lady slipper antagonism for a bitter thankfulness that i'm not stuck with  wearing heels all the time. ) anyway, despite folding those stupid modern fit pants and always being stuck closing 3 1/2 / 4 of the men's section by myself, work has been surprisingly delightful.  too bad my pay check is almost always recycled back into the gap inc. system or is put into gas for trips to riverside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, good luck to everyone going back to school monday. thanks for ditching me for an &lt;em&gt;entire month&lt;/em&gt; just to get an "education." pshaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times with the girls... our last time all together (minus diana) for a while as jackie's planning on staying up north permanently.  oh well. andrea, justine, and i still have each other.  we had a great summer, guys (very &lt;em&gt;sex and the city&lt;/em&gt; hahhaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i re-did &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/li0nh3art27" target=new&gt; frank's xanga&lt;/a&gt;. enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p.s i'm working on removing that hideous blogger nav. bar. how unattractive! it's &lt;em&gt;a lot &lt;/em&gt; more appealing than the ads though, and the search box searches stuff on my site/archives only.. so that's kinda cool.. but it forced me to move everything down. apparently, i can only get rid of it if i upload via ftp. time to move away from blogspot??? MAYBE. (if i can get a host.. *looks at &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109303455811734808?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109303455811734808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109303455811734808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109303455811734808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109303455811734808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/08/work-at-gap-rocks-my-socks-er-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109239837115302148</id><published>2004-08-13T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T15:15:10.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freeiPods.com/default.aspx?referer=marisasa@walla.com"&gt;free ipod!&lt;/a&gt; seriously. read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Symptoms of insomnia can be different for each individual, and people with insomnia might experience a variety of symptoms:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;· Difficulty falling asleep, which can mean lying in bed for up to an hour or more, perhaps tossing and turning, wishing for sleep to begin &lt;br /&gt;·Awakening during sleep and having trouble getting back to sleep &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Awakening too early in the morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;·Feeling unrefreshed upon awakening &lt;br /&gt;·Daytime irritability, drowsiness, anxiety, and/or nonproductiveness &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got off the phone with francis ~1:20, fell asleep, woke up to brush my teeth, and haven't been able to fall asleep since. it is now &lt;i&gt;4:26 a.m&lt;/i&gt;. my sole companion has been real rhapsody, a free trial i signed up for to get one of those free ipods (refer to end of today's entry for more info.) it (real rhapsody.. that is) is the best thing since sliced bread esp. now with my dial up and lack of dc++. so far, i've listened to every dashboard song i haven't heard yet, after which i (painfully) confess to have moved on to ...98­­°. hey! don't hate. their sexy, sultry rhythms and smooth-as-silk vocals are irresistable, even to those allergic to the boy band staple. their slow songs are, admittingly, &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt; than nsync's... afterall, they were signed to &lt;i&gt;motown records&lt;/i&gt;. what were they missing? i'd say 1. an attractive fifth member and 2. their ability to produce a good upbeat song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough of this meaningless five a.m banter, and on with the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me help you get a &lt;a href="http://www.freeiPods.com/default.aspx?referer=marisasa@walla.com" target=new&gt;&lt;b&gt;free ipod&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. after knowing people that have done this, i can, with 99.99% confidence, assure you that this offer is 100% legit. it's sponsered by a company called Gratis who can give away free ipods as an incentive because of the advertising money they get. in short, you complete one offer, get 5 other friends to do the same, and you get an ipod (more details are in the email they send to you. p.s you have to use your real info!) i did the real rhapsody thing and, although i had to use my card to sign up, i cancelled it right away so i wouldn't be billed. you're left with a free 14 day trial during which you have unlimited access to a billion songs, so it's basically a win-win situation. wee =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109239837115302148?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109239837115302148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109239837115302148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109239837115302148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109239837115302148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/08/free-ipod-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109226630579789082</id><published>2004-08-11T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T16:18:25.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SASA SAYS (5:55:47 PM): looks like you're not down&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (5:55:49 PM): with the street&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:55:54 PM): oh really&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:55:58 PM): im down with street&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:56:00 PM): fwy&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:56:03 PM): highways&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:56:07 PM): and railroads&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (5:56:16 PM): whatev you're just a poser&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (5:56:28 PM): you ain't down with the metro though&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:56:50 PM): just cause im a model for GQ street edition&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:56:54 PM): dont mean im a poser&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:56:58 PM): just means i got the right stuff&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:56:59 PM): for street&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (5:57:12 PM): but dat don't mean you down with the street&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:57:13 PM): nike just sponsered me for street&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (5:57:14 PM): ya heard me&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:57:15 PM): dats the shit &lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (5:57:21 PM): nike ain't street&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:57:23 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:57:31 PM): nike shoes be always on da street&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:57:38 PM): (doo shiyettt)&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (5:57:43 PM): yo whatev datz wack&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:57:46 PM): (dohhh shiyeet)&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:57:53 PM): its not wack&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (5:57:58 PM): wateva foo you don't know what youz talkin bout&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:58:01 PM): only thing wack about it is your clowning on it&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:58:29 PM): i dont need to know what im talking about cause everyone on the street knows&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:58:32 PM): dats right&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (5:58:36 PM): wateva foo don't you hate on me jus youz jealous&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:58:52 PM): dugadugadugaduga street&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:59:05 PM): whatev seasaw&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:59:08 PM): you got nothing on this&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (5:59:11 PM): whateva frank n beanz&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:59:32 PM): you a seasaw cause you see and you saw that im street&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:59:36 PM): jiggawhat&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:59:38 PM): dats right&lt;br /&gt;frank (5:59:43 PM): frank n beans the shit&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:00:09 PM): watev you ain't nothin&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:00:17 PM): that means im something&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:00:20 PM): say what&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:00:22 PM): duga yeah&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:01:06 PM): you must've stepped in somethin cuz youz be trippin foo&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:01:27 PM): just cause i stepped in somethin dont mean i trip&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:01:49 PM): you must have hit the thing next to what i stepped in&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:01:55 PM): cause you be trippin&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:02:13 PM): no youz be trippin you just dont remember cuz you done fall n hit your head&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:02:18 PM): so you be talkin all crazy and shiyet&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:02:30 PM): im getitng tired of this&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:02:34 PM): i win&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:02:36 PM): yay!&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:03:39 PM): i know i'm street cause you a L jigga 7 sqizziuare&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:03 PM): you done boxed yourself&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:04:05 PM): whatev you've got your left index finger and your thumb on your forehead&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:04:06 PM): foooo&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:08 PM): in your own squareness&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:23 PM): yeah i know that&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:27 PM): cause im calling yous a loser&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:32 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:04:33 PM): no cuz youz a loser&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:35 PM): ..&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:39 PM): no you do it to the other person&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:44 PM): you show it on your head&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:04:45 PM): no see it's on your forehead&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:47 PM): to show that they are a loser&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:48 PM): ...&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:49 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:50 PM): omg&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:04:50 PM): like a label&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:51 PM): hahha&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:04:51 PM): yes&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:55 PM): nevermind&lt;br /&gt;frank (6:04:56 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;SASA SAYS (6:04:59 PM): i hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109226630579789082?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109148987941371052</id><published>2004-08-02T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:37:59.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.&lt;br /&gt;i love you straightfowardly, without complexities or pride;&lt;br /&gt;so i love you because i know no other way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy seventh, love =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109148987941371052?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109148987941371052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>MY BIRTHDAY WAS EFFiN AWESOME!!!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything... the surprise party, dashboard, lunch with my family, everyone who called/im-ed/gave me a birthday thing on their blog thing, and the final dinner with the girls... i have wonderful friends, a wonderful family (for one day anyway,) and a wonderful boyfriend who really cares about me and whom i love very much! i had the best birthday of my life this year because i was surrounded by people who i know i will always love, and i know will always be there for me... for those three days, everything was - dare i say - &lt;I&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt;, and days like that are hard to come by... =) i love you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;buca memories..&lt;br /&gt;- jackie's inability to flip a coin (tossing it over her head hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;- jackie's boobs&lt;br /&gt;- diana's sex talk&lt;br /&gt;- andrea and i tuning out diana's sex talk&lt;br /&gt;- "everybody poops" book (and its disturbing pictures that were borderline kiddie porn)&lt;br /&gt;- ladder in bathroom.. whhhaa???&lt;br /&gt;- hot tits for the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of pictures from my birthday, so i put them up &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/sasasays" target=new&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. have fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls looking fantabulous at buca!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109114515986610218?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-109088214068691524</id><published>2004-07-26T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T01:15:14.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this summer just keeps getting better and better!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday, gap called and let me know that i didn't have to come in for my third day of training, thus giving me the opportunity to go see&amp;nbsp;dashboard play on jay leno!!! i woke up at 5:30 in the morning to wait in line for two hours... but it was well worth it!!! their performance was frikken orgasmic... i could barely contain my excitement while they were playing.. what a wonderful birthday present!! they didn't let us take pictures in during the taping, but here are two less exciting ones of our tickets and of frank in front of the jay leno sign &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;the day after that, me and the girls slept over diana's new huge house and went to the boogie which was waaayyy&amp;nbsp;better than that other place we went to. we got lost and continued to be lost even after justine had flirted with the security guards on bikes&amp;nbsp;to get &amp;nbsp;directions... not that she needed to flirt to get their help, but because justine's a pathological flirt! hahahha. anywhoo we &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; found our way and wow... even though we had&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; of&amp;nbsp;fun, all the creepy guys who kept on hitting on / trying to hump us totally killed it. we left around two and ended the night with a trip to del taco and two episodes of sex and the city... =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;talking about justine's bra (hahahah that glowed in the blacklight ahahahha) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "you just had to be there" quotes of the night: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;while choosing our clubbing names..&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;diana - i want to be ashley &lt;br /&gt;justine - you're &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; ashley &lt;br /&gt;diana - we've only been clubbing &lt;i&gt;once&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the car..&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;diana - remember that guy that came up to us who had the boner &lt;br /&gt;me - what? he was wearing a bonnet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - justine! stop taking pictures of yourself!! &lt;br /&gt;justine - fiinnee... i'll just do it when you guys aren't looking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justine - eleven o'clock is the new nine o'clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times.. good times =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went shopping yesterday at gap and i got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$171.84&lt;/span&gt; worth of stuff for only...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;40 DOLLARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;yes. on top on sale prices, i got an additional &lt;i&gt;deeellliciiouuusss&lt;/i&gt; employee discount....&amp;nbsp; a $58.00 pair of pants for $6.98?? a $34.99 top for $6.29?? a $58.00 dress for $13.99??? to say that that's sweet is an understatement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently&amp;nbsp;training at gap. i still can't walk into american eagle without feeling incredibly guilty for turning them down. however, i love it at gap - everyone's really fun and energetic which should make working bearable... dare i say... &lt;i&gt;enjoyable&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;i'm officially starting next week, so come down and i can dress you.. &amp;nbsp;and in return you can give the manager &lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt; comments about me (to make up for that one lady who complained about us when we were training!) working there also gives me an excuse to try to be all trendy, running around in jeans with heels, acting like i'm actually pulling it off.&amp;nbsp; in addition, one of me my co-workers not only shares my love and passion (obsession???) for &lt;i&gt;sex and the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;city&lt;/i&gt;, but she also&amp;nbsp;has &lt;i&gt;five&lt;/i&gt; seasons!!!! weee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i just recently finished &lt;i&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/i&gt; and wow... what a plethora of information. it really is an interesting novel... thanks for recommending it, alex! i finished that book in about 2/3 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i've been catching up with my loved ones esp. michi. the girls and i plan to hit up a salsa club soon, and there's the three way dinner / beach trip that still needs to be arranged. fun stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;¢¾ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-109026489525835970?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/109026489525835970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=109026489525835970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109026489525835970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/109026489525835970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-went-shopping-yesterday-at-gap-and-i.html' 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(i think i love you, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happpppyyyy 19th birthday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?un=eponine&amp;meme=1065511852' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Theme songs of your life&lt;br /&gt; by eponine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='your name?' value='marissa' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' 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color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scary thing is that i actually know the dance from space cowboy. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost three in the morning and sleep seems to be ever so elusive. i just watched the fourth to last episode of the fourth season of sex and the city, and oh, the depression. season four has to be the best season of the first four. if you're not addicted to this show, then you are missing out on one amazing narcotic, my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, my job hunt has come to a very successful ending....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*close your eyes, mr. humongous (referring to the girth of one's ego, of course)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i wish i could say the same for carry and aiden. waahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108907313633268191</id><published>2004-07-05T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T17:19:52.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. morning from hell much??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 9:30 a.m for my &lt;a href="Http://www.ae.com" target=new&gt;american eagle&lt;/a&gt; interview and was alll ready to go by 10:30 a.m when i opened the garage and realized thay my &lt;b&gt;dad had taken my car&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaked out and started balling because i couldn't get a hold of him since he conveniently forgot to take his cell phone with him!!!! i ran outside with the bucket of keys we keep in the kitchen and went through &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of them trying to get into my dad's car with no luck... thank GOD for &lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt; friends like JULIO (who, mind you, is &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; up before noon!!) who &lt;i&gt;graciously&lt;/i&gt; picked me up and &lt;i&gt;miraculously&lt;/i&gt; got me to the mall in time!!!! man oh man! dinner's on me on thursday!! i'm so lucky to have him as a friend!!!! =) he dropped me off right in front of red robin's and i took off my heels and &lt;i&gt;RAN&lt;/i&gt; barefoot through the mall and up the escalators, and by the time i got to american eagle i was so out of breath and i swear my shoes weren't on right for the entire interview... which didn't go so well because i was all flustered and recovering from the madness of the morning. if it hadn't been for frank's pre-interview run thru last night i would've been a complete mess!! thanks, love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this fiasco will not repeat tomorrow morning with my interview for &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com" target="new"&gt;gap&lt;/a&gt;. wish me luck!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108907313633268191?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108907313633268191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108907313633268191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108907313633268191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108907313633268191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/07/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108901362134583512</id><published>2004-07-05T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T00:54:10.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/fourth.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/fourth.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hope everyone had a great fourth of july!&lt;br&gt;(picture is of the view from my aunt's house... we saw all the fireworks shows in the tricity area... sweeet!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in other news, i was laying on my newly cleared desk when the top tipped over forcing me to fall flat on the ground. my arms, shoulders, and hip bone are in incredible pain. yay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; i have my first job interview tomorrow with &lt;a href="http://www.ae.com" target=new&gt;american eagle&lt;/a&gt;. may the inevitable hilarity ensue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108901362134583512?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108901362134583512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108901362134583512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108901362134583512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108901362134583512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/07/hope-everyone-had-great-fourth-of.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108883167919004983</id><published>2004-07-02T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:16:40.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN1657.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN1657.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;.mush&gt;the feeling that i get from being with you is something i've never experienced before.. i don't remember a time when i've ever been so genuinly happy... so comfortable with someone...  there's more to say, but there's a time and a place.... suffice it to say that i love you in a way i never thought i could... happy 6 monthsary, love!! &lt;./mush&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108883167919004983?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108883167919004983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108883167919004983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108883167919004983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108883167919004983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/07/feeling-that-i-get-from-being-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108858020250308244</id><published>2004-06-30T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T13:31:12.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hope you enjoy my new layout. it took me an &lt;i&gt;obscene&lt;/i&gt; amount of time to complete it, but that's probably because i haven't made my own layout in a long time. (yes. i made this using paint and paint shop pro 7. yay) if there's an error, it's because something's wrong with my nedstat counter.. lo siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, in order to view my website as it was meant to be viewed, you have to turn off your &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/typography/cleartype/tuner/1.htm" target=new&gt;cleartype&lt;/a&gt; and have the 1024x768 resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo.. here's to a great summer !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108858020250308244?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108858020250308244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108858020250308244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108858020250308244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108858020250308244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/06/hope-you-enjoy-my-new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108848825314812737</id><published>2004-06-28T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T22:55:08.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i went to magic mountain for the billionth time on saturday and, i must say, it was a lot more fun than i thought it would be... despite the unbearable heat (that forced frank and me to hike up our pants like old ladies caught in a flood) and the fun-resistant cousins. it was fun buying $8 souvenir cups for free water, (BASTARDS!!!) waiting &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt; for one measly 8" pizza, and almost fainting from dehydration!! geez! anywhoo, i can honestly say that it was one of the best times i've ever had at any amusement park... yay for great summer times =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for project: fix up my stupid room, it's going very badly. i keep fighting with my mom over the paint color... she got this hideous putrid green/yellow paint that she chose because she thought it would match with tangerine (???? she saw this thing on better homes and gardens i don't know don't ask) as well as with this hideous yellow comforter she bought last year for me that i hate. now she won't let me pick my own green because she says they won't match my hideous sheets. BAH. screw it. i don't even live here anymore anyway, so what's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started cleaning some stuff out. i felt like i was in eternal sunshine when jim carrey finds little pieces of clementine in his apartment that he missed before he got her erased from his mind. being home has that kind of effect on you. stuff you thought you left behind randomly keep turning up.. memories materialized as receits, momentos, pictures, cards... your entire past bottled up in one room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to start throwing stuff away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition, i hate being home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108848825314812737?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108848825314812737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108848825314812737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108848825314812737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108848825314812737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-i-went-to-magic-mountain-for.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108805688981624560</id><published>2004-06-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T22:52:42.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so far vacation's been extremely wonderful. first, frank (mr. awesome-o weeeeee!!!!) threw me the most awesome surprise party in the history of surprise parties! thank you to everyone who came out and to roxanne and jane for the lovely decorations, the lovely room, the lovely cake, and the lovely alcohol =)  the next night, after a little pre-party (hahaha,) the girls and i went clubbin on friday night followed by a sleep/wake over full of "sex in the city" at justine's. in addition, i've prepared my walls for painting by stripping away 13 years of memories off my walls and closet, and i've applied for everything but water, lerner's new york, gap, and american eagle. yay for retail =) (especially retail with delicious discounts!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a wonderful day in riverside =) frank and i ate at ruby's and spent a lovely afternoon at his house. then, on the way back, i got stuck in HORRIBLE traffic on the 60 which cost me an &lt;i&gt;hour&lt;/i&gt; of my life. just when i thought i was in the clear, BOOM, on the 2 right on my exit, there's an accident that blocked &lt;i&gt;all the lanes&lt;/i&gt; =( i was really really really upset until i passed by the people in the accident and then i felt horrible for being so upset. anywhoo.. i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frank got an A+ in environmental. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit my friend &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/kulangtpkr" target=new&gt;alexlex&lt;/a&gt; who complains too much about not being linked on my blog (hahahaa jk.. or am i??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to a WONDERFUL summer =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s please disregard the previous post. slight inebriation and mass communication abilities do not coalesce as well as one may think.) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108805688981624560?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108805688981624560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108805688981624560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108805688981624560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108805688981624560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-far-vacations-been-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108755149132848139</id><published>2004-06-18T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T02:38:11.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whom ever has said that they had the best friends in the fucking world doesn't know fucking shit and that's because unless they have &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; friends they wouldn't know what best friendship is!! i had the &lt;b&gt;BEST BIRTHDAY IN MY ENTIRE LIFE&lt;/B&gt; tonight and i would like to thank andrea, jackie, diana, john, tanzib, jason, brandon, jane, and frank for making it all possible. weeeee for awesome friends!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala. i'm not tipsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108755149132848139?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108755149132848139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108755149132848139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108755149132848139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108755149132848139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/06/whom-ever-has-said-that-they-had-best.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108676535363412994</id><published>2004-06-09T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T12:13:42.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;you know you're crazy when...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ after almost two years with the same cell phone, one morning you forget how to turn it on and need assistance from someone with a similar phone to help you remember&lt;br /&gt;+ when counting out change for a vending machine, you use letters, not numbers&lt;br /&gt;+ you have an irrational fear of the dark even now at the legally adult age of 18&lt;br /&gt;+ you try to get up and walk knowing perfectly well that you have lost all feeling in your left leg from sitting down too long next to janss steps, and so you fall flat on your side forcing you to make a futile attempt to grasp the grass to keep from rolling down the hill and suffering total and utter humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;+ you convince yourself that after two hours of skateboard tutorial you are ready to skate down the treacherous slopes to campus and face the hoards of unforgiving students rushing to and from class, mercilessly bumping into you and blocking your way, leaving you with no choice but to make a dramatic swerve to the right crashing into bushes (and the like)&lt;br /&gt;+ you convince yourself that even though you suck skateboarding your peers will not point and laugh at you but will instead offer inspirational and constructive criticism... only to be proven dead wrong&lt;br /&gt;+ you think that you're actually going to pass ls2 and chem14B wasting your precious time proving your insanity to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are only a few reasons on my list that prove that i am certifiably insane. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note&lt;br /&gt;hoai claims he has no opinion about frank and the sombrero when in fact he had relayed to me not too long ago his true feelings concerning the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moghOai (10:21:40 PM): frank looks hot in that picture with the mexican hat&lt;br /&gt;moghOai (10:22:03 PM): i think i'll go make out with christina! &lt;i&gt;[edit: frank's female look-a-like]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasasays (10:30:20 PM): your attraction to christine is your way of acting upon your discrete suppressed love for frank&lt;br /&gt;moghOai (10:30:33 PM): hey it's not love!&lt;br /&gt;moghOai (10:30:38 PM): it's called &lt;i&gt;sticking together&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108676535363412994?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108676535363412994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108676535363412994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108676535363412994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108676535363412994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/06/you-know-youre-crazy-when.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108630309505650090</id><published>2004-06-03T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T15:52:26.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looky looky and all my new stuffies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rakuten.co.jp/kitamura/img1044456980.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new polaroid ONE camera provided by my only two friends at ucla, roxanne and frank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2320.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2320.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roses from francis *swoon* hahaha. (thank you =)) there are only four in the picture because i'm drying the fifth one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2321.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2321.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and a new skateboard from me, complete with element graphic, so even though i suck, i still look cool carrying it around ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! thanks so much! i love all my presents =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108630309505650090?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108630309505650090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108630309505650090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108630309505650090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108630309505650090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/06/looky-looky-and-all-my-new-stuffies.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108621857176596990</id><published>2004-06-02T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T16:32:53.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am &lt;b&gt;so lucky&lt;/b&gt; to be with frank. who else has a boyfriend that's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...an AWESOME dancer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN1537.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN1537.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a death ninja pirate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN1665.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN1665.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expert gaucho??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN1579.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN1579.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what i thought! thanks for all the wonderful memories, love. here's to even more!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108621857176596990?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108621857176596990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108621857176596990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108621857176596990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108621857176596990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-am-so-lucky-to-be-with-frank.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108607439907727639</id><published>2004-06-01T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T00:19:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've never been so unfocused in my entire life. i can recall a time where the future was set in a straight line.. everything was so simple. wake up, go to class, go to school, do well, come home, repeat... x 12 years. but now everything's more of a question mark. my future literally rests in the palm of my hands, and i haven't a single clue on what to do with it. the moment that you realize that you know nothing at all is the first time you have complete and utter clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108607439907727639?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108607439907727639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108607439907727639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108607439907727639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108607439907727639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/06/ive-never-been-so-unfocused-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108560190210512267</id><published>2004-05-26T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:05:02.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesource4ym.com/teenlingo/" target=mew&gt;teen lingo&lt;/a&gt; for the day&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all up in my grill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the act of being in someone's face.  &lt;i&gt;"Yo, you don't need to be all up in my grill unless you want me to flex you like a skeeza!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell week is over, and the after math is bittersweet. pcn was a major success, but, unfortunately, i am not at liberty to say the same for my chem and ls2 midterms. i desperately need a class to boost up my pathetic gpa, &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; my science one (which is even worse.) good thing i'm not a science major!! (oh wait... &lt;I&gt;i am&lt;/i&gt;... =( ) i still have three papers to write, two books to read, numerous lectures of chem and ls2 to catch up on... it never &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; ends, it just slows down a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?? fuck life sciences!!! i'll just take up a (note, these are esther's words, not mine) "bs major like sociology." (hahaha &lt;i&gt;paul&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erick goto got into the design/media program AND is now a proud owner of a newly found digital camera. congratulations, erick!! we're very proud! (esp. with the digital camera hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108560190210512267?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108560190210512267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108560190210512267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108560190210512267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108560190210512267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/05/teen-lingo-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108535314448929618</id><published>2004-05-23T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T15:59:04.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you weren't there, then you missed out on an awesome show. thanks to everyone who came out and supported us =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108535314448929618?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108535314448929618/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2279.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2279.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and awesome ginny circa 9 in the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108535289683789339?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108535289683789339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108535289683789339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535289683789339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that's okay. maybe one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108535286948725985?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108535286948725985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108535286948725985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535286948725985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535286948725985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/05/why-cant-i-be-as-cool-as-you-marissa.html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2287.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2287.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dressing room door (both my suites in the same room just for me?? thanks =) hahaha jk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108535272592069617?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108535272592069617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108535272592069617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535272592069617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108535268801284916?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108535268801284916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108535268801284916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535268801284916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535268801284916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/05/jovencita-in-dressing-room.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2300.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2300.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nica, aylene, and bel waiting in the wings.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108535258993117785?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108535258993117785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108535258993117785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535258993117785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535258993117785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/05/nica-aylene-and-bel-waiting-in-wings.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108535256927273063</id><published>2004-05-23T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T15:49:29.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2302.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2302.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choral singing while we wait for cast call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108535256927273063?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108535256927273063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108535256927273063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535256927273063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535256927273063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/05/choral-singing-while-we-wait-for-cast.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108535254815560879</id><published>2004-05-23T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T15:49:08.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2303.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2303.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of the crowd whilst janggay takes our bow. yes. applause is delightful =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108535254815560879?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108535254815560879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108535254815560879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535254815560879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535254815560879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/05/picture-of-crowd-whilst-janggay-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108535250009444224</id><published>2004-05-23T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T15:48:20.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2306.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2306.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessss... pcn's all over. enjoy the adulation of the crowd =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108535250009444224?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108535250009444224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/640/DSCN2309.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/36/976/320/DSCN2309.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and bel in the back during cast call being too cool for the cast song (until alex sucked us in)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108535246142590710?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108535246142590710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108535246142590710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535246142590710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108535246142590710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/05/me-and-bel-in-back-during-cast-call.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108504276725753922</id><published>2004-05-20T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T11:55:28.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry, no time for a real post.. but a lot of people have been asking me about spcn so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;how to get your spcn ticket:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show up on bruin walk with your bruin card starting 9 a.m on friday, may 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry... they're only giving out ucla community tickets, but if i can come across any extra, i'll let you know =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh, and hoai said that i never mention him in my blog, so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoai isn't coming. he chose his mom over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108504276725753922?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108504276725753922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108504276725753922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108504276725753922'/><link rel='self' 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ensemadas in the world (amongst other yummy delights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon "the plaza" will be back in action, attracting both young and old alike, all drawn by their need for isaac mizrahi bedspreads and their nostalgic appetites. soon enough they'll open a tatak pilipino, relocate the philippine convention center from eagle rock blvd. to the second level, build a deluxe ballroom/club featuring only line dance tunes, throw in a karaoke bar, and build a ginourmous costco, and it'll be the best place for our parents to chill since the sm mega mall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note to self. noodle planet is on valley, not main.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108413325253079310?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108391153434608299</id><published>2004-05-06T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T23:37:35.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i'm really tired of being sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reallly really tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that i have to miss ls2 lab tomorrow because i can't breathe and require loud, disruptive medication every two hours and coughing like nobody's business. i also hate getting up three times a night to take this loud, disruptive medication. i hate not being able to sleep because my unstable breathing does not allow me to do so. i hate feeling like shit and i'm tired of it. i hate that i have to go home tomorrow because of my stupid mucous filled lungs. BAHHhHhhH! BAhHHhhh!! damn infectious airways!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much, frank, for taking care of me, always being there to help me... i know it must be boring as hell watching me while holding my hand as i'm fighiting to breathe... it must be really disturbing watching me cough up grotesque amounts of speutum... i don't know why you do it, but you do, and i'm so grateful for that =) thank you... you really are the best =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, thanks bel for putting up with my nuisence of a nebulizer alll night and for handling spcn stuff for me!! if that isn't a great roomie, i don't know what is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108391153434608299?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108391153434608299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108391153434608299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108391153434608299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108391153434608299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/05/okay-so-im-really-tired-of-being-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108363514158412516</id><published>2004-05-03T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T18:49:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two midterms down, one more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108363514158412516?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108363514158412516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108363514158412516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108363514158412516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108363514158412516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/05/two-midterms-down-one-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108352585046038626</id><published>2004-05-02T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T13:26:01.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“The Sweetest Thing / Tell Him” – Lauryn Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be patient let me be kind&lt;br /&gt;Make me unselfish without being blind&lt;br /&gt;Though I may suffer I’ll envy it not&lt;br /&gt;And endure what comes&lt;br /&gt;Cause he’s all that I got and&lt;br /&gt;tell him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I need him ’yeah’&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him ’tell him’&lt;br /&gt;And it’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;[Background singing] Telll himmm be alright be alright&lt;br /&gt;Tell him tell him I need him&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I may have faith to make mountains fall&lt;br /&gt;But if I lack love then I am nothin’ at all&lt;br /&gt;I can give away everything I possess&lt;br /&gt;But left without love then I have no happiness&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m imperfect ’I know I’m imperfect’&lt;br /&gt;&amp; not without sin ’&amp; not without sin’&lt;br /&gt;But now that I’m older all childish things end&lt;br /&gt;and tell him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I need him ’yeah’&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him ’tell him’&lt;br /&gt;And it’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;[Background singing] Telll himmm be alright be alright&lt;br /&gt;Tell him tell him I need him&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be jealous&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t be too kind&lt;br /&gt;Cause love is not boastful&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and loveis not loud&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I need him&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s gonna be alright [w/ adlibs]&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh yeah yeah aww yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on Earth&lt;br /&gt;But if I speak wrong then what is it worth&lt;br /&gt;See what we now know is nothing compared&lt;br /&gt;to the love that was shown when our lives were spared&lt;br /&gt;and tell him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I need him ’yeah’ &lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him ’tell him’ &lt;br /&gt;And it’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;[Background singing] Telll himmm be alright be alright&lt;br /&gt;Tell him tell him I need him&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sidenote&lt;/i&gt;: today frank was mixing his chocolate milkshake by moving the spoon up and down vigorously with an intense look on his face... and a girl walked in and saw him ... and &lt;b&gt;licked her lips.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108352585046038626?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108352585046038626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108352585046038626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108352585046038626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108352585046038626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/05/sweetest-thing-tell-him-lauryn-hill.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108296760972334873</id><published>2004-04-26T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T12:11:38.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the l.a times book festival was this weekend, and on saturday frank, will, and i went traversing about campus... not so much in search of books to buy... but more so on a hunt for celebrities who have bought into this new "fad" of writting books for children. this, my friends, is how we met &lt;b&gt;mr. jay leno.&lt;/b&gt; he was signing his new book &lt;i&gt;if roast beef could fly&lt;/i&gt; (which took frank... longer than it should have to read.) anywhoo, whilst in line, frank came up with this brilliant idea to tell jay the "best" joke he could think of.. so we rehearse and rehearse and &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; the BIG MOMENT arrived...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, jay! why can't bikes walk?"- frank&lt;br /&gt;"...." - jay leno.. "what? can what? &lt;i&gt;talk??&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"bikes..! &lt;i&gt;walk..&lt;/i&gt; why can't they &lt;i&gt;walk??&lt;/i&gt;" - frank&lt;br /&gt;"what?" - jay leno&lt;br /&gt;"BECAUSE THEY'RE &lt;i&gt;TOO TiRED...&lt;/i&gt;" - frank *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;*buh dum pum - marissa&lt;br /&gt;*look of utter embarassment and humiliation - will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so that failed horribly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, andrea came to book fair day #2 ,and frank and i showed her and catherine our check cards (????) and around purdeeful north campus. no celebrities were to be seen this time around, as i'm pretty sure we pretty much scared them all off with the bike joke. (oh, and we also saw ghalib. i think that was the first time i've ever seen him with&lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt; the wifey, habiba.) it was a-wonderful seeing andrea again. good times. very good times, indeeedd =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i know who andrea is going to marry.  *looks that way &lt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or that way ====&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;=== &lt;i&gt;this way??&lt;/i&gt; ===&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BEST part of my weekend??&lt;br /&gt;getting this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1055.g.akamai.net/f/1055/1401/5h/images.barnesandnoble.com/images/7110000/7113881.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.... *flutters eyelashes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. bookzone was having a 20% off sale, and so i was &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; able to pick up my very own copy of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1055.g.akamai.net/f/1055/1401/5h/images.barnesandnoble.com/images/1050000/1050989.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the heart begin to melt and the tears begin to flow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108296760972334873?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108296760972334873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108296760972334873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108296760972334873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108296760972334873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/04/good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108285490331546525</id><published>2004-04-24T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T18:09:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my sister walks in my room last week and sees this picture that i made for frank sitting on my dresser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/awesome.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOW she has a new layout that she "thought up on her own" that looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/biter.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a blatant biter-incident on all accounts. note the grey scale coloration and choice of font. admittingly, mine is &lt;i&gt;infinately&lt;/i&gt; more awesome than hers could &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; be, but the attempt to re-duplicate my format and style is obvious. still, after reviewing this analysis, this &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; daughter of my parents insists that, somehow, i am at fault for accusing her of this crime because she says, quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes... she called me a biter... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O YES.. i am.. for heaven forsake that NO one ever does that and she is she ONLY one i've seen w/ that... o yes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for because SHE is the " only one " who does that write thingy.. and SHE is the " first one " to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all biters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i am aware of the fact that i may not be the ONLY one in the world that uses this format, she is NOT aware of the fact that i did not DIRECTLY copy off someone else's work just as she, obviously has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solution???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send her &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/muncheez4me" target=new&gt;hate props&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108285490331546525?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108285490331546525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108285490331546525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108285490331546525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108285490331546525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-my-sister-walks-in-my-room-last.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108271695520456567</id><published>2004-04-23T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T03:46:58.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>take a good, long, hard look at the time stamp above, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you read that right. it's almost &lt;i&gt;four in the morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been blessed with the wretched curse of insomnia. am i sleepy? maybe. am i tired? maybe. i really, really, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; can't tell... but, what i do know is that the second i shut off the light and crawl into bed, i'll be wide awake all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what, exactly, have i been doing this &lt;I&gt;entire&lt;/I&gt; time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the music jane sent me. i've gone through ben kweller, lauryn hill, ella fitzgerald, and even some belle and sebastian (which i first thought was from a little mermaid/beauty and the beast soundtrack or something.) now i'm on death cab for cutie - "sleep spent" to be exact - and yet, even turned down, its subtle tones and mellow singing isn't enough to convince me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, even &lt;I&gt;jane&lt;/i&gt; is sleeping, and that girl doesn't go to bed until the &lt;i&gt;butt crack of dawn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawn? shouldn't that be coming soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108271695520456567?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108271695520456567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108271695520456567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108271695520456567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108271695520456567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/04/take-good-long-hard-look-at-time-stamp.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108257026890408927</id><published>2004-04-21T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T11:36:10.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;.bitching&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's so depressing i don't want to leave my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking foward to chem lecture that puts me to sleep, nor am i particularly excited about my two hour history discussion that i haven't read or homeworked for... and i'm definately, definately, definately, definately, &lt;I&gt;definately&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; looking foward to the 8 p.m - &lt;i&gt;10 p.m&lt;/i&gt; practice for pcn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't even get me started on pcn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition, i &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; don't have a &lt;a href="http://ha.ucla.edu/roomsignup/RoomChoice.cfm?Gender=F&amp;Type=D&amp;Section=All&amp;Floor=9&amp;BuildingID=5001" target=new&gt;roomate&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. on the SECOND day of sign ups =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but i'm working on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, for some reason, today i'm missing everything. i miss my girls... i miss my justine, my andrea, my jackie, my diana, my ej... even my jane who is right over there &lt;==.  i miss talking to them every morning on the fourth floor... diana was always first b/c of leadership, me second, justine just came when she was hungry, jackie walking in with a big bag of food, jane always missing the bus, oh what and andrea never coming at all because she got a ride to school every morning and always showed up late for first period. i miss having lunches with them at our table in the outside cafeteria. i miss going out to dinner, almost being kicked out of tony roma's. i miss making fun of stupid high school stuff like like academic pep rallies. i miss sharing a locker with andrea. i miss having a locker next to jane. i even miss suffering through a.p calculus with them (fate that we were all put in the same class? i think so!) and i miss that glorious day ej and i jumped on ms. barker's "sacred" couch when she left apex alone in the lirbary. i miss doing essays 15 minutes before they were due with john, jumping from table to table with wilson, talking about alias and crossing jordan with binh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. i even miss making fun of wilson tsai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just goes to show you the significance of one year, and how everything you know can change in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmehhhh.. mmehhh.. cryyy me a river!!! *sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;./bitching&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108257026890408927?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108257026890408927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108257026890408927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108257026890408927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108257026890408927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/04/todays-so-depressing-i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108248198094527575</id><published>2004-04-20T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T13:12:44.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;dykstra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stamped.&lt;br /&gt;sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;delivered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, to sum up the weekend..&lt;br /&gt;bennigans - good&lt;br /&gt;zoo - fun&lt;br /&gt;kill bill - awesome&lt;br /&gt;spongebob watch - &lt;i&gt;fantabulous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;tanzib:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; so how much do they pay for sperm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;tanzib:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; u find out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;SASA SAYS:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; are you considering... it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;tanzib:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; well i'd prefer to know who the mothers of my children are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;SASA SAYS:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; oh right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;tanzib:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; so no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;tanzib:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i'm not that desperate at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;tanzib:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;...maybe after med school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108248198094527575?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108248198094527575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108248198094527575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108248198094527575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108248198094527575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/04/dykstra-stamped.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108239343025736440</id><published>2004-04-19T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T09:57:37.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=15 color=red&gt;HAPPY BiRTHDAY TO THE ULTiMATE &lt;font color=orange&gt;LATIN HEAT&lt;/font&gt; &lt;I&gt;JULiO MATTA!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world would be a cruel, sad place without you, mr. sunshine. to say we're lucky to have you is a &lt;i&gt;huge&lt;/i&gt; understatement. we love you immensly, and wish you a great birthday!! =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108239343025736440?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108239343025736440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108239343025736440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108239343025736440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108239343025736440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/04/happy-birthday-to-ultimate-latin-heat.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108233689937911745</id><published>2004-04-18T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T18:12:15.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=15&gt;HAPPY BiRTHDAY TO THE LAB PARTNER FOR LiIIiIIiiIFFEE ANDREA LEE!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/andrea.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you girl!!! have a GREAT DAY =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108233689937911745?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108233689937911745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108233689937911745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108233689937911745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108233689937911745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/04/happy-birthday-to-lab-partner-for.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108196942870273897</id><published>2004-04-14T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T12:51:33.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;listening to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;wasted &amp; ready - ben kweller&lt;/i&gt; (as always, thank you, jane kim =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in italian we watched a film called "cinema paradiso" which was of a boy who had lived in a small town in sicily his entire life. although he had big dreams of pursuing a career in film, he could not do so unless he moved out to a big city, namely, rome. however, he found it impossible to leave all his friends, his family... all the memories behind.. and he didn't do so until his mentor forced him to leave because he believed that "when a man is separated from all that he knows, it is then, and &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; then, can he learn the true nature of himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy never came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard watching people move on without you... and it's hard to realize that you're moving on without people you've always loved -- and that you're okay with it. i guess a big part of my year was about just that. it's not that they don't &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; you anymore... it's just now they need &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; things because they're growing up... growing into their own skin - in short -  they're changing. we've all been doing a lot of that this year.. having been separated from the familiar... from the comfortable. we're adapting to our different environments, different lifestyles... different &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt;. no matter how much we want to or how hard we try, we can't make things stay the same. change -- it's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i am officially a &lt;b&gt;pacsun whore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.pacsun.com/products/0114397.psd.xml?cmp-show=Background&amp;cmp-show=01&amp;cmp-hide=00&amp;cmp-hide=02&amp;cmp-end=1&amp;wid=208&amp;qlt=90&amp;cvt=jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.pacsun.com/products/0009688.psd.xml?cmp-show=Background&amp;cmp-show=01&amp;cmp-hide=00&amp;cmp-hide=02&amp;cmp-end=1&amp;wid=208&amp;qlt=90&amp;cvt=jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.pacsun.com/products/0365643.psd.xml?cmp-show=Background&amp;cmp-show=01&amp;cmp-hide=00&amp;cmp-hide=02&amp;cmp-end=1&amp;wid=208&amp;qlt=90&amp;cvt=jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.pacsun.com/products/9941048.psd.xml?cmp-show=Background&amp;cmp-show=01&amp;cmp-hide=00&amp;cmp-hide=02&amp;cmp-end=1&amp;wid=208&amp;qlt=90&amp;cvt=jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108196942870273897?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108196942870273897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108196942870273897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108196942870273897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108196942870273897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/04/listening-to-wasted-ready-ben-kweller.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108130717211741010</id><published>2004-04-06T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T20:18:15.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ed told me that there was free coffee at some supermarket, so i went. we went to get our coffee grounds, but he got his really fast and left before me. i was indecisive about the coffee, so i stood in the aisle... and that's when i noticed a guy enter the store... he was really suspicious looking... he carried a black backpack and although it was already night time, he had sunglasses on. he walked realllyyyy slowly and circled the store, taking his time as he surveyed every aspect of it. i was starting to get really scared, so i started to walk towards the exit... first slowly... then a little faster. when he noticed me start to almost sprint, he pulled out a gun and yelled "NOW EVERYONE GET DOWN AND DON'T MOVE" but i didn't listen. i ran the HELL out of there.. with two cops who wanted to escape as well trailing behind me. out in the corner of the parking lot was a squad car... but no one was doing anything. i looked behind me and saw that a lot of people were following my example... but soon there was a rain of gunfire and there was nothing we could do but drop to the ground.... which is where he took his aim. i looked around the parking lot for a way to get out, but the entire thing was enclosed by a tall chain-linked fence. there was no escape. i didn't care. i got up and ran as fast as i could to the fence, behind me, a mother and her child. suddenly i saw frank on the other side of the fence... he was running with me. gun shots -- the mom and kid were dead. "FRANK!!!" i yelled... and another gunshot was heard. this time, i was its fatal victim. i collapsed against the fence and slid down to the floor. i was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way, this was all just a dream. (did i forget to mention that??) pretty freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i have 3 very sexy men for professors this quarters: steve irwin, lance bass... and santa claus(e)? yes.!! let the learning commence. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures frank and i turned in for our application:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/me.jpg&gt; &lt;img src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/fhoang.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE BE OUR ROOMATE!!!!&lt;/B&gt; =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s meet our new friends  &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~hideelicious/" target=new&gt;heidi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~hoai/" target=new&gt;hoai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108130717211741010?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108130717211741010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108130717211741010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108130717211741010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/108130717211741010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/04/ed-told-me-that-there-was-free-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-108089095799777459</id><published>2004-04-01T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T23:32:52.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spring break 2004!!!! *woot woot*!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four day trip to sd state must have been one of the most spontaneous things i've ever done -- what's more spontaneous than just picking up tickets at the trainstation and leavin??? i have to say that it was one of the best trips i've had in a while -- i can't wait to go back down and visit julio... when i have more than three dollars in my wallet !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;++ summary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3 hour train ride&lt;br /&gt;- old man hitting on linda&lt;br /&gt; ==&gt; "i like my women how i like my apples.. like linda lee? oh i mean smooth with thin skin"&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT time now, frank???&lt;br /&gt;- *ryan walks in* "hey, man, they say my eyes don't do this" *closes and shuts both fists rapidly*&lt;br /&gt;- matt's laugh.. "computer... hehehe"&lt;br /&gt;- "dude.. that guy's GONE" - everyone when they first come in the room&lt;br /&gt;- "i can't feel my lips... they're like.. like THIS *flares out lips*" &lt;br /&gt;   "yeah... when your lips go you know you're wasted"&lt;br /&gt;   "then i won't let them go... i won't let them go"&lt;br /&gt;- BEAUTiFUL beaches...!! =) good sand... good sand&lt;br /&gt;- stealing forks... and getting caught... but making get aways  in the car =)&lt;br /&gt;- salty chicken tacos, cup of noodle, fries, handi-snaks, and costco food -- food of broke college students&lt;br /&gt;- stranded at union station &lt;br /&gt;- paying for bus fare in nickels and dimes -- $1.75 EACH&lt;br /&gt;- walking across campus in blistering heat with all our luggage.. but all worth it.. good times.. good times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well break's been wonderful so far... but with all my friends in school, i've been left to seek the comfort and company of the mall to be my fellow spring break buddy... major shopping spree???? (understatement.. eeeek!) man... i wish i still got random checks in the mail for my debut/graduation.... but oh wait... I DO!!!! =) so i guess it's aaaalllll gooodddd =) i also met almost everyone frank has ever known yesterday and all i have to say about that is... good spicy soup and good green tea...? ha ha ha... but overalll.. all veryy very good stuff =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i visited andrea at usc... but only for about an hour and a half. man i love that girl so much. we still need that long overdue heart to heart... but all in good time! lucky girl and her huge room and trenderiffic (not to mention super rich??) girlfriends. good thing someone's got a BiRTHDAY coming up... prada shoes and coach bags??? i think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so spring break has offered me an abundance of time to catch up on tv... and... of all the fine, quality shows on tv, i've gotten hooked on none other than... making of d-a b-a ... en-dee 3000 or whatever season it is. yeah it's funny. in today's episode(s) (as there was more than one) the jamaican guy got mmoootteeddd... don't diss da p-to-da-diddy, yo. i don't have to be part of d-a b-a-n-d to know that, ya heard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i would put half my life savings on amy winning the apprentice. only one loss and she's hot. wow. that show wants me to be a cool, sassy, sexy executive, too... despite my lack of business know-how... or talent, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i visited bravo?? no. but if i did, i'd tell my sister's life skills class NOT to take any a.p's... oh wait... wilson tsai already did that!!!! geezus, woman, what are you thinking??? you totally screwed over a potentially sucessful group of kids. sure a.p's don't really count for jack in college... but you certainly NEED them to get INTO college!! not to mention the experiance of just being in an a.p class... in the words of andrea... aye-yuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly... i can't get enough of maroon 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, rain is falling &lt;br /&gt;Steal some covers, share some skin &lt;br /&gt;Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable &lt;br /&gt;You twist to fit the mold that I am in &lt;br /&gt;But things just get so crazy, living live gets hard to do &lt;br /&gt;And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew &lt;br /&gt;That someday it would lead me back to you &lt;br /&gt;That someday it would lead me back to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be all I need &lt;br /&gt;In darkness, she is all I see &lt;br /&gt;Come and rest your bones with me &lt;br /&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning &lt;br /&gt;And I never want to leave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers trace your every outline &lt;br /&gt;Paint a picture with my hands &lt;br /&gt;Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm &lt;br /&gt;Change the weather, still together when it ends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be all I need &lt;br /&gt;In darkness, she is all I see &lt;br /&gt;Come and rest your bones with me &lt;br /&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning &lt;br /&gt;And I never want to leave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do &lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, rain is falling and I'm calling out to you &lt;br /&gt;Singing, "Someday it'll bring me back to you." &lt;br /&gt;Find a way to bring myself back home to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you may not know &lt;br /&gt;That may be all I need &lt;br /&gt;In darkness, she is all I see &lt;br /&gt;Come and rest your bones with me &lt;br /&gt;Driving slow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maroon 5 - sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what? tomorrow's what??? april.. WHAT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. i once said that you love, get hurt, learn, and love again, but i didn't really believe it until you showed me that it was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank.. you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/li0nh3art27" target=new&gt;frank&lt;/a&gt; is a xanga whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-108089095799777459?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/108089095799777459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=108089095799777459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a resaon for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/03/your-future-occupation-by-meteoricyour.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107964130354846540</id><published>2004-03-18T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T12:30:18.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i had friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's what i thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxanne and i &lt;s&gt;can&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;WILL&lt;/i&gt; be very good friends to you. we're both cool. we obsess over the o.c. we make up fly dances (like reeling in the fish and trapping people at samahang general meetings) so why don't we have friends? why is it so painstakingly hard to MEET YOU PEOPLE????????? i also need a roomate. so if you're willing to be my bff and roomate, please leave a comment. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in for a long, hard day. three study sessions back to back... yay for finals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107964130354846540?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107964130354846540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107964130354846540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107964130354846540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/sa.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(why  look like a rabid beast???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/frank.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deciding what to order. geezus, woman.!! make up your mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/cake.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"congratulations!! now you are awesome and cool.. but only SAMAtimes!"&lt;br /&gt;btw... that three layer cake was comprised of stawberry, mango, and lime... MMmMMmMmmmMm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/americanidol.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only time the room is quiet -- watching two filipino girls battle it out on american idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;last but not least...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/dickhardt.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107950873104104674?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107950873104104674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107950873104104674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/crazy.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the ceremony to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img26.photobucket.com/albums/v79/marisasa/shari.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whiisstllleee* hoolllaaa!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107938985872108315?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107938985872108315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107938985872108315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107938985872108315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107938985872108315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/03/geezus.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107933534219484395</id><published>2004-03-14T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:27:09.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's just something so beautiful about silver anniversaries... something so wonderful... that in some ways is more significant than the original wedding. to be able to stand in front of friends and family and say, that even after all the hardships and rough times, you still pledge to uphold your promise of unconditional love &lt;i&gt;twenty five years later&lt;/i&gt;.. for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, &lt;i&gt;till death do us part&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing, it's absolutely, painstakingly awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it's only meant for the select few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;housing. it's boiled down to de neve or sproul. we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107933534219484395?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107933534219484395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107933534219484395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107933534219484395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107933534219484395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/03/theres-just-something-so-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107890418418667935</id><published>2004-03-09T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T23:39:27.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.. nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;definately&lt;/i&gt; don't &lt;b&gt;belong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107890418418667935?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107890418418667935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107890418418667935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107890418418667935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107890418418667935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-dont-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107874043002619820</id><published>2004-03-08T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T02:10:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um, i'm like um. tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ anyway. i watched &lt;b&gt;starsky &amp; hutch&lt;/b&gt; not once. but &lt;i&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt;. good movie? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;+ i saw it today... tank top, short shorts, and a scarf in about 70??? weather. all she was missing were snowboots... geezus. if you're gonna go that far, might as well go all the way.&lt;br /&gt;+ i predict that brown and blue will be the new brown and pink (which was the new black and white)&lt;br /&gt;+ who ever knew that kocohos (sp?? -- i'm trying to say those filipino sandals we use for dance) are trendy.?? hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;+ what do SPACE (samahang pilipino advancing community empowerment), SPCN (samahang pilipino culture night =&gt;maria clara and muslim,) SPCN committee (how that happened i have no effing clue,) SPEAR (samahang pilipino education and retention project,) and STEP (samahang training something blah i don't even know) all have in common?? you guessed it.. me.&lt;br /&gt;+ i'm probably leaving all that next year.&lt;br /&gt;+ "omg... is he loike... making a SCULPTURE of his FACE?"- girl 1 "OMG that's juss CUH-RAZY"- girl 2. people actually.. talk like that?&lt;br /&gt;+ i saw &lt;i&gt;the debut&lt;/i&gt; at blockbuster on vhs AND dvd. movin' on..up?? &lt;br /&gt;+ btw, the big blue bus is now charging ucla students full fare on weekends. what a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;+ do it. do it.&lt;br /&gt;+ "O baby.. i want to make l-o-v-e t-o y-o-u," - scene with the bat mitzvah&lt;br /&gt;+ therese was here and i missed her&lt;br /&gt;+ i was having a bad day so jackie got tanzib to get puzzles for me. geezus. i love those guys.&lt;br /&gt;+ keeping in touch goes both ways&lt;br /&gt;+ "boys like you are a dime a dozen" thank you.&lt;br /&gt;+ there's obsession... and then there's wilson and bank of america&lt;br /&gt;+ john visited me. YAY!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;+ frank won me a balloon pillar from casino night which i went to with him and will. good night. good times!&lt;br /&gt;+ as mentioned on jane's bitchin xanga, i do have very strict rules about my bed. i do have a designated guest pillow and area on my bed for those wearing non-pajamas (the foot.) i am willing to admit i am a shiesty bitch when it comes to my bed. but hey... so should you..??&lt;br /&gt;+ "hey. that girl has your earrings except yours are way smaller. hers are like... mexican size"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107874043002619820?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107874043002619820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107874043002619820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107874043002619820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107874043002619820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/03/um-im-like-um.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107829571293431184</id><published>2004-03-02T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T23:05:54.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i carry your heart with me (i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart) i am never without it (anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i fear &lt;br /&gt;no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want&lt;br /&gt;no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you &lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; e.e. cummings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's everyone else, and then there's &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;. these past couple months have been &lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;thank you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;italian films with gratuitous closeups of male genitalia and young girls cutting the heads off their forbidden lovers = the perfect two..sday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.¢¾&lt;/b&gt; (hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107829571293431184?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107829571293431184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107829571293431184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107829571293431184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107829571293431184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-i-carry-it.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107781918044996396</id><published>2004-02-26T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T10:15:47.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ll pinkfluff ll : wow so hows yur day&lt;br /&gt;sasasays : pretty crappy&lt;br /&gt;ll pinkfluff ll : :-\ eeks&lt;br /&gt;ll pinkfluff ll : what happened&lt;br /&gt;sasasays : practice in the rain in a stuffy carbon monoxide filled poor lit parking garage&lt;br /&gt;sasasays : walk in the pouring rain to church across ankle-deep puddles and past stinky frat row&lt;br /&gt;sasasays : got there late bc of practice so i had to stand and i'd already been standing/dancing around for 2 hours before hand&lt;br /&gt;ll pinkfluff ll : aww&lt;br /&gt;sasasays : came back raining harder step in big puddle outside dorm = wet socks&lt;br /&gt;sasasays: skipped second practice bc of fatigue, dizzines, stomach ache&lt;br /&gt;sasasays: and i hadn't eaten the entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope we both have better days today, too, jackie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107781918044996396?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107781918044996396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107781918044996396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107781918044996396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107781918044996396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/02/ll-pinkfluff-ll-wow-so-hows-yur-day.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107761515018628941</id><published>2004-02-24T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T01:35:14.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one midterm down, one more to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess things have been really hectic lately.... like... &lt;b&gt;extremely&lt;/b&gt;. meetings here, appointments there, quizzes, tests, midterms, and papers EVERYWHERE... BBAHHHH! but as for right now, everything is good... granted it's one in the morning... but it's good. it's great. it's great and good. it's grood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it during midterms that i tend to worry about other things completely unrelated to the actual test?? for instance today, during my ls1 midterm, i suddenly became very worried about the classes i would take for next quarter and instantly began to map out my schedule in my head... luckily i snapped out of it pretty quickly... but then a couple minutes later, i'm hit with a train of thoughts in quick succession: two classes might have conflicting final schedules what would i do then i have to take those classes but just in case what other class es could i possibly take what about english but wouldn't that be hard but it all depends on what class i decide to keep which one should that be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg no wonder i probably did horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this week isn't so bad. a midterm (that i finished today,) one appointment, two practices, two quizzes (one that i've already done for chem,) and whatever STEP has planned for this week. then monday i have a chem midterm, i still have to finish my fasfa by tuesday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what do you think of this girl," - aleesa, referring to picture of girl in magazine&lt;br /&gt;"well.. she looks a little.. raunchy.. like she wants it ALL the time... she could also possibly be bi-curious..." - kid from SPACE conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;all from a PICTURE??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107761515018628941?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107761515018628941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107761515018628941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107761515018628941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107761515018628941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/02/one-midterm-down-one-more-to-go-i.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107726972047939779</id><published>2004-02-20T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T01:37:59.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://sneak-attack.org/come_to_utopia.htm" target=new&gt;sneak-attack.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i &lt;b&gt;link #32&lt;/b&gt;???????&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107726972047939779?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107726972047939779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107726972047939779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107726972047939779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107726972047939779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/02/sneak-attack.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107700848834840866</id><published>2004-02-17T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T01:06:08.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;+ &lt;u&gt;MAMMOTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "michael!! michael!!" - random guy "YYeeeSSSS??" - michael&lt;br /&gt;- asian guy in red jacket and glasses...??" oh wait.. but that's tristan? what??&lt;br /&gt;- "there are never any black people at mammoth" - tristan "no, i saw one black guy today" - melanie "oh.. that was probably just mark" - tristan&lt;br /&gt;- crepes?? french guys?? what???&lt;br /&gt;- MASTiCATiON?? ehhhh??&lt;br /&gt;- "i like watching you..." - freaky arianna&lt;br /&gt;- marissa + carving = failure&lt;br /&gt;- black diamond?? bring it ON, baby!!&lt;br /&gt;- "my forearms are sore... from carrying my snowboard"&lt;br /&gt;- FANCY ketchup??? well i gotta get me some of that!!&lt;br /&gt;- "take them for a spin around your favorite beverage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentines day. i hope you all had a good one. i always hated that pseudo-holiday... the idea of all the mush and gush still repulses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this year valentines day was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..more than great. it was awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...more than awesome... one of the best (if not &lt;i&gt;the best&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;s&gt;valentine's&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;days&lt;/i&gt; ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well then... there you go!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's extremely lucky??? i think it's me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107700848834840866?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107700848834840866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107700848834840866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107700848834840866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107700848834840866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/02/mammoth-michael-michael-random-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107697076226174858</id><published>2004-02-16T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T14:35:16.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#FFFFFF size=15px&gt; HAPPY BiRTHDAY TO THE COOLEST GiRL iN STOCKTON, KiMBER!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107697076226174858?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107697076226174858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107697076226174858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107697076226174858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107697076226174858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/02/happy-birthday-to-coolest-girl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107648368044646820</id><published>2004-02-10T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:33:19.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i figured out why i've been keeping so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your life is in constant motion, then there's no time to dwell on trivial things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. like the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+ &lt;u&gt;random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· i learned how to knit today. i made.. a line? i also made a new friend.. so not only is knitting fun, it also brings people together. &lt;br /&gt;· i stole a crochet-ing needle..&lt;br /&gt;· .. i'm returning it tomorrow because i feel really bad about that&lt;br /&gt;· i'm done with midterms.. for this WEEK anyway... so i'm taking advantage of this long weekend by going snowboarding with the pseudo-cousins. &lt;br /&gt;· i bought two posters: ocean's 11 and fight club. if i can't have brad pitt in real life, then at least i can have him on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;· jane kim rocks...&lt;br /&gt;· .. as does jackie, mi amore..&lt;br /&gt;· ... the fake jane does not.&lt;br /&gt;· hardest midterm this quarter? italian 46... who knew?&lt;br /&gt;· · i made a &lt;b&gt;poem&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;if your name is &lt;b&gt;andie lee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i need your mailing &lt;b&gt;addy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;b&gt;usc&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107648368044646820?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107648368044646820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107648368044646820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107648368044646820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107648368044646820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-i-figured-out-why-ive-been-keeping.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107605998762214195</id><published>2004-02-06T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T01:35:27.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been so incredibly busy lately.. i'm stuck in this perpetual state of lethargia. three quizzes + one midterm + 5 hour practices = apathetic, tired, lazy marissa. and you know what? i just keep adding stuff on.. like tomorrow with my four back to back classes that run from 11:00-3:00 and my chem review from 3:00 - 4:30 and a STEP meeting from 4 until God knows when. then saturday = 4 hour run-thru, dance marathon... and i still have to find time to write an essay and study for my midterms on monday and tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally do-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess with me being busy and all has left me virtually no time to spend with other humans... other than those willing to take naps in the middle of the afternoon or to study with me... and for that i'm sorry. it's not that i'm neglecting YOU.. it's just now-a-days things are pretty packed... that i just need a little time for things to settle down a little before i can invest some quality time into long-overdue "catch up" conversations with everyone. right now, things are crazy.. and the only way that i am able to blog now is because i am depriving myself of long anticipated slumber and  am barely coherent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s jason +  brandon + nephis + frank + jane + marissa = one fun dinner. peeing in public off cliffs and roasting genitals... classic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107605998762214195?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107605998762214195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107605998762214195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107605998762214195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107605998762214195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/02/ive-been-so-incredibly-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107597056748986184</id><published>2004-02-05T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T00:45:05.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;LOOK WHO SiGNED BEL'S CARD...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid102/p5dffac0e61792e840d4b617313f8f779/f9b5fdda.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this were the sims and there was a jealousy bar, mine would be all green. ALL GREEN.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107597056748986184?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107597056748986184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107597056748986184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107597056748986184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107597056748986184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/02/look-who-signed-bels-card.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107592848224155632</id><published>2004-02-04T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T13:03:54.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid102/p2a76862e62bde7e52c4f28d55b685e29/f9b72b62.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107592848224155632?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107592848224155632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107592848224155632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107592848224155632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107592848224155632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898170.post-107570921570656338</id><published>2004-02-02T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T00:22:40.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i would write you a poem or a song, but i have no talent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if our relationship followed the rules of natural selection, then it would contain the various heritable traits best adapted for survival and would thus result in many more wonderful months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i use what i've got... and what i've got is a mind full of ls&lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898170-107570921570656338?l=marisasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/feeds/107570921570656338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898170&amp;postID=107570921570656338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107570921570656338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898170/posts/default/107570921570656338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisasa.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-would-write-you-poem-or-song-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021036349971526037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
