<?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-7234739222244968701</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:27:17.625-05:00</updated><category term='famjam'/><title type='text'>Ivy Tran</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234739222244968701.post-8398045409404923261</id><published>2011-10-25T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:34:49.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN DANCE</title><content type='html'>Buy your Dance Tickets for the Halloween Dance on Friday October 28, from 7pm to 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Buy 1 for $4 or 2 for $7 in the cafe throughout this week during your lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Dress up in your costume, it'll be a funn night Gryphons! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-8398045409404923261?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/8398045409404923261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8398045409404923261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8398045409404923261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-dance.html' title='HALLOWEEN DANCE'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-9122915558848708600</id><published>2011-09-27T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:38:38.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote Ivy Tran as Your Grade 11 Representative :)</title><content type='html'>HEY FELLOW GRADE ELEVEN GRYPHONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you might know me or heard I'm running for a grade representative position.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of forcing you guys to vote for me as one of the four grade reps, I'm gonna tell you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you should:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I possess many of the qualities that will help make this year's SAC even more successful. I know what most of you are probably thinking right now.. I'm quiet? &lt;em&gt;I might be quiet, but that means I'm listening!&lt;/em&gt; I'm not IB? That doesn't mean I'm not just as capable just because I'm in a different curriculum. I'm an&amp;nbsp;experienced member of SAC as I was also a grade rep last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good leader/representative doesn't just talk to talk, I "walk the talk". I'm not one to make promises I won't follow through on. I'm most certainly &lt;strong&gt;reliable&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to getting things done on time and in good quality. You can &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; me to follow through if the words left my mouth. I&amp;nbsp;am not only &lt;strong&gt;responsible&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;but &lt;strong&gt;organized &lt;/strong&gt;as well when it comes to getting my priorities straight. I am able to juggle the academics and the extracurriculars. Many of you might have seen a few posters of mine in the halls,&amp;nbsp;which&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;suppose to portray my &lt;em&gt;dedication, originality&amp;nbsp;and creativity&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I'm a &lt;strong&gt;dedicated team player&lt;/strong&gt;. Cliche, but we all know there's no 'I' in team. BUT! There is a 'We' in A&lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt;SOME and together we can achieve the greater things&amp;nbsp;of SAC and what it has to offer! Things carried out through SAC will be notified to you all. I'm not one to miss out on meetings and events. At all. While others are huddled up inside the box, I like to think &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you know me, you'd know I like to push people. I always have complete faith in many of you, which I will push you to persevere in. I'll never give up on the things we all want to achieve. I can't promise everything, but I CAN &lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt; I'll put in my complete efforts in making your experience with SAC a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;fulfilling and fun year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;VOTE (Eye)VY TRAN AS YOUR GRADE 11 REPRESENTATIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&amp;nbsp;I might be quiet, but that means I'm listening."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-9122915558848708600?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/9122915558848708600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/09/vote-ivy-tran-as-your-grade-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/9122915558848708600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/9122915558848708600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/09/vote-ivy-tran-as-your-grade-11.html' title='Vote Ivy Tran as Your Grade 11 Representative :)'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2402021691850338440</id><published>2011-09-24T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:29:54.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sweet Sixteen Nancy Ly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-niJbIRRXrjU/Tn6uA3NJPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/b4E9jIqq4Yw/s1600/nancy+and+us.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-niJbIRRXrjU/Tn6uA3NJPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/b4E9jIqq4Yw/s400/nancy+and+us.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Haaay girlie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I remember when you first walked in the doors of my grade 3 classroom as the new kid. You were in your puffy orange pumpkin-like snowpants. I guess that day was a start to our wonderful friendship. We drifted in grade 4, and fortunately had classes together 5th grade. YAY. Heheh, I remember it was always you, Karen &amp;amp; I. We were inseperateable. It sucks that we didn't talk througout all of middle school. Tbh, I didn't think we'd become friends again. Luckily we got closer when we got into highschool. You were even there for me when you heard how sick I was even thoughwe hadn't talk in over 3 years. In grade 10, we began chilling every day and every Friday watching Say Yes to the Dress and chilling in your room with out green tea ice-cream. That's when our usual Friday's began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You were always there for&amp;nbsp;us when we had rough times. I know we put you through many embarrassing&amp;nbsp;and tough situations. Regardless, you always stuck by us, when we got kicked out, when we're hungry, or just a shoulder to lean on. I'm very glad we became so close in highschool. I know it sounds cliche but I wouldn't know what life would be like if I didn't have you as one of my true best friends.&amp;nbsp;You always manage to keep us entertained, and&amp;nbsp;I REALLY don't know how I&amp;nbsp;never get tired of you!&amp;nbsp;We both know many of each other's secrets &amp;amp; whatnot,&amp;nbsp;and I know I can count on you to keep them within you.&amp;nbsp;The memories we've made are countless, and I know there are many more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I'd usually critisize or joke that you're a penguin, to Kaitlen hates you, etc. I guess this is the part where I show my love -_- and say I'm very proud of you and your accomplishments. Your generosity and weirdness&amp;nbsp;is what makes you YOU. Sometimes, I question why you're so fucken nice.. Cos that's honestly abnormal. I hope our days of dumplings, BR, and usual Fridays never end.&amp;nbsp;The fact that we both know what we want and who we want to see when, is hilarious cos we both know we'll always be in denial LOL. Your family is very similar to mine, to food and the way we talk and do things, not to mention they are very funny. "HA.HA" -Takes picture- LMFAO. It sucks that my mom thinks you're such a good child-- I mean young lady. She hasn't met you in your state and the many things we've witness. Oh well, another year older, means another year with more memories :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope&amp;nbsp;you had the most amazing birthday,&amp;nbsp;from yesterday to today. Christine and us really tried&amp;nbsp;to surprise you all we can. In fact, Junus, Heather,&amp;nbsp;Salina and Larissa were in on it too.&amp;nbsp;Things may not have went as planned, but we still managed to have a day full of laughter. I don't know what else there is to really say, but I love you and thanks for everything and I hope you had a one of a kind amaaazing birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;LOADS AND TONS OF LOVE TO MY BESTFRAN &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s Did you think I wasn't gonna write a long paragraph? 8) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2402021691850338440?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2402021691850338440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-sweet-sixteen-nancy-ly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2402021691850338440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2402021691850338440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-sweet-sixteen-nancy-ly.html' title='Happy Sweet Sixteen Nancy Ly.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-niJbIRRXrjU/Tn6uA3NJPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/b4E9jIqq4Yw/s72-c/nancy+and+us.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234739222244968701.post-7659998566058934600</id><published>2011-08-29T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T19:04:20.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HI FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER</title><content type='html'>@iveeytran :)&lt;br /&gt;Instant follow back if I know you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7659998566058934600?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7659998566058934600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-follow-me-on-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7659998566058934600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7659998566058934600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-follow-me-on-twitter.html' title='HI FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6900121477735814267</id><published>2011-08-05T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T16:54:45.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept me</title><content type='html'>Many of you know I have a tumblr and twitter. I know I may portray myself as negative or emo person majority of the time from my posts. I don't mean to always be negative, I'm just being real. I have my ups and downs, and just cos I post many negative thoughts, doesn't mean I'm like that in real life. If you know me, I'm pretty fun &amp;amp; happy or normal. If any of you don't like my negative thoughts, just unfollow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-6900121477735814267?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/6900121477735814267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/08/accept-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6900121477735814267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6900121477735814267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/08/accept-me.html' title='Accept me'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-410397961434783453</id><published>2011-07-21T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:15:39.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kaitlen.</title><content type='html'>I'd just like to dedicate this post to my beloved doll, Kaitlen. She has been with us since July 21, 2003. I remember we didn't really like her at first &amp;amp; only purchased her for the stroller since we wanted one so bad. As time progressed, our love for her grew. I'm not afraid to admit that I love her smell. She's just as comforting as a teddy bear for most of you. She sleeps with us and I couldn't have asked for a better childhood toy. Kaitlen Tran is the most specialest, most adorable &amp;amp; best doll ever. Happy 8th Birthday, babygirl ♥.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-410397961434783453?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/410397961434783453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-kaitlen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/410397961434783453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/410397961434783453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-kaitlen.html' title='Happy Birthday Kaitlen.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-8526023581875847885</id><published>2011-07-13T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:36:55.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Capture the Moment.</title><content type='html'>I'm really not photogenic at all. But sometimes, I don't think it's about whether or not you are. I take pictures when I get the chance with my phone or my camera. I know so many people don't appreciate it cos they assume I'm just using the 'bad' photo against them. But honestly, it's the memories. It's the moments you're having the time of your life, why not capture it? The human brain can only remember so much, it's always nice to go through old photos and albums and realize what amazing moments you've had and whom with. Reminiscing brings so many emotions upon myself, but I can't help but feel happy and sad at the same time. So that's one of the main reasons why I take any opportunity I get to capture the moments I'll &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; want to remember and with the special people I got to share them with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-8526023581875847885?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/8526023581875847885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/07/capture-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8526023581875847885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8526023581875847885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/07/capture-moment.html' title='Capture the Moment.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3539377971845944527</id><published>2011-06-09T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:20:54.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets be real,</title><content type='html'>at some point in time, you'll drift from those you once thought would always be there for you. People will prove you wrong, and you'll see their true colors. Highschool changes everyone, and at first, you'll be hurt but you'll get use to it. There's just too many fakes and judgemental people that only crave popularity to worry about. If you're too nice, you'll just get used and taken advantage of. Either way, you may think you'll be friends with certain people forever, but the year after you'll be passing each other in the halls exchanging awkward glances. No one will have your back forever, so don't trust with your every ounce and have faith cos truth is, people will leave and you will regret that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3539377971845944527?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3539377971845944527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-be-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3539377971845944527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3539377971845944527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-be-real.html' title='Lets be real,'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6241825178222666074</id><published>2011-05-13T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:21:44.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>I haven't really been posting daily updates like I've had before ahah. I guess I got lazy and my priorities were elsewhere as well. Anywho, nothing really has changed.. I mean I'm still friends with the people I've been friends with minus the fakes, I'm still a sensitive insecure girl, I have my bitchy moments, and I'll always miss the people I've missed for awhile now. But, Today I chilled with Nancy. We went to SQ and later to BR, like our usuals hahah. Nonetheless, it was still fun like the other times. I miss just chilling with the three of us. It was so awkward where we were seated though LMAO. The highlights of today was basically having realtalks before we left and then at BR after. She told us our whole birthday plan that she &amp;amp; Larissa had originally planned in February. I swear I was touched.. :') I never got to hear the plan but it just happened. The whole birthday plan turned out to be a flop on the day of and we just went to Pho and Bowling with the original people instead. But honestly, it was one of the best birthday's ever. I had a crappy birthday day too. Honestly, the people that I know care about my happiness makes me feel so honoured and blessed. I hope as the years progresses our friendships will remain the same, I know I have faith in that anways ♥. Love my girls &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-6241825178222666074?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/6241825178222666074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/05/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6241825178222666074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6241825178222666074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/05/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-8150934814622975933</id><published>2011-05-07T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:30:34.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You believe what you choose to believe.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-8150934814622975933?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/8150934814622975933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-believe-what-you-choose-to-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8150934814622975933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8150934814622975933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-believe-what-you-choose-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3637440815879688266</id><published>2011-04-18T15:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T15:57:23.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I barely got any sleep last night. I'm surprised I didn't fall asleep in any of my classes today. Life has been great though. I love the people who make me smile and laugh everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about the people in your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so damn true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3637440815879688266?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3637440815879688266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/04/mondays-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3637440815879688266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3637440815879688266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/04/mondays-suck.html' title='Mondays suck.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7400202134189051347</id><published>2011-03-26T02:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T02:53:26.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd be surprised</title><content type='html'>how many fakes and snakes there are these days. I honestly don't understand why you do the things you do. If you really were a true best friend as you labeled yourself, you wouldn't have done what you've done. Now everything's exposed, and we all know the truth. All you wanted was the attention and popularity. But I don't understand why. You already had a great life, a loving family, amazing friends, new and old friends, clothes, money, you would be considered one of the most blessed people I've known. But what a shame, that snake move you pulled huh? Crying won't make anything better. This time there's actual evidence, so denial would just lead you to more embarrassment. Going back to the friends you've backstabbed won't help the reputation you earned yourself. You're just a fake lonely person now. I wasn't even mad when I found out cos I somehow suspected all this bullshit. I just dropped you, and moved on with my life. You should too, instead of crying everyday. Thanks for all the memories, even though they weren't so sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7400202134189051347?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7400202134189051347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/03/youd-be-surprised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7400202134189051347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7400202134189051347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/03/youd-be-surprised.html' title='You&apos;d be surprised'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4943870980091018799</id><published>2011-03-14T01:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T01:54:48.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish that I can have this moment for life, xo.</title><content type='html'>It takes absense to value presense and sadness to value happiness. Being with the people I love company with always makes my days just that much better. I know the day of my sixteenth sucked ass cos everything was going wrong, and I didn't really know who actually cared or not. This weekend, I spent Saturday with Christine D. We missioned to Pleasure &amp;amp; Pain to get her belly pierced, looked hella cute. Not gonna lie, kinda want one ish :(. She treated Shirley and I to a restaurant of our choice. It was either Swiss Chalet, Pho or BR. We had Pho, and then later had BR. Nancy &amp;amp; Heather joined us for some bubbletea, and we had realtalks. They couldn't come to the movies, so the three of us watched Beastly, it was amazing. I loved the storyline and the characters as well. My Saturday was well spent, cos we rarely chill outside just the 3 of us in a while. So that really made me appreciate the friends I do have and cared.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday March 13, Nancy kept reassuring me weeks before of this great weekend I'm gonna have and no doubt, there were no disappointments besides the fact that I was sick. First, I woke up at 3:15 pm and did laundry, and ate viet subs. We got ready and met up at seven at Pho 99. Nancy, Junus and Larissa were at the back tables, and all I see are the cutest giftbags of our favorite colors. After we ate our meals, we met up at timmies with the koreans. It was freezing as we walked to Brunswick. Chris, Jaebok, Jaepil, Sam, &amp;amp; Josh walked slow though LOL. Since the bowling deal started at 9-12am, we sat in the Bar room, loafting on couches and some of them played pool.  At nine, we got our lanes, and the guys being nice let Shirley &amp;amp; I chose teams cos it was our 'Birthday weekend'. I had Nancy, Jaebok, Christina, Chris and Josh. Shirley had Junus, Larissa, Jaepil, and Sam. My team did really well, and had major support :). No doubt we beat Shirley's team LOL. Well, it was an amazing weekend, by far the best in 2011. What a great beginning to March Break. I love these peeps &lt;3 for everything they did to make it so fun and memorable. xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4943870980091018799?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4943870980091018799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wish-that-i-can-have-this-moment-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4943870980091018799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4943870980091018799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wish-that-i-can-have-this-moment-for.html' title='I wish that I can have this moment for life, xo.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6012710396123216598</id><published>2011-02-26T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:36:13.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well,</title><content type='html'>I'm not as bothered, as you are. I'm sorry my life does not revolve around you. Shit goes around &amp;amp; comes around. It's alright, any one has the right to believe or assume what they wish, God has planned out my journey just accordingly fine. Can't please errbody, sorry? :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-6012710396123216598?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/6012710396123216598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6012710396123216598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6012710396123216598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-well.html' title='Oh well,'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2608222001788380707</id><published>2011-02-26T00:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:30:02.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm complete.</title><content type='html'>When you honestly wanted something so bad, &amp;amp; you can't believe it still happened. Those are the moments I live for. I don't care if I portrayed myself as desperate. Letting go of those who's made such a huge impact on your life before, is never the road I'd prefer. It's been almost a year since the incident, I'm glad we're all finally moving on from that. The smile on my face was just uneraseable today. I honestly could not ask for a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2608222001788380707?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2608222001788380707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2608222001788380707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2608222001788380707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-complete.html' title='I&apos;m complete.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4583314038680142020</id><published>2011-02-04T23:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:53:33.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year,</title><content type='html'>Well, another year has gone by. Not that anything does matter, in your eyes. But I do hope you enjoyed this special day because you do deserve it. I know this is nothing compared to last year's, but I can't keep putting in any more effort without it seeing like I'm getting too much, so that just means a simple message without anything deep. Sucks, cos I was really planning on something, but it's not the same any more. I still feel fuckin' awful. But even if the message was not public, I still hope it was a great day, like last years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4583314038680142020?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4583314038680142020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4583314038680142020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4583314038680142020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-year.html' title='Another Year,'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2500095894820166041</id><published>2011-01-21T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:51:32.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatevs'.</title><content type='html'>There's only so much shit you can endure and absorb at once. I hate being lied to, and worst of all keeping it in. I don't think it's a big of a deal anymore, cos you can finally say "I'm use to it". I don't mean to come off as pissed, I just need to think. I don't like it when my mood ruin the moods of other's who are surrounding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2500095894820166041?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2500095894820166041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/01/whatevs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2500095894820166041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2500095894820166041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2011/01/whatevs.html' title='Whatevs&apos;.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6582994772209662555</id><published>2010-12-29T23:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:16:15.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope this isn't temporarily.</title><content type='html'>Lately, I haven't been very happy. But holy shitballs, thank God this and that happened. Like yesterday was such a coincidence. I'm probably getting too gassed, but wth. It was out of random too, and Monika was there aswell. I gotta admit, at first I frickn panicked like a little girl becos it's honestly been 9 months. I still recognized you, and then when we finally talked face to face again; &amp;amp; when you guys came to our table after, that made it feel just like the old times. I don't know about you, but I had Deja Vu there. Tbh, that was what I asked Santa for, or what I kept telling every single one of my friends that asked what I wanted for Christmas. You guys probably think it's stupid but I was desperately losing hope, to a point where on Christmas I decided it was enough, &amp;amp; I'd just drop it. Becos I was getting kinda depressed. But then, you guys popped out of nowhere, just when I'd finally give up. Everyone kept telling me it was a sign that I ain't suppose to drop you guys. And I'm starting to believe that today. I'm glad.. it's gonna get better from here on.  :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-6582994772209662555?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/6582994772209662555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hope-this-isnt-temporarily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6582994772209662555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6582994772209662555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hope-this-isnt-temporarily.html' title='I hope this isn&apos;t temporarily.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-5481896025727887944</id><published>2010-12-17T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:17:10.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighs.</title><content type='html'>That one little greeting, really made my month. You had no idea how happy and shocked I was, I know it may be no big deal to anyone, but it was to me. And the fact that you didn't repeat the last incident, was a relieve. I don't even know why I was shaking but it's been awhile, can we please go back to March and pretend none of that bullshit ever happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-5481896025727887944?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/5481896025727887944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/12/sighs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5481896025727887944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5481896025727887944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/12/sighs.html' title='Sighs.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7692907162575155010</id><published>2010-12-12T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:41:23.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays?</title><content type='html'>Wow, another year has gone by. It feels like it was just yesterday we first hung out. But a year has flew by, and it's been 9 miserable month's since we've legitly talked. It's sad when someone who was you're bestfriend becomes someone you don't even know anymore. I don't know why any of us don't put the effort in to fix this situation. I know that where we stand right now, is mostly my fault. But I've tried, I just want you guys to too. If only you knew the fucken guilt I've been holding in, each and every passing day since that one day. But ohwell, everything happens for a reason. I hope y'all have a very happy holiday because you gave me my best winter break in O9.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7692907162575155010?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7692907162575155010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7692907162575155010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7692907162575155010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays?'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-5363200953560900147</id><published>2010-12-02T22:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:26:11.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would say I'm thankful</title><content type='html'>I'm glad I have the friends I have. I don't think I would've survived this long without them. Special shoutouts to Christine, Larissa &amp;amp; Nancy. For providing me a home, bed and food. It's not everyday we come across a situation like what Shirley and I have encountered this week. But I must say, it's been one heck of an adventure, and even though the future's still a little blurry, I'm just gonna be optimistic, because I already know part of the outcome, and maybe it's for the best. I love all my friends for the moral support (L).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-5363200953560900147?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/5363200953560900147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-would-say-im-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5363200953560900147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5363200953560900147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-would-say-im-thankful.html' title='I would say I&apos;m thankful'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-1468081784913324105</id><published>2010-11-14T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:09:16.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this day?</title><content type='html'>Well, either way.. I'd never forget all the times we chilled especially this day in particular. This day last year was when we started hanging out. It was my second time seeing one of you. It was the funnest day I pobably had in O9. I can remember it perfectly, as if it was just yesterday. First, I woke up at 7 am, knowing my best friend had a pageant audition, I knew I had to be there on her nerve-racking day. The previous night I only had 2 or 3 hours of sleep. But I still had to support her regardless. The audition lasted til 4-5pm. We met up with you at Square One around 6-7pm after missioning our asses off from bus stop to bus stop. When we met up, it started off awkward, but we soon talked more. I know you didn't find our little jokes funny at all but we were gonna tell you the truth right after '2012' . The movie was sold out so we devided to switch our tickets in for a later show and reached SQ1 to chill for a bit before our movie started. We loafted around the apple store, and then bought ourselves some bubbletea. I guess you can say we all went a little hyper and started goofing off on the streets on our way to Famous. When we got to famous, we lined up for our movie. And you &amp;amp; Monika went to get herself a huge pretzel. When we waited in line, we told you more things. Then during the last 10 minutes of the movie.. the unthinkable happened. I know you were completely lost and confused. But I was rushed out to be taken care of. Monika did the talk over the phone, and you held apart of me. We never got a chance to tell you it was a joke, and you had to find out another harsh way. I just wanted to say thanks, for the wonderful day, and sorry for my mistake and jokes. I took it alittle too far, and you didn't deserve that at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-1468081784913324105?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/1468081784913324105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember-this-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1468081784913324105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1468081784913324105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember-this-day.html' title='Remember this day?'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-1526420762822976121</id><published>2010-10-30T23:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:00:07.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be happy or sad?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I miss you guys like crazy. The reason why I'm writing this is because last year, on this exact date is when we first met. We didn't click instantly, but it soon became one of my best friendships. I just thought it'd last longer than it did. :( FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-1526420762822976121?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/1526420762822976121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/10/should-i-be-happy-or-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1526420762822976121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1526420762822976121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/10/should-i-be-happy-or-sad.html' title='Should I be happy or sad?'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2114693778575991173</id><published>2010-09-25T00:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:15:31.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 24, 2010</title><content type='html'>was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2114693778575991173?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2114693778575991173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-24-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2114693778575991173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2114693778575991173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-24-2010.html' title='September 24, 2010'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3813597333918266812</id><published>2010-09-10T19:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T19:26:26.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I know I fkn messed up, but just tell me.. is that little mistake worth all this hate ? Did you really want to throw all those months down the drain..? I thought you guys were different. More importantly.. a true friend. I got so excited today.. like everything would change. But then I remembered what I was told before and suddenly I knew my hopes were too high.. like always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3813597333918266812?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3813597333918266812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3813597333918266812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3813597333918266812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-8697003663675208230</id><published>2010-07-18T23:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:04:04.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this.</title><content type='html'>I just want everything back to normal. Like it always was. The laughs, jokes, plans, and our friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-8697003663675208230?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/8697003663675208230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8697003663675208230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8697003663675208230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-5854461753709123436</id><published>2010-06-28T13:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:15:40.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dislike...</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;strong&gt;Haters for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;-Wanting your attention to flatter yourself, and hating either no reason or pathetic reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt;Lack of originality &amp;amp; biters&lt;/strong&gt;-People, who stare you down hard..like literally and you see them come to school the next day with your yesterday outfits-wtf? That's not cool, it's annoying, and noticable. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt;If you don't mean it or won't do it, don't fkn say it&lt;/strong&gt;- If you just want to make me happy with saying something, then it's fine it you friggen mean it. Don't go ballistic or like make me actually think you'll do it, cos it just leads to dissappointment and losing your friggen trust. I really don't care if you like those I dislike, or if you already promised me something.. at least follow through ?:s It's annoying &amp;amp; a piss off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt;Annoying people who constantly won't stop talking, like literally&lt;/strong&gt;-I'm impatient, but we already knew. So stop getting on my nerves, honestly just go make a blogspot and continue your weird stories and whatnot whatever there. I'm not being rude, but sometimes it's sooo annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. well there's more, but i'll continue that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-5854461753709123436?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/5854461753709123436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dislike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5854461753709123436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5854461753709123436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dislike.html' title='I dislike...'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7236027515096981101</id><published>2010-06-27T00:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:22:51.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day.</title><content type='html'>Today my day was pretty much spent with chilling with Christine. It was pretty ugly outside LOL. At first, we were just having some talks', and decided to bake. But we realized we were missing one ingredient, so she had eggs and rice w. soya sauce instead. How asian. We were going to watch her Narnia dvd, but then we decided to mope around my room.. talking. Shirley &amp;amp; I felt an urge to go out, so we decided to go to the bank to get some moola, and head to Pho &amp;amp; DQ. We stayed there for an hour or two and ran into an old friend too :D. LOL well.. fun day overall ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7236027515096981101?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7236027515096981101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7236027515096981101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7236027515096981101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-day.html' title='Good day.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-1739331388911966745</id><published>2010-06-22T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:53:42.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting off soon?</title><content type='html'>So, I've kinda drifted from blogging on blogspot ahah. I've been very attached to my.. you can call it new blogging world - tumblr. So if you'd like to continue stalking, check out my affiliates or just simply check out this link :) , see you on the other side; haters.. &amp;amp; lovers :)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.iveeytran.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.iveeytran.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-1739331388911966745?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/1739331388911966745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-off-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1739331388911966745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1739331388911966745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-off-soon.html' title='Getting off soon?'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6412517392215700498</id><published>2010-06-21T02:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:50:21.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss those voices.</title><content type='html'>This weekend, was not like any other. I finally got to chills w. my best friend again - I really missed her considering the amount of time we rarely get to spend together. So basically we chilled at SQ for awhile, then watched Toy Story 3. It was amazing, especially the baby was sooo cuuuute ♥. After the movie, we reached the bus terminal and bussed to tim horton's and pizza nova. I missed those missionings at 11 pm. We practically spent the whole weekend together. There was a part of the weekend, which did really bring back soo many memories. To be honest, I miss them, and the voices. If only life had U-turns, mine would be so much happier and pleasant. Oh wells, can't wait til nine more days bitches :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-6412517392215700498?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/6412517392215700498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-those-voices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6412517392215700498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6412517392215700498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-those-voices.html' title='I miss those voices.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7602188443587950941</id><published>2010-06-09T22:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:17:38.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's kinda from the heart.</title><content type='html'>I know you're watching. I love the attention you love to give. Please push those eye's back in, and stop staring so fucking hard. We know you love us. hehe. keep talking .. this is sooo beyond entertaining hehe,☻☺ ♥&lt;br /&gt;What I'm still curious about is if you're already staring as hard, you must be blind cos you obviously don't see how we never gave a shit from the beginning. LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;Get a life &amp;amp; stop talking about ours, hun ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lots of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from Hawa and the fam ♥.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7602188443587950941?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7602188443587950941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-youre-watching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7602188443587950941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7602188443587950941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-youre-watching.html' title='It&apos;s kinda from the heart.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4807150146234171124</id><published>2010-06-05T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:42:41.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more positive.</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was our school's carnival. It wasn't the best, I have to say I was pretty excited at first, but I guess overall, it was alright. Shirley &amp;amp; I weren't apart of SAC, but Nancy signed us up to help out anyways, to miss some classes. We helped Karen put up her posters and whatnot. Then reached Coffee time and chilled there while karen went home to change. Later, the guys came and we talked for a few minutes then left back to the set up. Somehow, shirley &amp;amp; I got voluntold to supervise the booth for the penguin toss. Whatev's even though a little drama arose from misunderstood girls, I don't really care. Cos I wasn't gonna waste my time on them. We got one slice of pizza and a drink, and options of buying iced coffee and cotton candys. I know I shouldn't have had some caffine, but I disobeyed my body, and went for it anyways.$: After we were going to leave and go chill at Grant's/Nancy's but Monika arrived so we decided to go with her back to the Carnival instead. Lateer, we accompanied Monika to get her slushiiiie, and then to Grant's for our regular friday Green Tea Ice Cream chillage, ahah. I felt kinda sick, after the ice coffee, but we basically loafted and chilled in her room most of the time, I felt so Dizzzy. We finally went home at 10:30, after a marathon of 'Say Yes to the Dress' LOOL. I was told to get some ressssssst. &gt;&lt; So that was my friday. I also have to say.. some people surprised me a bit.. in a negative way! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4807150146234171124?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4807150146234171124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-more-positive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4807150146234171124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4807150146234171124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-more-positive.html' title='A little more positive.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7231787038807777294</id><published>2010-06-03T00:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:14:42.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just saying.</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to wish my mom a very happy birthday on June 2 ♥. I was suppose to come home and bake a cake, but that obviously failed due to the english project at Karen's house. We finished it at 11:20pm. I just felt like updating my blog, even though I'm suppose to be workig on some english essay!&lt;br /&gt;Anywho~there's this really fucked up kid in one of my classes. I just felt like putting that out there. Normally, I'll keep this in and learn to ignore the fact that you're a waste, but you were a special exception. I don't give a fuck if you're friggen IB, LMAO. That don't mean shiet, at least I don't even know why you're in it, cos you're just fcked up in the head. If you've looked in the mirror, you'd see what a true asshole you are. I know what I am and what I'm not. I'm definately not one of those perfect asians with high 90's and I'm alright with that. At least I try, and the most you can do is put down others. And repeat your narsty breath like 378256 times, true? Please, shut the fuck up, learn to accept the fact that you're no fckn better, nor smarter, nor better looking, nor a better 'actor' , fagass. If you wanna continue? Shore, why naaat?! Just remember what a torture these coming 2 weeks will be, to work with me eh? aha. fuckoff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7231787038807777294?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7231787038807777294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7231787038807777294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7231787038807777294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-saying.html' title='Just saying.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2101686634314497820</id><published>2010-05-20T23:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:21:51.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People always leave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Never should've let you go,&lt;br /&gt;Never found myself at home,&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that day that you walked,&lt;br /&gt;Right our the door;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we've grown apart,&lt;br /&gt;My brain can't seem to let you go,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back to the old times,&lt;br /&gt;When you kept me up late at night,&lt;br /&gt;We use to mess around,&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and play, fuss and fight,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;This chapter's done, the story goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2101686634314497820?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2101686634314497820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapters-done-story-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2101686634314497820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2101686634314497820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapters-done-story-goes-on.html' title='People always leave.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6769313715090483170</id><published>2010-05-15T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:37:05.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__CQJJjs-bYM/S-8v92BtV6I/AAAAAAAAABE/HFa0nQKb-JU/s1600/tumblr_kxf80kziUZ1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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But It's something I've thought a lot about, and come to think of it, it's really pissing me off &amp;amp; annoying me. So generally, I've come to my senses and realized, there are so many fake &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; out there. Fucking losers, I'm not blind, I'm just not mean. Stop using and pretending, you're so annoying. If you'd really like to say shit behind my back 24/7, I really don't see how you can't fucking come say that to my face. To be honest, all you really want is popularity? :/ wtf. I could of sworn for my life, you hated over 75% that you're now hanging out with?  Can you honestly not go a day without being some fake motherfucker? I swear, this was not you before. And I wouldn't have thought you'd become this. If you hated some asshole, you'd stop hanging out with them? And pretending you're fckn bestfriends, true? Get your mind straighten up! From everyone's point of view, you just look desperate bish, and sooner or later everyone will turn against your fake ass. That's when I'll be saying "told you so". Grow up seriously, &lt;strong&gt;you've changed for the worst, &amp;amp; you know it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-337685072104758423?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/337685072104758423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-grip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/337685072104758423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/337685072104758423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-grip.html' title='Get a grip.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-572090421842346600</id><published>2010-05-12T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:13:36.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile, since I've laughed this much.</title><content type='html'>Yes, today was pretty fun! The original plan today was to go to BR and then Rick for halfdaay with Nancy &amp;amp; Michelle. We met up with Rohit at rick after school, and then Michelle stayed in the gym with her Rick friends to watch the tournement. While we picked up Iman and chilled outside for awhile, and our luck, we ran into his momma. She was so coooool, honestly haahah, so she was able to gave us a drive to SQ1, but little Michelle didn't want to go, :( So she stayed, and his mom drove Shirley,Nancy, Iman &amp;amp; Itheree. We had subway &amp;amp; freshly squeeezed. And then loafted around the mall, apple store etc. :) Iman had to leaave soo early :( cos of her stupid dentist appointment! &gt;&lt; Then the three of us just walked around and nancy wanted Mcdonalds, so we got some food and then went around the mall, and tried on a few things, and then waited for my mom to pick us up, but before, we bought some icecreeam ♥, hahah. So jokes. LMFAO. Anyways, today was fuun, and sorry Michelle! LMAO ♥ + It was goood to see Iman again : ( ♥&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I have a lot of homework to do, so toodaloo's :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-572090421842346600?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/572090421842346600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-awhile-since-ive-laughed-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/572090421842346600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/572090421842346600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-awhile-since-ive-laughed-this.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile, since I&apos;ve laughed this much.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-65308684461501620</id><published>2010-05-06T01:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:13:39.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WASTEGALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treated us like the best, should've known you were faker than the rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-65308684461501620?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/65308684461501620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/05/wastegals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/65308684461501620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/65308684461501620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/05/wastegals.html' title='WASTEGALS'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2824413248646434930</id><published>2010-04-27T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:43:11.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm glad you have hatred, the feeling's with us are always mutual :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2824413248646434930?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2824413248646434930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-glad-you-have-hatred-feelings-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2824413248646434930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2824413248646434930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-glad-you-have-hatred-feelings-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6338230640456439705</id><published>2010-04-23T20:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:07:54.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beeen awhile!</title><content type='html'>Hay readers!&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile, no? Right now, is the schools' last dance of the year. But Shirley &amp;amp; I decided not to go, and stayed home instead! Fun, yeah, you can imagine! :) Anyways, we decided not to go cause it wouldn't be really fun, since not many people were going anyways, and it was a super hero/villian theme. Plus, we were already really exhasted from going around the neighbourhoods since school ended to collect spare change for the inside ride! We were satisfy with the amount :p but it was really tiring, :( Shaginy &amp;amp; Nancy couldn't stay with us the whole way, but we definately met some interesting people around our school area, aha, hawa. I was suppose to meet up with a few people at the dance, but there'll be other dances right? Oh well, might transfer anyways, no big deal :). &lt;br /&gt;It was finally nice weather this past few weeks, but it sucks cos its always raining on the weekends! On the 17th!, which sucked ass, cos plans were canceled. :/ On top of that, at least things are a bit better with some certain peoples *,&lt;br /&gt;Since Monika's at pageant, I guess you can say it's been quiet around lately.. :P LOL. But Best of luck love &lt;3. ~ Speaking of weekends, can't wait til May! :D&lt;br /&gt;Lateeers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-6338230640456439705?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/6338230640456439705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/04/hay-readers-its-been-awhile-no-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6338230640456439705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6338230640456439705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/04/hay-readers-its-been-awhile-no-right.html' title='It&apos;s beeen awhile!'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-683240905368794403</id><published>2010-04-05T22:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:56:40.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be the mature one &amp; move on.</title><content type='html'>Life changes, for the worst &amp;amp; for the better. I guess, moving on is what I'll do, because why should I waste my valuable time on wastelife's? No point, it's all useless besides the fact of learning a lesson out of the time wasted. I don't need you, no matter how mad you can make me, even though there will be missing, time will make that fade away. So have a happy life wasties. I will. I know I'm capable and able to eliminate those who are not worth it, afterall, I've done so in the past. I'll dwell on memories cause they don't change when people do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-683240905368794403?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/683240905368794403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-going-to-be-mature-one-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/683240905368794403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/683240905368794403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-going-to-be-mature-one-move-on.html' title='I&apos;m going to be the mature one &amp; move on.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2794997334873656782</id><published>2010-04-04T13:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:16:46.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I say this?</title><content type='html'>I miss you...&lt;strong&gt;a lot. &lt;/strong&gt;Maybe more than you can imagine. Where are you now? :( I feel like we're million miles away, and never able to meet again. It's like there are no days where we can get through without mentioning your name at least once or twice. I'm sorry things took such a drift and ended up the way it is now. It's so hard to forget the people you've loved and consider family for so long, and ended so fast. Everytime we tell ourselve's it's the end, or that we'll stop trying now, we don't follow through cause even though it hurts to do that, it hurts even more not talking. I just wish it could be back to normal...the &lt;strong&gt;way &lt;/strong&gt;it used to be. The laughs, the jokes, the secrets, the chillages, the love. The way we were always comfortable with. And the times where we were priorities and not options. Cause honestly, for you guys, it was always first priorities, we'd never consider you guys as options. I hate the missing and envying part, but still fake a smile as if this was all okay and normal. We'd walk a thousand miles, just to see your face once a week, but it would never be reciprocal. This can last for temporary or eternity. Either way, I just really wanted you guys to know the love will always remain the same from us to you, even if it meant it won't be reciprocal. Afterall, all the anger &amp;amp; jealousy is from caring too much, and feeling replaced as if there will never be us again. It's like we were needed for the wrong reasons and feeling like some leftovers that just don't want to be touched again. I'm sorry for being a bother and spazzing over something &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt;. But just wanting you to know something, and then having it end up the wrong way &amp;amp; making things worse was not any of our intentions. We went through our phases ~ meeting, liking, loving, hating &amp;amp; now missing. What hurts the most was being so close, and then ending so fast. Now ~ all we can do is reminise through those old photos and wished we were back to those days, where we wished the days just wouldn't end. It wasn't about where, as long as there was us. Sometimes when you really love someone, you have to let them go. As long as you're happy, I guess it's fine if we suffer the pain. Afterall, you're not the one who'll be dealing with it. Cause who know's, when the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;next time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will be. That's just how it goes.. people change and we tried fixing it, but made it worse? It's alright, we'll be missing long times. :( but more importantly, you'll always be loved no matter what, no matter how long the silence continues. ♥.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2794997334873656782?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2794997334873656782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-do-i-say-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2794997334873656782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2794997334873656782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-do-i-say-this.html' title='How do I say this?'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-95849734909547359</id><published>2010-04-03T00:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:26:06.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so good?</title><content type='html'>I'm glad you find amusement and happiness in my misery. Anywho; so today was pretty weird or well kinda frustrating altogether. Plans that are made last minute, just don't work out anymore. We all know the reasons. Whatever, we know it's hard to make time for some old friends. That tends to happen, change is nessecary. This is why Monika &amp;amp; us chilled today, I swear I haven't seen that girl since 2 weeks, : (. It did feel like eternity, it's like you realize who truly means something in your life when they're gone, or not around in this case. And even though we only chilled for 2 hours, I'm glad we did rather than usually phoning or msn-ing all the time. Since you had church, we came home and I pretty much slept til 11? That was when all these unpleaseant news have to take over my fckn happy nap. Yeah, I was pissed, not for the little things themselves but the little things all together. Think about it from my point of view. Monika &amp;amp; I wasted so much time, and you just keep continuing your dissappointment, with what's worst is the fact you friggin lied to your friends about it too. What thee hail. Thanks for proving we can no longer trust you, and always tend to be upset with you. I'm hoping for a better long weekend. Maybe today wasn't my day, hopefully the other days will be? : ) Well, baaai stalkers ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-95849734909547359?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/95849734909547359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-far-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/95849734909547359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/95849734909547359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far so good?'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7523576210664250270</id><published>2010-03-31T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:01:59.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaaaarch;</title><content type='html'>What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:Happy Birthday Ardit Cami &amp; Kyle Sternig.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02:Happy Birthday Shirley, Adam G, Samira, Willow, &amp; Thusanth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03:Early Release Day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04:Happy Birthday Christine Duy ♥.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06:Squareone w. Karen &amp; Nancy then sleepover @ Monika's.&gt; surprised party&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07:Happy Birthday Carolyne Gogota .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08:Happy Birthday Haldi./Movie Monday&gt;Spirit Week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:Happy Birthday Chris Jang./Twin Tuesday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:Happy Birthday Jiayu./Wacky Wednesday./The Spotlight- Talent show.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:Togo Thursday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:Fun in the Sun Friday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:SQ1 &amp; Pho Mi w.Monika Shirley Mihee Jaepil Jaebok Ahmad David Chris Jayanne Vanessa &amp;Sharina.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:Sherway &amp; Monika's House&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:Dim Sum w. Mommy &amp; erin mills?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16:Park or someplace w. Monika Jaepil Jaebok Sharina Vanessa Ahmed David &amp; Chris.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:Toronto Eaton Centre &amp; downtown with Wallise and meet up with Monika &amp; friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:High Park w. Shirley Mihee Vanessa Sharina Breanna Rachel Jaepil Jaebok Ahmad &amp;Chris./&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kevin Lam.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:Happy Birthday Alisha Zhang .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23:Bye mommy, have a safe flight, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25:Happy Birthday Wallise Wu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31:Happy Birthday Johnson.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7523576210664250270?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7523576210664250270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/maaaaarch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7523576210664250270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7523576210664250270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/maaaaarch.html' title='Maaaaarch;'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3510627271378314366</id><published>2010-03-30T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:20:00.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, wastes.</title><content type='html'>You could spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over - analyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened...or you could just leave the peices on the floor and move the fuck on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3510627271378314366?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3510627271378314366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-you-wastes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3510627271378314366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3510627271378314366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-you-wastes.html' title='For you, wastes.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-1888676389737290865</id><published>2010-03-28T18:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:39:20.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faker than Barbie.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I did not see right through you. You and her are so fckn fake. Pretend you liked me first? Then get a chance to hear about HER side of the story ONLY and start hating and acting like a total bitch? Yes, I do regret ever being friend's with you. I actually thought enhanced people are real gifted. But I guess that's not true, cause it doesn't imply to you. You're so fake. You're not even worth a friend, afterall you'll just hate them later wards after you find out if there was any drama with their middle school life. I hope you suffer, I hope you suffer even more than her previous ex friends. That's when you'll know what really went down. Becos trust me girl, it's just like a cyle- pattern. All start off same, and end off same. Nothing twisted, you'll just regret wasting your fucked up time, and realise, everything you 'over heard' and have heard and WAS warned, was fckn true. No doubt, I guess that's just a little something your ex academic friend would like to call 'Karma'. Sounding like a bitch? Not at all, if anything you guys just like putting these on yourselves. Nothing to you, you start off nice and fake, and turn your back as if you're just another waste gal. We've all came across those, you're just the fakest of them all, even Barbie, plastic &amp;amp; way beyond fake. I can't believe I wasted time even 'being aquantances'.  You're nothing but worthless follower's trying to fit in &amp;amp; hate? Great, join the line, just don't do fucked up bitchmoves and even TRY making me look stupid. It's all your actions, be embarrassed. Oh man, make me laugh. ROFL. Later haters ♥.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-1888676389737290865?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/1888676389737290865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/faker-than-barbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1888676389737290865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1888676389737290865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/faker-than-barbie.html' title='Faker than Barbie.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-8570652413717344885</id><published>2010-03-27T17:33:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:33:13.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fckn Wastemans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453491405264154290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__CQJJjs-bYM/S66xigxqbrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yq_0ZB91Kkg/s320/tumblr_kvlsn4ama91qazko2o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__CQJJjs-bYM/S66xvveZ5dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ceeSJGqZAuI/s1600/tumblr_kywlwsbEZH1qazko2o1_400.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No words can describe the hatred you guys have built up between us. It's well obvious, this pathway was continuing for quite awhile. I can't believe we thought you guys were &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;different from all the other guys. The ones who actually gave a shit, and appreciate what's infront of their tiny eyes. You really had us fooled, I don't ever think it'll ever be the same as it was before ever again. The funny thing is, you guys think the whole fckn world revolves only around you guys. No, you can't and certainly don't deserve anyone. Stop fckn messing around with other girls just cos you got your sorry fatass dumped. You're nothing special AT ALL. GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD. I'm just so fckn sorry and feel soo stupid of even being friends at first. At first, all you guys would do is sleep and waste your whole fckn days away, before WE came along. You guys arrrrrrrre waay to oblivious of anyone's else's feeling's just because now people ACTUALLY want to fckn hangout with you. It's not right, you can't treat your old friend's like shit and put ignorance up their asses. Stop being so hypocritical too. If they really were soo fckn boring and annoying, I don't think this fucked up pathway would have lead you very far. Stop thinking NOTHING'S WRONG. There is, OPEN UP THOSE EYES. Why should we &lt;strong&gt;even &lt;/strong&gt;bother on wastemans, when WE know they won't be in our future? We're done trying, it's getting pointless and fckn annoying. Don't plan on walking in if you were already planning to walk out of our lives. You're wasting everyone's times. Your's, Them's, and worstly but most importantly MINE. What hurts the most, was being so close. I could've spent all those times with my actualy true friends other than wastes. It's like we would've just call down our plan in order to spend time, but it would never be reciprocal to any of us. And all you responses would just accumulate with negative ways of saying no's with excuses. I don't think there are anyone out there like any of us, so willingly to put up with all this bullshit. Seriously. If you think this was harsh?! Just wait til karma fckn comes slap you in the faces. At first it was pretty much "oh, no biggie" But you KNOW it's way out of hand. Don't pretend you don't. YOU know that nothing's ever the same, the way we reply to one another ISN'T the same, and most of all, our feelings towards you guys are now just the same as any other wastes. Yeah, it did hurt at first, we've learned to let go eventually. I hope you can't sleep andyou dream about it. And when you dream, I hope you can't slleep and scream about it. I hope your conscience eats at you, and you can't breathe without us. This time, it's &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;our loss. It's your's, &amp;amp; if anything, you did it to yourselves, no one's gonna keep being there to fckn save your sorry asses anymore. This is just so pathetic of you guys. Have a fckn happy life, I can't believe I wasted so much time. Don't bother talking or crawling back. Reality will hit you hard, and you're going to realize who were your only true friends that ever gave any fckn piece of shit about you. The most bitter goodbyes, are the ones that leaves us all with unspoken thoughts and unexpressed emotions. Sometimes it's better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together and get hurt all over again. It's gonna hurt like hell, and it's going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal. ;Waiting for you guys was like waiting for the rain in a drought; useless &amp;amp; dissappointing.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you ever for a second get to thinking, you're irreplaceable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Once you come crawling back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're already gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-8570652413717344885?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/8570652413717344885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/fckn-wastemans_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8570652413717344885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8570652413717344885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/fckn-wastemans_27.html' title='Fckn Wastemans.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__CQJJjs-bYM/S66xigxqbrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yq_0ZB91Kkg/s72-c/tumblr_kvlsn4ama91qazko2o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234739222244968701.post-7365467795092535988</id><published>2010-03-27T17:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:55:02.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Can't count on you most of all when I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;It's the simple things that you do really hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The more I try, the more I'm starting to see it.&lt;br /&gt;This can't work anymore, than you believe it. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;;But I'd go the distance just to get you. the mountains would get taller the rivers would overflow the streets would fill with traffic ,in summer there would be snow, and even if it meant that i would have to lose every solitary thing that i owned...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as long as you wouldn't be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7365467795092535988?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7365467795092535988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/fckn-wastemans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7365467795092535988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7365467795092535988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/fckn-wastemans.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4164099957604642921</id><published>2010-03-23T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:06:22.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot your curiosity, ask me anything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/iveeytran" title=" about "&gt;formspring me! 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What can we do? It's not like we have control over your lives anyways. The long text reply's and the usual msn convo's just rarely hold out any longer than before, now. I don't know, maybe you guys just wanted a break. But we can't help but feel that it's going down this pathway. Ever felt replaced? That's how we feel as of now. I don't think you guys realized or will feel this oblivous feeling we're having. Saying how you don't really like them and they're boring and annoying but still hang out as if you've known them for the longest time ~longer than us , is starting to get really irritating. Fack, we're done trying. If you still want us in your lives, figure out a way to put us there. No other girls can keep tolerating this bullshit any longer then we did and still are doing. It's just NOT like it used to be. We understand you guys need a leader? And yet you choose the worst possible bish. Sometimes you guys really change our minds and make us confused about why we're still even friends. But we still have to heart to keep trying and forgiving and still endure that pain of ignorance, replaced, unwanted, and worst of all; dissappointment. Just wish you guys &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; do the same. All good things always come to an end, it seems like the end is nearer than we'd thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2231978565828023434?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2231978565828023434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-plan-on-walking-in-if-youre-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2231978565828023434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2231978565828023434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-plan-on-walking-in-if-youre-just.html' title='Don&apos;t plan on walking in, if you&apos;re just gonna walk right out.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4151287365601943391</id><published>2010-03-16T13:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:28:39.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MARCH BREAK.</title><content type='html'>is awesome so far... :) I haven't really wasted any days yet. So I'm glad I'm spending it wisely, then sleeping in til the afternoon. On Saturday ~ was Square one then Pho with the usual - Monika, Shirley, Jaepil, Jaebok, Ahmad, David, Chris &amp;amp; including Mihee, Sharina, Vanessa &amp;amp; Jayanne. When we went to Pho, it was pouring rain, so we decided to take the bus instead. Since there was 12 of us, it was girls on one side of the table and guys on the other. At First, us girls didn't feel like eating, but that kinda made us look bad so we ordered 2 medium noodle soups and one plate of springrolls ♥. And we splited it evenly from there. On Sunday, Monika, Shirley &amp;amp; I went to Sherway.  We went into our usual stores, and in American Eagle. There were really cute shorts &amp;amp; tops ♥. We eached tried on an outfit, Monika &amp;amp; I decided we were only going to buy the tops first ~ and go to Hollister or someplace first to decide which sold better shorts. On Monday ~ Shirley &amp;amp; I decided to chill with our mom. Since it was her last week here before vacation, this was the only time we were all available. She dropped my brother off at university first at 11, and went to the doctors then to the bank. After 1 she picked Shirley &amp;amp; I up once we were all ready. And we went to erin mills. TOODAY; was spent with Monika Shirley Jaebok Jaepil Ahamd David Chris Vanessa &amp;amp; Shariina, we walked about an hour or more -.- to this unknown school in toronto area. At first, we woke up called Monika and waited until like 1:30 to go shower. One minute before I left for my shower, Jaepil comes and says we Had to leave at 2 -.-  . So we showered as fast as possible and went to pick Monika up. On our way down Havenwood Dr. I swear there was a creeper following Shirley &amp;amp; I :/. We met up and walked to fieldgate to get a bus to mill road. Then walked up to Petro, called David out, then walked to Jaepil's building to meet up with Jaebok Jaepil &amp;amp; Chris. Then walked all the way up to meet Ahmad, then walked even further to meet Sharina &amp;amp; Vanessa. While waiting for them, we went into the Toronto Branch Library and got David his Library card. Then we walked for like an hour ..idk -.- to a school. The guys played some baseball and then we had turns too. Jaepil's a good teacher, ahah -soo patient. After the guys went to play basketball, and then got pissed off cause of this kid there. Monika had to leave at 6 cause she had karate training.We ended up leaving at 6:20? We left, then went back because we felt bad for not saying proper goodbyes &amp;amp; hugs. The toronto bus came first @ the stop. And he insisted us on waving our hands in order for the missussauga bus to stop. It was so crowded in the bus, we had to hold onto the bars, and kept tripping everywhere. -.- We bussed to Monika's place and had to wait for the streetlights. So we started doing the wave nonstop and these creepahs we cheering us on from behind. LMAO. Once we got to her  house, we changed out of our short shorts and into jeans since it was getting dark and cold. Then walked to C &amp;amp; dubbs the burger place. Later, my mom picked all ofus up and dropped Monika off at karate and we went home. :) So that's myy march break so far ^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4151287365601943391?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4151287365601943391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4151287365601943391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4151287365601943391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-break.html' title='MARCH BREAK.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4613947453855787740</id><published>2010-03-08T18:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:33:28.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting? I think so.</title><content type='html'>Even the thought of it makes me upset. Now, facing reality, it hurts more. Somehow we all knew this was going to happen. What can we do? It's not like we have control over your lives anyways. The long text reply's and the usual msn convo's just rarely hold out any longer than before, now :( I don't know, maybe I'm over reacting, and you guys just wanted a break. But we can't help but feel that it's going down this pathway. Ever felt replaced? That's how we feel as of now. I don't think you guys realized or will feel this oblivous feeling we're having. I guess if you really loved people(s) (as in brotherly love) , You would want them to be happy and accept the fact that even if their happiness is without you. All good things always come to an end, it seems like the end is nearer than we'd thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4613947453855787740?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4613947453855787740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/drifting-i-think-so_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4613947453855787740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4613947453855787740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/drifting-i-think-so_08.html' title='Drifting? I think so.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6872815554049733474</id><published>2010-03-07T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:05:52.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>No words, could express the way I felt. Yeah, I had tears of joy. LMAO. So many camera's caught that. Aha. First; I'd like to say, thanks for all of you who attended and tried hiding it from us throughout the week &amp;amp; for making my birthday live. I actually had a pretty bad birthday week besides Friday &amp;amp; Saturday. &amp;amp; Thanks soo fckn much, Monika for planning it :') ♥ . I really did think that Jaepil forgot but it was just a plan to get us mad :(. The cake was pretty awesome too, I was surprised the guys got our names on it :$ &amp;amp; poor Jaepil had to carry it all alone for an hour and thirty five minutes by himself :(. Thaaaanks. It wasn't icecream cake, but it was good. It was the thought that counts, I didn't really care if there were presents or not. The only thing I actually wanted for my birthday was a helium balloon... LOL. Waah, so embarrassing. LOL Monika kept screaming and saying she's going downstairs to make them shutupp down there before we got there, aha. Well, I was surprised, and kinda even more surprised at the guest list xD. Honestly, it was the best birthday I've ever had, even if it was a late party.. LOL . Thanks so much you guys ♥.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-6872815554049733474?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/6872815554049733474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6872815554049733474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6872815554049733474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3782693888957971747</id><published>2010-03-06T09:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:32:28.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting? I think so.</title><content type='html'>Even the thought of it makes me upset. Now, facing reality, it hurts more. Somehow we all knew this was going to happen. What can we do? It's not like we have control over your lives anyways. The long text reply's and the usual msn convo's just rarely hold out any longer than before, now :( I don't know, maybe I'm over reacting, and you guys just wanted a break. But we can't help but feel that it's going down this pathway. Ever felt replaced? That's how we feel as of now. I don't think you guys realized or will feel this oblivous feeling we're having. I guess if you really loved people(s) (as in brotherly love) , You would want them to be happy and accept the fact that even if their happiness is without you. All good things always come to an end, it seems like the end is nearer than we'd thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3782693888957971747?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3782693888957971747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/drifting-i-think-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3782693888957971747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3782693888957971747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/drifting-i-think-so.html' title='Drifting? I think so.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4056897828738364591</id><published>2010-03-05T16:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:33:57.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goood fridaay, :)</title><content type='html'>Perfect? yeeah :) Well... almost. It started with first period math~ I was mostly late this week:$. But at least when I walked in, she didn't noticed, so I did not have to pay 25 cents. LOL. But the class period was a waste, cos the teen mentours came in &amp;amp; we did some talking &amp;amp; asking questions about the assembly we had yesterday about GANGS and those tings. Even though we weren't suppose to leave the room, the teen mentours were pretty cool, so we sat on the stairs throughout most of the period &amp;amp; when we got back it was too late to start a review for our test on monday. Now the test is on tuesday :). Yay, right? After, Pavneet Nancy &amp;amp; I decided we should skip second period, just for the fun of it &amp;amp; cos Pavneet &amp;amp; i didn't do our english stories &amp;amp; nancy hated french...LOL. Anywho ~ I sat with Christine Nancy &amp;amp; Shirley most the time, we talked about any coming plans and what happend on halfday &amp;amp; whatnot. I liked their lunch, :(. Then it was my lunch next, it was mostly spent watching the guys 'spit' (retarded term for rapping~freestyle). Pavneet &amp;amp; I took turns recording cause Mehad wanted it to be filmed, even though no one really wanted to freestyle.. LMAO. It was mainly him, this kid, and somewhat Richard and some random grade 12er's. In gym, we started vollyball; it was alright besides the fact that it kills your arm :(. &amp;amp; In drama, we did our 'productions' on our tableaus, I gotta say I felt like we did pretty good considering on the amount of time we actually rehearsed.. :/ LOL. But looks like 'he' hated it, ohwell. Peoples these days are way hard to please, why waste time? LOL. So I better be wasting some camera batteries, &amp;amp; upload the vids &amp;amp; recharge for my busy day tmrw . :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4056897828738364591?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4056897828738364591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/goood-fridaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4056897828738364591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4056897828738364591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/goood-fridaay.html' title='Goood fridaay, :)'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4030823231856071224</id><published>2010-03-04T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:56:08.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, for fridays? :D</title><content type='html'>I'm glad you had a good birthday, Christine! Anywho~ today, I woke up late and then had to rush to get ready for school, I hate that. :/ So once we arrived late, we realized there was an assembly. It was quite interesting, it was about gangs, skipping school &amp;amp; all those other tings. At least we get an extra day for the drama presentations! :) But I have a feeling we won't do as well :/ Oh well. I hope tomorrow will be a better day, :). It's cause it's fridaaaay, tehee. Well heres my daily update ^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4030823231856071224?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4030823231856071224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-for-fridays-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4030823231856071224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4030823231856071224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-for-fridays-d.html' title='Yay, for fridays? :D'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2977825988977875312</id><published>2010-03-03T19:07:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:04:14.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thursday Christine .</title><content type='html'>I'm kidding, gosh :(. Well... You know why I never replyed to your birthday post?! It's cause then I couldn't write it all long on this thing! :D . I think you should deserve a really long one for your big one five, true!? I thiiink so!: ) So, yay, you're halfway to thirtyyy! :D. How exciting, just like your favourite twin bestfriends .(A) Who're what? TWO DAYS OLDER. That'll haunt you forever .:) Trust me when I say forever (A). Well, when I first woke up to read your post, it did make me kinda upset and dissappointed, :( You know you're always one of my bestfrans. No matter the stupid circumstances. And the fact that we don't chill everyday as we used to. :( Fack, I miss you, just so you know♥.) Even though we don't chat 24/7 as we used to, you still know like the most about mee, im talking about major history tings as well ;D. I really do miss you, I don't know what to say :( I can't believe of that mini hatred we kinda had when we first became friends.. LMAO I almost missed out on such a wonderful friend, if it wasn't for grade 6! Remember how we were so dependent on one another? xD then grade 7 came, :( and it felt weird not having a partner in crime, and we slowly drifted a bit, :( Then grade 8 was soon near us, and that year was when we became like extra close, not that we weren't before, but there was soo many LOONG msn convos.. (A). hehe. You're always there for me, regardless, and you know, I'm gonna be there regardless of the idiotic situations or when you're bored. It honeslty didn't matter whether you were first or not, it was the attempt that counted &amp;amp; the words said &amp;amp; even the fact you remembered.. (A) . You know what I love the most about you? The fact that you're soooo caring! You worry day &amp;amp; night like hella crazy when I'm sick or not feeling well, ♥ What a sweeetheart. Well, I definately hope I was first to post on that wall of yours, but most importantly I hope you alll the fckn best; &amp;amp; I really meant that. I love you off, I hope you'll always remember ♥.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2977825988977875312?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2977825988977875312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-thursday-christine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2977825988977875312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2977825988977875312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-thursday-christine.html' title='Happy Thursday Christine .'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-5552925496431290833</id><published>2010-03-03T18:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:03:44.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY EXTRA LOONG REPLY.</title><content type='html'>Haaay, so you're kinda amazing. Thank's for being first, though there really was no surprise. I was pretty overjoyed, when I read those awesome posts the first thing in the morning on my birthday. I'm glad someone remembered. I can't wait til your birthday; you know how they say karma's a bitch? Well, not in this case, LOL. If only we both attended the same school.. :( Well, it's okay, cause I see you like everyday:/ no?! Funny part is, I don't get sick of it. LOL. I'm actually overthrilled and amazed of everything we've gone through. There's no doubt, that there were obviously fights &amp;amp; arguments and time's where we can knock each other out. xD :$ But, we always overcame that, that's my favourite part. :) And, the fact that you called every 15 minutes when I was in the hospital... That just went over the line. And the time you tried introducing us to Jaebok &amp;amp; Jaepil, I was actually shy. LOL But you were the one who introduced some amazing people; not that my other friends weren't but yeah.. I'm grateful. LMAO. It's unbelieveable the journey that we've actually gone through together. The first time we chilled with Jaebok &amp;amp; Jaepil, November 14, The first time you slept over, &amp;amp; the first new years we spent together with Christinee, and way more. I hate how some people feel replaced though :(. You're always free whenever, and so are us. Whenever plans are made , you're like always available and only flop 1% of the time. LMAO. Your mom and grandma are both equally amazing, cause they can fckn vook, : I'm dead serious. I know we can both know something's wrong by our eye contacts or just send the message across that way. You know like almost everything about us, not that you're a creep or anything.. xD. Thanks for being there for almost anything imaginable, and whenever possible, you've made me live a live fourteeth year. I need to learn how to appreciate valuable things in my life, even though I may not show it :$. It's been over what? well, it's been ten years actually.. Since I've met you. I can't believe after that roller coaster ride, we're still going strong. I hope we can for a while ~ maybe for eternity. So when's that apartment ready... :o Cause god knows how damn boring life will be without one another. Love you my somewhat asian mofo bestfriend ♥.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-5552925496431290833?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/5552925496431290833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-extra-loong-reply.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5552925496431290833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5552925496431290833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-extra-loong-reply.html' title='MY EXTRA LOONG REPLY.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4986146188915769272</id><published>2010-03-02T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:47:03.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy fifteenth to Shirley &amp; I.</title><content type='html'>Well, not really. It was an alright birthday, there were definately highlights of the day and vise versa. It's just that, today wasn't just both of our special day, but a few others too. But I guess that doesn' t matter, I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; need a decorated locker or everyone in the whole school to wish me a happy 15th. I'm glad the people I hoped would, did. Really, shows whose down fer me &amp;amp; who truly remembered. Thanks guys :D. I loved the hugs and the yelling's across the halls, aha. I only really had one present in mind ~ It wasn't literally a gift, but it's what I only wanted. Which I did not get :(. Um, I got to wear my new sweater I bought on Saturday! :) I was thinking of returning it, after feeling poor &amp;amp; guilty of spending over a hundred on a sweater .:( But I wore it anyways.. LOL . I'm kinda not surprised but at the same time dissappointed that  &lt;em&gt;some people &lt;/em&gt;actually forgot. I spent the end of the day, going to Counting on you, LOL . Never thought I'd ever be going, but I stayed cause of Shaginy, Nancy &amp;amp; Pavneet. :P I finished some math sheets, but there's still more. &amp;amp; Mr.Mishra, was actually quite helpful in terms of helping me out with some retarded math problems. Plus, we got free food, ahah. Well, it's just another 365 days away til I'm past my halfway to thirty, yays. Sweet sixteen; I hope it's a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4986146188915769272?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4986146188915769272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-fifteenth-to-shirley-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4986146188915769272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4986146188915769272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-fifteenth-to-shirley-i.html' title='Happy fifteenth to Shirley &amp; I.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-1015484584586603442</id><published>2010-03-01T19:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:58:17.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last before 15.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna miss this. Being fourteen &amp;amp; all, this year went by, byfar the fastest ever. It doesn't even feel like I'll be turning halfway to thirty in less than 5 hours. I sound old, don't I :( I remembered, once I turned fourteen, I felt so old. LOL Then, I realised it was going to be another 365 days until I'd have my day again. I'll never forget my fourteenth. It was actually one of the best years, ever. I made and met so many new people, even some I know won't be leaving for quite awhile. And I realised who were my real &amp;amp; true friends and who were fckn waste maaansz. I'm not as excited that it's my birthday, cos I don't even have any expectations atm, cos of everything that's happening in the house right now. I hope my fifteenth is gonna be a bomb year, just like this year :). Hopefully, I will be getting a job sooontimes :( , and making my own money for my lunch and my own clothes. This year, I didn't bother with any count downs or telling people and boosting that tomorrow is my birthday, because, I wanted to see who'll truly remember and whatnot. And who truely knows us. The reason why I didn't have a jam was cause I didn't wanna keep relying and spending my mom's money, cause she can use it for other useful tings, right? Yeah, I decided I was gonna go on a job hunt right when I turn 15, so wish me luck. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-1015484584586603442?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/1015484584586603442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-before-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1015484584586603442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1015484584586603442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-before-15.html' title='Last before 15.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-5616517515112486671</id><published>2010-03-01T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:35:23.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaaaat happend in February ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;February , 2010. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:Dixie with Monika, Ramesh, Faraz &amp; Shirley./Movie w. Monika,Jaebok,Jaepil,DavidK.&amp; Chris.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02:No School.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03:Semester 2 beginning!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04:Happy Birthday Jaebok &amp; Jaepil.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05:Dear John Movie comes out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06:Happy Birthday Chester &amp; Matthew C./ Squareone w. Monika, &lt;s&gt;Faraz, Ramesh, &amp; Yavor&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07:Happy Birthday Merna ♥.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:Happy Birthday Shaianne ♥.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:&lt;s&gt;Toronto Eaton Centre&lt;/s&gt; SQUARE 1 w. Monika, Jaepil, Jaebok, Chris, Ahmad &amp; Shirley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:Chinese New Years Eve &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:Chinese New Years / Valentine's Day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:Family Day + Long weekend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:Junior bos basketball game/Coffee time w. christine &amp; nancy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:Shutter Island w.Monika, Jaepil, Jaebok, Chris, Kyle, Ahmad, Mihee, Kaitlen, &amp; Shirley. &amp; sleepover w. monika.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:Happy Birthday Thanusan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24:Skii Trip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25:Happy Birthday Junus ♥ &amp; Alistair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27:Squareone &amp; my place w. Monika Jaebok Jaepil &amp; Chris. &amp; sleepover w. Monika&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28:Eaton Centre &amp; Movies @ Queensway&gt;The Crazies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-5616517515112486671?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/5616517515112486671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/whaaaat-happend-in-february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5616517515112486671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5616517515112486671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/03/whaaaat-happend-in-february.html' title='Whaaaat happend in February ♥'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7913879439048337144</id><published>2010-02-28T23:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:25:17.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends... are the best ♥</title><content type='html'>Saturday, was one of the livest night's I ever had. Aha. I'm kinda glad we didn't go to eaton centre afterall on Saturday. Cause then we wouldn't have had such a live time. We planned the Eaton centre for nearly a month, and it's either been a flop, or just some minor glitches :(. So instead, we went to Square one like we always do. Then it was past closing time, so we just kept loafting around the mall &amp;amp; attempted to take photo booth pictures, LMAO. Wow, what a success xD. Let's just say.. trying to fit 6 people in one booth, is fairly close to impossible. :( We stayed in that thing for like 20 minutes. And then we decided to just sit down on the benches in the emptied mall. That was where we had some talks &amp;amp; then came up with the idea of reaching my place. At first, I gotta admit it, I was pretty scared &amp;amp; nervous. Cause my parents... can't handle us having guy friends. LOL. But, these guys are practically like family to me, so I took a chance. We snuck them in at 8pm LOL &amp;amp; we just chilled in my room... and talked and was just sitting on our bed. Then they had to leave at 9:10 pm cause it was getting late &amp;amp; considering that they lived pretty far from here. What happend in the room... stays in the room... ;D HAHAHA. On Sunday, since Monika slept over, we woke up at near 1 pm, and got ready then we reached Eaton Centre, I wanted these awesome Adidas shoes, but I spent it on my Nike sweater for 100$ :(. That was when I regreted my purchase. But anywho; at least Monika got her blue Adidas sweater &amp;amp; shirley got her black &amp;amp; pink adidas sweater as well. I'm glad us three got our new sweaters this weekend. Then we reached the movies; for Kyle, cause tomorrow was his birthday and he did mention before how he didn't want to spend it alone. So when we got there, a lot of people were there already, even people we didn't know. So we mostly chilled with Jaepil &amp;amp; Jaebok. We watched The Crazies. It was actually pretty good, there were some disturbing and frightening scenes, but it was better than Shutter Island or Daybreakers. Well... that was my weekend! :D bye stalkers.. :) loveyou hateers♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7913879439048337144?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7913879439048337144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-friends-are-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7913879439048337144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7913879439048337144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-friends-are-best.html' title='My friends... are the best ♥'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-682701291999769678</id><published>2010-02-26T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:38:18.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw off &amp; mind your own business. LMAO.</title><content type='html'>I can see the hits adding up, smart one. Telling people to view this shit &amp;amp; trying to convince them I'm the biggest bitch ever? XD hehe. Grow up, it's just a blog. Not link that's suppose to be sent out to all your fake friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-682701291999769678?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/682701291999769678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/screw-off-mind-your-own-business-lmao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/682701291999769678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/682701291999769678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/screw-off-mind-your-own-business-lmao.html' title='Screw off &amp; mind your own business. LMAO.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2691336006664678565</id><published>2010-02-26T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:14:34.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEEEEEEY YOU, I KNOW YOURE  READING THIS AHAHAAH.</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;It's been like a few seconds since I've talked to you. I really did miss you soo terribly, you have no idea. Like sucks without you. I just wanted to let you know. You're the best thing that ever happend to me. You're the most realest, bestest, to the fckn max, truest, perfect friend I ever have. I'm sooo thankful for you in my life. No, seriously, you taught me the wrong's to right's. you would never steal or backstabb every single fckn friend I made or have. You're so unenvious, and so generous. What more can I say? Youda youda best. You never turned anyone against me. You were always there regardless of the retarted reasons. You're never judgemental of anything at all. That's what I absolutely love about you, did you k now that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K well, byeee &lt;3 !&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; p.s read it again, this time it's the whole opposite.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we ended it. hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2691336006664678565?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2691336006664678565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/heeeeeey-you-i-know-youre-reading-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2691336006664678565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2691336006664678565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/heeeeeey-you-i-know-youre-reading-this.html' title='HEEEEEEY YOU, I KNOW YOURE  READING THIS AHAHAAH.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7346425695681373498</id><published>2010-02-26T00:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:02:58.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;when&amp;#039;s your birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Soon; same as Shirley's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/iveeytran"&gt;shoot your curiosity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7346425695681373498?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7346425695681373498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7346425695681373498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7346425695681373498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4341231851088547826</id><published>2010-02-25T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:58:15.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE YALL</title><content type='html'>Wednesday February 24th, ~ Skii Trip!&lt;br /&gt;It was hella funn ^^, I feel bad for the people who missed out. :/ Honestly, I'm not trying to brag, but it was like the best trips I've been on ^^. aha, I went with Pavneet, Shirley, Karen, Wallise, &amp;amp; Nya. Other people went as well, but the five of us mostly chilled together. The food was kinda expensive too :( and so was the whole trip in general, but so worth it. I'm gonna go again the next few years as well. The skii teacher's people, were pretty nice, LOL &amp;amp; I got my green sticker :P. The way there and back took awhile, I think like an hour an a little over half an hour, iunno depends on traffic. But yeah, I finally got home at 5 o clock, It was a good thing I slept at 7 pm the night before to get to school before 6:30am. I know &lt; craazy, right? Well, It was fun :D . But this morning when I woke up, hello major muscle pains :(. EVERYWHERE. Even places I didn't think had muscles.. D: well, tomorrow's fridaaay ! I love fridays ! LOL Then saturday ~ which I'm so excited for , teheeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4341231851088547826?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4341231851088547826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4341231851088547826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4341231851088547826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-yall.html' title='UPDATE YALL'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-5392057185135368201</id><published>2010-02-21T22:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:00:58.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famjam'/><title type='text'>Famjam.</title><content type='html'>How was it? It was boring. I didn't want to go, but I was somehow convinced by my mom. I slept at 6 am, for whatever reason &gt;&lt; I was up for an hour or two, texting Monika about ~ confidential tings. :/ Those texts got me thinking a lottt ! Like holy crap, huge paragraphs. LOL. We woke up at 1 even though we were suppose to be ready by one. We got to the jam at 3 ish? idk. Well, I knew it would be boring, then this baby came, he was the cutest thing ever xD. But he was balling his eyes out like mad :( cos he was so shy at first. But later on, he started jumping all over Shirley &amp;amp; I and playing with us -aw- It was all good , later other fams came, yes; another baby and w. an older sister as well. We ended up staying there til 9 ish. I was hella bored the whole timeee, but at least we got to see our cousins. :/ To keep myself entertained, I was texting, Monika, Jaepil &amp;amp; Thanusan throughout the jam. :p I hope next weekend's much more liveeer ! Btw; HAPPY BIRTHDAAY THNUSAN, I hope you had an amazing one; with your fresh new haircut &amp;amp; new jacket, ahah :D.(Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-5392057185135368201?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/5392057185135368201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/famjam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5392057185135368201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5392057185135368201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/famjam.html' title='Famjam.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3383977497612856649</id><published>2010-02-20T23:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:28:37.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Can’t count on you most of all when I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the simple things&lt;br /&gt;that you do really hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The more I try, the more I’m starting to see it.&lt;br /&gt;This can’t work anymore, than you believe it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3383977497612856649?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3383977497612856649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-count-on-you-most-of-all-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3383977497612856649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3383977497612856649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-count-on-you-most-of-all-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3845495840491769662</id><published>2010-02-18T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:55:56.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala.</title><content type='html'>haay stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;do you know what i really fackin hate?&lt;br /&gt;I hate biters. I mean those who just love to copy every single fackin thing you wear, have or do.&lt;br /&gt;Like originality much? It's kinda obvious. I'm no exaggerating, or being mean. It's not my intensions. I just want to write out my feelings ^^. It's soo annoying, with those constant fishy eye stares. Like, nooo! You'll never be me or shirley :s. Get that through your brainless head. We're not even friends for the first fact, and you go around saying shit about me before, and now you think we're all of a sudden cool with oneanother. LMAO. It's really funny how pathetic some of you are. "I'm not nice to you cause we're friends, I'm nice cause im not rude."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3845495840491769662?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3845495840491769662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/lalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3845495840491769662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3845495840491769662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/lalala.html' title='lalala.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-1379305076136240098</id><published>2010-02-17T17:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:53:02.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day, true.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, today was pretty good. For one, I didn't have to present both of my presentations :D. And we got like a free period of gym cos Hare wasn't here, and we got to watch the guys do their thing ;D. LOL. and no english homework ^^. Plus, I'm really doing quite well in math atm :D. &amp;amp; drama, was alright, but at least we get an extra day to practice! We have a lot to do. :/ Our script probably doens't even last 2 minutes ! how's it suppose to be longer than 3 minutes ? D: fck. &amp;amp; I can't memorize a lot espcially within 24 hours. T_T fml. but im really glad, that we're finally talking and back to normal :) i really did kinda miss you...&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm gonna go play this really awesome addicting game w. some besties now :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-1379305076136240098?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/1379305076136240098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-day-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1379305076136240098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1379305076136240098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-day-true.html' title='Good day, true.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3238787916533042050</id><published>2010-02-16T19:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:26:08.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Save your bull, I'm not taking it anymore.</title><content type='html'>That was insanely rude &amp;amp; mean of you.  I know guys laugh at everyone that hurts themselves, but honestly, that was just wow wtf. It would've at least made it a LITTLE better if you apologized right away. But all you could say was 'oh look she's gonna cry'. No, I didn't cry. I just walked away, because you can obviously know how to piss off a girl easily when you don't try. I was having an alright day, and I was tired as fuck, but you(s) had to ruin it, and by you(s) I mean, everyone who decides to randomly throw out sudden mood swings at you for no reasons. I know you probably have the intentions of wanting me to give sympathy, but wtf do I get in return? I'm tired of being stomped on. Save your bull, I'm not taking it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3238787916533042050?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3238787916533042050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/save-your-bull-im-not-taking-it-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3238787916533042050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3238787916533042050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/save-your-bull-im-not-taking-it-anymore.html' title='Save your bull, I&apos;m not taking it anymore.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2396758785068681632</id><published>2010-02-14T04:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T04:57:17.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaepil's Blog</title><content type='html'>Herro, My name is Jaepil. I like manga, anime, sushi, rice, and etc. I hate ppl who eats dogs, have no respect, mean, FAG, G.A,Y, and etc. well thats it for today :) thank you my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2396758785068681632?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2396758785068681632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/jaepils-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2396758785068681632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2396758785068681632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/jaepils-blog.html' title='Jaepil&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7401207138402233784</id><published>2010-02-12T01:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:07:40.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, for fridays? :D</title><content type='html'>Yay for friday. I love fridays. Fridays are the best :). haha. It's torture for 4 days, then friday ~ yay. LMAO. Friday's are the last day of torture, and best of all, I can come home to sleep right away or go out really late and not worry cos it's a saturday. That means I don't have to do my homework til procascinating time on late Sunday nights.  ~Well I was suppose to reach Eaton Centre, but I guess a few glitches popped up therefore we're gonna go to square instead. I'd rather go to Eaton Centre another time, and actually know I'll have fun. I'm awake right now because.. I slept for one or two hours during dinner time D:. But I had to force myself up, just to attempt my stupid math homework, and failed at it. :( I guess this is where math get's hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7401207138402233784?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7401207138402233784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-for-fridays-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7401207138402233784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7401207138402233784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-for-fridays-d.html' title='Yay, for fridays? :D'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-8205273488898031857</id><published>2010-02-10T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:05:59.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this.</title><content type='html'>What am I suppose to do? All you do is avoid and ignore. And then I'm suppose to hear from other's about upcoming plans you've made? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sick of all this non-sense. This is sooo pointless. I do kinda miss talking to you. But it doesn't even seem like you give any shit anymore. I will soon start to too. I wish it was back to how it used to be. Like the conversations, and the mini jokes you wouldn't get mad about. Including those random stops in hallways. I hate how we have to treat one another like complete strangers in the hallways whenever we pass by each other. That's it.. :/ I hope you come around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-8205273488898031857?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/8205273488898031857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8205273488898031857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8205273488898031857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-8158483871187415253</id><published>2010-02-09T23:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:14:22.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shaianne ♥</title><content type='html'>Haaaay blog, I've missed updating you. Trust me, it's not like I plan on it. It's cause my retarded computer had gotten a virus and refused me on going onto the internet. I was devastated. But I got my sleep out of the loss of internet yesterday. I got my chance to do my homework right when I cam home from school, and slept at 6pm, and woke up at 7:30 am. I was so proud of myself. That's honestly such a big accomplishment to me. Cause usually I'd be doing homework late at night til who knows when. But my computer has been rebooted ; meaning everything's gone :(. FML. Four years of hardcore downloading gone. I have to re download all my programs and songs. Hello waste of time ! Well, so far, second semester's pretty good. The only class I actually dislike would by gym. It sucks ass &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; I have people I just don't like :S in it. But on the other hand, there are friends &amp;amp; Shirley in the class as well. Right now, we have health/Substance use &amp;amp; abuse. I sit with Hawa &amp;amp; shirley. The other classes are pretty live. Lunch is so lame, and boring. I wish it was as fun as last semester's lunch. This lunch is so crowded, and boring-er. Today we got our match maker results we had filled out on January 20. The results were dissappointing. Honestly, I didn't know 90% of my whole list. It was such a waste. but at least it goes towards charity :/ Well.. better luck next year !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-8158483871187415253?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/8158483871187415253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-shaianne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8158483871187415253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8158483871187415253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-shaianne.html' title='Happy Birthday Shaianne ♥'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3881503140353355121</id><published>2010-02-06T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:20:00.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a beautful lady, but karma's a bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;My open wounds won't heal, and they scar me like a stitch,&lt;br /&gt;You see, life's a beautiful woman.. but karma is a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;She took my love for life, a passion I'm starting to miss,&lt;br /&gt;Friends say that im wigging out but this is hardly a glitch,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not taking drugs or smoking, because they aren't in the mix,&lt;br /&gt;And if I think too hard about it, then I begin to get pissed,&lt;br /&gt;On an emotional trip I can't handle, with my heart in my fist.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a "bum"... in need of "change", but I'm "broke" as fuck,&lt;br /&gt;If I were in therapy,&lt;br /&gt;It'd be with a knife, because I really don't want to open up,&lt;br /&gt;People said I got attatchment issues, but shit dude, no one trusts,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I've learned one crucial thing.. being lonely sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand, so please explain, why the fuck can't I relax?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stressed out, yet I feel like my heart's having panic attacks,&lt;br /&gt;I just want this to be over, I don't need this drama, I'm done with this crap,&lt;br /&gt;I need something that can turn my ass, into a vanishing act,&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why I'm so delusional, its really unusual,&lt;br /&gt;Because in a room full of people, I lay low and stand in the back,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I'm the biggest joke there, but I'm too damaged to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;My minds frying like eggs in the heat of noon,&lt;br /&gt;Heart so sore, its like I got beat by a hired goon,&lt;br /&gt;Because there's so much fucking intensity here, its like an earthquake,&lt;br /&gt;Shit man, I really shouldn't have thought it out, why did I hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;Now I regret it, I repent it, whatever I said, I never really meant it.&lt;br /&gt;I've asked god a thousand times, to help me balance my lows,&lt;br /&gt;But when I overcome an obstacle, there's another challenge below,&lt;br /&gt;I guess the devil took my soul, and I must've allowed it show,&lt;br /&gt;Because now I'm full of hate, no room for love to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mehad Muhammad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3881503140353355121?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3881503140353355121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-beautful-lady-but-karmas-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3881503140353355121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3881503140353355121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-beautful-lady-but-karmas-bitch.html' title='Life is a beautful lady, but karma&apos;s a bitch.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4252595367580250345</id><published>2010-02-04T16:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:51:43.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jaebok &amp; Jaepil Lee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__CQJJjs-bYM/S2tOBPigjxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NrXouz3QBR4/s1600-h/happy+birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434523158610743058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__CQJJjs-bYM/S2tOBPigjxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NrXouz3QBR4/s320/happy+birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, hey again. Did I already say Happy Birthday? Oh yeah, like a hundred times :). That's cause I really meant it :). Can you guys believe we met only a few month's ago? Thanks to Monika &amp;amp; Chris ofcourse. I'm so glad they introduced us, though they had wrong intentions of introducing us at first. LOL. But you guys are like one of our best guy friends now. Honestly, I'm glad you guys are. I would never favor neither of you over the other, cause you both are amazingly great, and I know I'd hate that since I'm a twin myself. So well... since you guys are so stubborn and hate to accept gifts and letting people waste money on you -Aw- the most I could do was make a collage and do all that little facebook tings:). And well.. write you guys some sobby,meaningful paragraphs. ;D harhar, so enjoy your fckn 15th :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jaebok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haaay, eldest twin. So, you get me the most, yeah? You know we both love how our younger twin always makes our food and shiet for us. harhar. Well, when we first met, I thought you &lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;the quieter one. We met at our school's Halloween Dance on Oct.31 (A).But then we started chilling more, and it was actually quite the opposite? :) Remember that time, when we watched 2012? :D November 14, I believe. I think that was the actually first time we chilled. Um..:$ did you forget about the 'conditions' thing? Cause we thought it was funny at the time, but it got you guys pretty upset. :( and mad. So sorry for that - I thought about it so much while i was in the hospital. But after like months, you guys always chilled with us, and short hi's and msn convo's became, hey's and midnight msn convo's. You're scary stories fckn suck cause they obviously don't make us sleep well. But you're never afraid to tell us about your map drawing opportunities xD LMAO. You're so caring, and it makes me happy that you worry about me fainting, or us being hungry. You tell us 'god's with you' and try to make us less scared. Your gf's pretty lucky. Shirley &amp;amp; I were suppose to get you a scarf for your birthday, cause that was on your Christmas wishlist, but we were gonna get it for your birthday. But then you talked to us about it. So we decided, if you had everything you need,then fine. But you guys totally ruin the birthday spirit! Thanks for your sympathy, and caringness, and somewhat funniness. Oh, and did I forget your free korean lessons?! LOL I kew we had to learn korean someday, so when you guys continue to talk like that outside when we chill, we'll at least understand some words ! I learned a lot actually. (A) Not like I can remember on the top of my head but I have a book (A). hahah. And you were the one that also introduced Taeyang and some random k-pop. I actually love taeyang now. aah (L).Well, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; for everything. Hope you love Jaepil's profile picture, it was for the both of you, but I only had Jaepil's password. Have a fckn amazing birthday Jaebokugan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jaepil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hay Pokemon lover. You're the really kind and generous one. haha xD and many more.. :) I remember at first, how whenever Jaebok went somewhere, so you wouldn't go, and when you would go somewhere Jaebok would go? Then when we started chilling more, I liked it when both of you came. It was funner that way, yeah ?:) You're so caring &amp;amp; respectful as well. You're the younger one, and you always clean up, make food, bake (LMAO @ ultra super mega gangsta homie-g cookie muffin) , cook etc. for your brother(s) &amp;amp; your parents. Both of you are so well raised, honestly, my mom would love to have children like you guys. LMAO. Cause Shirley &amp;amp; I aren't like that. :/ We hate to clean, and we rely on them to do our dishes and clean up after us. :$ Shame. You're so gentleman like. How many times did you offer to pay and buy food? Countless times, and yet you have to pay your cell phone bill as well D:. It's so fckn generous. You would pay for anyone if they didn't have enough. &amp;amp; Even though we know you're sometimes out of budget, we still bother you :$ and ask for popcorn at the movies. Sorrry :$. We know you would actually buy it, but we know you don't have enough money. sorry. again. Even though you're quite, you talk ALOT. LOL It may not be face to face,but you always reply to your texts asap. Even for the stupidest texts I've sent. LOL And some very awesome ones :D. And most are late night ones. I remmber when both of you guys use to sleep so fkcn much.Lik it was out of control and crazy. But ever since the holidays in December, You've mostly stayed up w. Monika &amp;amp; us. We had the weirdest and funniest convo's. And you would always stay up for as long as you could, cause we waned all of us to stay in the convo. Brutely honestly, you both are more than bestfriends, you're my like next brothers. You guys really do earn our trust. Cause I know you would never give out or hack any of my accounts. And same as well. Btw, I hope you liked your profile picture, I spent a lot of time on it. Well, thanks for the trust, generosity, live nights, and being an awesome friend. Happy mthrfckn 15th Birthday. ~ All the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you korean mofos &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7234739222244968701-4252595367580250345?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4252595367580250345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-jaebok-jaepil-lee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4252595367580250345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4252595367580250345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-jaebok-jaepil-lee.html' title='Happy Birthday Jaebok &amp; Jaepil Lee!'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__CQJJjs-bYM/S2tOBPigjxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NrXouz3QBR4/s72-c/happy+birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234739222244968701.post-9010768205902173332</id><published>2010-02-02T16:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:14:48.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay semester twwooo.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the beginning of another new semester.I hope it's gonna be better than first semester. First semester was kinda crap. But there were times I did enjoy it, but that was rarely. Byebye loooong weekend :( This has actually been a good long weekend. I spent most of it with Monika, Jaepil &amp;amp; Jaebok. But we also got to chills with Nancy, Ahmad, Faraz, Ramesh, David k. &amp;amp; Chris. I need to save up money :(. What use to be over 200 is now less than ahundred. fml. Kwhatevs' Chinese/ Viet New Years coming upon February 14 :D. Hopefully, I get more moola this year. :$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-9010768205902173332?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/9010768205902173332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/hay-semester-twwooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/9010768205902173332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/9010768205902173332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/hay-semester-twwooo.html' title='Hay semester twwooo.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-9153876427542073380</id><published>2010-02-01T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:08:48.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You deserve your karma.</title><content type='html'>I hope you'll eventually learn to grow up and have some respect &amp;amp; class. Incase you haven't noticed, girls have feelings and sensitivity. You can't treat us like one of your guys. It's disrespectful how you think some of your lame jokes are funny, cause most are mainly rude. I don't know why we put up with so much of this, cause even though we always treat you well and show some respect, it's rarely reciprocal. I know some of our jokes may go far, as to taking things, but honestly, most actions from you are always un-necessary. Like taking out some cheesed mood on us cause of what happend yesterday. Whatever, as of now, I know we're not on good terms, and I don't know how long this will last til. I seriously hopee you can pull your act together, otherwise, karma will let you know you're alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-9153876427542073380?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/9153876427542073380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-deserve-your-karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/9153876427542073380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/9153876427542073380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-deserve-your-karma.html' title='You deserve your karma.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-5614890693343115624</id><published>2010-01-31T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:35:45.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye January.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's surprise party for Divna was a success. We all hid under Christine's blankets aha, and jumped up when she opend the door. I wish more people came though, it would've been much liver. But it was still good. We did many prank calls and did some other retarded things. LMAO. OH And we lso watche Orphan, some scary shit. :( Couldn't even sleep well. and stayed up til 6 am. Well ~ hope you had a good birthday Divna :D.&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, today was quite boring. That's probably cause we woke up at 6 pm, and the malls and stuff were already closed. I guess I should try getting good amount of sleep tonight for tomorrow. We're finally cilling with Ramesh, along with Faraz &amp;amp; Monika. Yay :) Missed that fool &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-5614890693343115624?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/5614890693343115624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-bye-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5614890693343115624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5614890693343115624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-bye-january.html' title='Bye bye January.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3958959697455330432</id><published>2010-01-31T01:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:25:55.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I DID IN JANUARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;January , 2010. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;01:New Years Dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;08:Happy Birthday Ahmad./Mall/movies w. Chris Jaebok &amp;amp; Jaepil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;09:Happy Birthday Rasha ♥./Movies w. Monika.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15: Happy Birtday Wendy T!/Sleepover @Monika's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16:Playdium/Jackastor's w. Monika Jaepil, Jaebok &amp;amp; Chris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21:Tech Project dued. -FAIL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24:Happy Birthday Divna ♥./ Sherway w. Monika.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25:Geography Exam / Happy Birthday Kai-ann ♥.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27:French Exam / Happy Birthday Iman ♥.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28:Science Exam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29:No school !/ Mall &amp;amp; BR w. Nancy,Jaepil, Jaebok &amp;amp; Ahmad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30: Divna's Surprise Party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3958959697455330432?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3958959697455330432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-did-in-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3958959697455330432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3958959697455330432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-did-in-january.html' title='WHAT I DID IN JANUARY'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4865787326752762384</id><published>2010-01-29T23:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:14:30.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a great day, afterall.</title><content type='html'>The original plan was to reach BR with Nancy. But when I woke up, the guys wanted to to reach square. I was already suppose to meet Nancy at 3, so we just decided to meet up there, if they wanted. Once we were waiting at Zellers, we saw Ostynn Djordje &amp;amp; Dimitar, we talked for a bit and walked around then they had to leave for the food court T_T. But then we saw Jenny &amp;amp; Savonnah too, LOL. It was like everyone was at the mall today, well... most of the glenforester's. We met up with the guys infront of zellers and waited for Nancy for quite awhile T_T. LMAO. Then Shirley &amp;amp; I had to reach Sears, to pay for this bill thing for my momma. After, we went to the food court cause shirley nancy &amp;amp; i haven't ate at all before we came. We got our Manchu Wok and the guys got their starbucks, and newyork fries. Ofcourse after we ate Chris and them met up w. us for a couple of minutes. Then we went our separate ways. We went to the Apple store, camwhored ofcourse, and decided to leave for Bubble Republic. We chilled there until 7:15 and went to Toys R Us across the plaza thing. Then bussed back to Square. The guys had to leave to get their bus, so Us &amp;amp; Nancy went around the mall cause it closes at 9. While at Urban Behavior, we saw Sylvia, and chilled with her for awhile cause she was all alone. Then my mom came and picked us up near 9. Overall, good day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4865787326752762384?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4865787326752762384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-great-day-afterall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4865787326752762384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4865787326752762384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-great-day-afterall.html' title='It was a great day, afterall.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3682420693681030667</id><published>2010-01-28T16:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:06:34.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Science.</title><content type='html'>Yaaaaaay, let's have a moment of happiness for me finishing my first set of exams! I studied almost the whole entire day yesterday. I studied with Pavneet and Dirie the most. Thanks so much Dirie :D, you're such a good friend. We kept geetting off topic at the Library with Pavneet, but it'sokay. We had realtalks. And ended up studying til 3 am together. LOL. The science exam was alright, I know I messed up on certain things more than other's forure. But I'm so glad it's my last exam for semester 1. Then 2 more in semester 2! Now we can all finally relax til June. Tomorrow I'm going to BR w. Nancy. Haven't chilled with her in so long, god knows when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3682420693681030667?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3682420693681030667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-science_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3682420693681030667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3682420693681030667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-science_28.html' title='Goodbye Science.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4861252959936950019</id><published>2010-01-28T15:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:04:26.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I didn't want it to.</title><content type='html'>I hate change. I know it's necessary, but I don't want it to. I hate what some of you've become.&lt;br /&gt;The difting, the conversations that use to last til days, and the not seeing each other anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I like life that way it was and used to be. I miss the time when you use to cared and talked more. I miss being that bestfriend you ever had at that point. I dont miss you now, I miss who you used to be. I'm not saying we're not friends or not close now, but It's just &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;like before. Obviously, I do try to carry conversations, but I guess some point in time, close friendships had to fade? Its okay, I'm not mad. I'm glad you have new friends too. It's nice to see you really happy. I don't think you notice at all though. Well, I'm not gonna stop you or anything, it was nice while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;* Directed to more than one person. Please don't assume.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4861252959936950019?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4861252959936950019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-i-didnt-want-it-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4861252959936950019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4861252959936950019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-i-didnt-want-it-to.html' title='Maybe I didn&apos;t want it to.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3761501558738123194</id><published>2010-01-25T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:51:18.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Geography, but I'm glad it's over. :)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's studying was such a fail. I know I wasn't suppose to go out at all, but I can't survive a weekend without going out at least once. So we decided to go to Sherway with Monika. The bus routes are so darn confusing. We got lost so many times. :( So we ended up getting there at 5:15. But we got a few bus rides for free. LOL I said we were 13 so it would be cheaper, keke. But we ended up not paying anyways. We met some of Monika's friends on the bus, cause they were going to Sherway as well. We looked like such fools, running around waiting for buses and getting off at wrong stops . :( Once we arrived there, we went to eat right away. Then went around for the last 15-20 minutes and then bused back. My mom was suppose o pick us up at 7 or 8, but that ended up turning into 12 T_T And I knew I had to study still cause whoknows how long I haven't reviewed my notes for. When my mom came, we went to eat Pho on Dundas, cause they work late hours. So many damn pedo's there. :/ So, as a result of bad studying habits, and procrascinating, I eneded up studying from 1 am til 5 am. and went to sleep at near 6 am. Got up this morning at 8 am, and showered than got my mom to drive me to school. The geopgrahy exam, wasn't as bad as I'd thought it'd be,  but I forgot my fckn compass ose in my bag upfront and Iknew we weren't allowed to get it, so I had to guess some answers, who knows how many questions I answered wrongly. T_T. It's okay. I think I should get at least a 70 :/ I walked home w. Jenny &amp;amp; Hawa, and attemtped to walk faster for Shirley. It wasn't safe for her to stay alone especially in this house. God know's what could've happend.. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3761501558738123194?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3761501558738123194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-geography-but-im-glad-its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3761501558738123194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3761501558738123194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-geography-but-im-glad-its-over.html' title='I like Geography, but I&apos;m glad it&apos;s over. :)'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-5516990917784968128</id><published>2010-01-21T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:42:04.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You call it being nice, I call it a flaw.</title><content type='html'>I don't know.. I think  too nice. Always getting taken advantage of? You know that you do. We both know it. But you still continue to, cos you know I wouldn't even try to fail, so you left me with most the work. I guess I should be thankful. My dad's a Master's electrician, and actually knows what to do. K, whatever, there's only 1 day left of this semester. I'm gonna pass with the best marks as possible. It's alright, I'm use to staying up til the dawn hours finishing projects that my partner(s) don't contribute to. I'm so glad, it's exam week next week cause, I seriously need my rest. My bags are over a few cm's long :(. So, ^ rant of the day. :D. Let's fastforward, to the goodtings that happend today ! In french class, it ws actually pretty live. In my opinion it was.. LMAO. Since we were still doing oral exams, Hilary &amp;amp; I sat together to review. It's actually like the first few tiems I enjoy french. I'd usually relate it to hell. But today was different. Hilary &amp;amp; I had some real talks! ;D Plus, Aron sat behind us aha, so I bet he was probably listening in on it xD And thinking we're weirdos, cos we kept trying to creep him out LMAO. I'm kinda sad that this semester's ending, when I'm finnally starting to enjoythis class. shucks. Hopefully next year we will have french together again :).  harhar. K, I should reallay be doing my dipshit project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love iveeeytran!. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-5516990917784968128?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/5516990917784968128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-call-it-being-nice-i-call-it-flaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5516990917784968128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5516990917784968128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-call-it-being-nice-i-call-it-flaw.html' title='You call it being nice, I call it a flaw.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-3815593968606173984</id><published>2010-01-18T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:50:38.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got issues, but god knows that I've got mine too.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just got my haircut like a few hours ago. It's so short. I haven't got it cut this short since prolly like grade 3. I'm so ashamed, I look like a fob. I was only planing on getting layers, but somehow, it got way shorter than I expected. I hate spending so much time trying to make them look good, but it's just not coorperating with me. :( My hair hates me.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that ~ Today, was so moody, hahah. Love you Johnson &lt;3. I was so hungry during last period. I started spazzing out randomly, and at the end of school, I started lying in the hallway floors. :( I didn't even know what I was doing T_T. Kay, well I'm better now, cos I ate . :) But what sucks was we tried changing our classes, and it was all a fail. We were pretty upset, cos we really wanted 4th lunch but stupid phsyed was in the way. If only 2 people would consider dropping out then there would be room for Shirley &amp;amp; I. Shucks. I hope 2nd semester is a better one than 1st semester. Honeslty first semester was kinda hell. I really did wish I had much more people in my classes rather than a few, not so close friends. Seriously, it's not like it wasn't fun at all, it was that it could've been better. And those who were n my classes, didn't even bother. Meaning, it was like we didn't knew each other from before, and then it's all different now. ~ Jeeze, sometimes you piss me off. I don't know why I go through the obstacles I do, for you at times. Even future ones. I'm not being rude,it's speaking the truth, cos honeslty I don't think you deserve any better than the way you've treated me throughout this semester. You're clearly confusing my reasons for having a friendship with you. I don't even think you're ever gonna pull through for me ever again, like you used to. Whatever yall'. It's highschool. Things change, so do people. In good an baaaaaaaad ways. Too shameful, your's wasn't good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-3815593968606173984?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/3815593968606173984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/youve-got-issues-but-god-knows-that-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3815593968606173984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/3815593968606173984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/youve-got-issues-but-god-knows-that-ive.html' title='You&apos;ve got issues, but god knows that I&apos;ve got mine too.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2111726978522947107</id><published>2010-01-17T18:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:57:44.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My failing week.</title><content type='html'>Heyyaaaall!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was live. No doubt about that. I was worried we were gonna waste another good Saturday, but then the guys made it live. :) It was pretty awesomely fun sleeping over @ Monika's on Friday night, but we woke up at like 1 something. We were planning on just going to the mall or something like we'd usually do. But since her mom &amp;amp; bro left for Serbia, &amp;amp; her dadday was working, we didn't have any drives. After a few minutes, Jaepil texted me if we were busy &amp;amp; decidd we should go to Playdium. Since we needed a drive or to bus there, we got our dad to pick us up and drove us there. We stayed at square one for a bit cos the guys had some difficulties reaching there .T_T We got our bubbletease and went to the applestore then met up at Playdium. Jaepil bought his card and they all shared it. We were suppose to do the same, but Monika bought her own &amp;amp; so did Shirley. So I just decided not to spend too much money lol. Especially after buying my 100 dollar sweater . :(. We stayed there for a few hours, and then us girls got hungry. Then we offered the guys the choice of going to JackAstor's w. us. Ofcourse they love their asian food so it was really hard to persuade them T_T. I got dizzy and like tiredd after. I was like spinning around everywhere. :/ But i got over that , after we ate. We had to wait about an hour to get seats. We had this buzzer ting, that it buzzes or makes a sound once there's a table for us. While we were waiting, it was so squishy,then Chris &amp;amp; Jaepil left to play at playdium while they still had their unlimited timing. The 4 of us just waited. When we got our seats, we still had to wait for the guys to come back. When we ordered, only Monika Shirley, Jaebok &amp;amp; Jaepil &amp;amp; I ordered, cos Chris wanted hs asian food. After we finished eating, we just went home. But I obviously took tons of photos like usual, so just find them on facebook. :).&lt;br /&gt;OHHH- yeah, my title -my failing week!-&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's gonna be my most tiring, failed week ever, cos on Thursday it's our fckn tech project dued date. And obviously no shit was done. :( So we have to get EVERYTHING done LIKE REAL soon. or im not gonna get my fckn tech credit. Not to mention I have too much studying to catch up on. So fckn gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2111726978522947107?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2111726978522947107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-failing-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2111726978522947107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2111726978522947107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-failing-week.html' title='My failing week.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-4820257851271789882</id><published>2010-01-13T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:03:16.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm with you, I'll make every second count.</title><content type='html'>Two more days. Today in homeroom, we did the matchmaking survey thing. It took like 10-15 minutes to fill out that thing. But it's exciting to know whs out there aha. It's pretty cool, but I don't thnk anyone really cared. Lunch was so borang today, I swear next semester's lunch better not be. We did nothing but loaft around like losers &amp;amp; saying we were bored. There's nothing really new in classes besides the cramming of learning many things in  short period of time before our exams. And some big finale projects. Yay, I love allnighters -.-. Staying up late to finish shit cos you get nothing done in class. WEll, only 2 weeks left of 1st semester, it went by really fast. I'm gonna miss some of the people in my lunch. SOME.&lt;br /&gt;~ I hate it when people assume random love affairs, when there's no shiet going on. Stupid noobs. It's called friendship lmfao. Brotherly love? ever heard of thaat? :) didn't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-4820257851271789882?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/4820257851271789882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-im-with-you-ill-make-every-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4820257851271789882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/4820257851271789882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-im-with-you-ill-make-every-second.html' title='When I&apos;m with you, I&apos;ll make every second count.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7336960292639613107</id><published>2010-01-11T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:48:56.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be one hella month.</title><content type='html'>I'm so effin tired. But I'll update my blog just cos I have a negative post on my last one. aha. So, another weekend passes by, it was quite a live one. I spent it with Chris Jaebok &amp;amp; Jaepil on Friday and Monika on Saturday. that's 3 movies within 24 hour periods of time. lol. We watched Daybreakers with the guys; and I was so dizzy :/ Thanks for the care guys &lt;3. And on Saturday we snuck into Leap year after Alvin and the chipmunks. Both of which were really good. Daybreakers was rated 18+. IT wasn't even scary, It was pretty short and not really good. And sunday was spent just loafting and sleeping til the evenings &amp;amp; cramming in homework like I usually do. I slept at 4 am, even though I tried sleeping at 2 am. What a fail. I couldn't even concentrate today. Stupid exams coming up. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7336960292639613107?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7336960292639613107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-gonna-be-one-hella-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7336960292639613107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7336960292639613107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-gonna-be-one-hella-month.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be one hella month.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-573201764488569626</id><published>2010-01-07T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:15:58.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo phase.</title><content type='html'>It was about the same times last year, when I wastol I 'changed' over the break and became sort of emo? That's not entirely true, but I do get pissed often now hahah. Cos I'm always so tired and cranky. Especially with all these extra ned to study periods, since exams are coming up! But besides, that there's a few bullshieters that still continue, even after the new year. Yeah, you probably read this ~ stalkaa! You're friend's with almost all my friends, ~ both of you actually. But those fcked eyes of yours don't need to be on us 24/7 , with those narsty dirty looks as well. I never eve liked you guys from the beginning, but I had some respect. And one of you is a noob here, that just hates me for no reason right? aha, funny ; you only hate me cos you're so called nice sharing buddy did. Oh, btw, I heard about what happend, with the whole fight. I'm not even surprised, both of you had it coming. I'm glad you saw the real side of her though. It was about time that bitch's true colours showed. Idc. It was karma. (Y).&lt;br /&gt;So, haay! tomorrow's friiiday! This back to school week went by  really fast, my eye bags grew a ton of inches.  I'm kida really bummed this semester's gona be ending in less than a month, it was actually fun. Fuck, I was looking so much forwad to 2nd semester, now one things ruins it alll. I was so upset and pissed when I found out.  Now, there's no point in rushng through 1st semester. No point at all. I'm hoping to get some courses and maybe my lunch switched next semester (yn) wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wanna give a shout out to Wallise ~ buddy, you've helped me through so much. I'm so thankful and appreciative of you. You're almost like a perfect brother. You always help me no matter the situation, or timing or when you're alseep. You always pull through for me, and I know, forsure I owe you a lot. I just wanted you to know how thankful I was of you! And for all the help in science too ~ hopefully, I can pass this course! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of the day, was ; well, not actual highlight but anther thing I did was listen to K-pop :o. It's actually goood! Aha, now that song's stuck  in my head, andI love it even though we don' understand most lyrics LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;Well ~ goodnight, I need my rest, so I don't fall asleep in science class again :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-573201764488569626?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/573201764488569626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/emo-phase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/573201764488569626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/573201764488569626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/emo-phase.html' title='Emo phase.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-1460404090780786018</id><published>2010-01-04T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:23:44.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fck science.</title><content type='html'>I can be such a bitch. LMAO. I'm so cranky and moody when I don't get enough sleep or when I'm just tired. hahah. So, I finally finished my science homework! Thanks to Wallise :D. It was so god damn hard. Either that, or I probably got stupider over the break :(. It took me about an hour to answer a few science queestions... Wow. FAIL. I'll be failing my science course this semester:(.I should be getting more sleep, or else, I'll be such a bitch when I wake up tomorrow. :/ Just four more days! T__T. Stupid Monday's are so far from Fridays:(. My bags are getting so fckn huge, it's rediculous. And I'm never participating in class anymore: /. Too tired for concentration. So; thaaanks again wallise! :) You know I appreciated it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-1460404090780786018?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/1460404090780786018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/fck-science.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1460404090780786018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/1460404090780786018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/fck-science.html' title='fck science.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6878025174471271566</id><published>2010-01-03T20:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:07:11.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School tomorrow :(</title><content type='html'>Yes, that nightmare has approached uus at a very fast rate, again. Seemed like we were just celebrating the last day of school yesterday, no? Well it did to me. This holiday was pretty awesome, compared to my previous ones. I spent my first week chillang with Monika. Straight up fun, yeah? :) . Aha, yeah it was, sleepovers, malls, movies, etc. It's like we'd just automatically call each other every morning once either of us are awake, and make plans for the day, hoping to not waste anymore time. Lala, I've missed hanging out with that girl, especially since she doesn't go to Glenforest. Plus, she always brings the fun with her..;) LMAO. K, so y'all know Jaebok &amp;amp; Jaepil; Monika and Chris introduced us:). We were suppose to go to Mandarin, but that was a fail, cause of some difficulties... So the last week of holidays, was kinda wasted. hahah. We started developing a bad habit of sleeping at 6 or 7:30 AM, and waking up at dark hours in the evenings. It wasn't cause we weren't tired, cause we all know we all were, and we needed our rest. But those dragging big trio msn convos, kept us up. Not to mention, those stories..? :/ Basically, our day schedules were: Sleep at 6 am, wake up at 4 or 5 pm, computer, eat, tv, computer, eat, brush, computer, than sleep. LMAO. What a great holiday...:) We also spent our last week, with mommy a few times; mostly going to the malls though haha. ;D. I wish holidays are longer though :(. It's hard to get so much quality time with the people you truly wanna spend it with on weekends only. :/. I cannot forget the new years dinner as well, it was alright, I think many of us expected better though. The turn out was alright, pretty good. Well.. whadda we gonna do about floppers?:/ there's always some. (N). It's pretty obvious, I spent like almost my holidays with Monika, &amp;amp; somewhat Jaebok &amp;amp; Jaepil. whaatever, it was fun :), even though there are times i wished some other people would wanna chill as well, but never bothered. Good bye holidays O9-1O. hello, hell...? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-6878025174471271566?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/6878025174471271566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6878025174471271566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6878025174471271566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-tomorrow.html' title='School tomorrow :('/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6623821556542240318</id><published>2010-01-03T01:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:56:31.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry's getting a little old.</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of people's bullshit. Like I'm not directing this to anyone, because there's more than one. I'm just pissed. So I'll rant about it. Just don't ask. I just don't really give a shiet anymore. I've already let so many passed in O9. 2KX is gonna be different. &amp;amp; Please, don't assume this is for you, cause it could be anyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-6623821556542240318?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/6623821556542240318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorrys-getting-little-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6623821556542240318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6623821556542240318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorrys-getting-little-old.html' title='Sorry&apos;s getting a little old.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-5170435679607789838</id><published>2010-01-01T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:43:30.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I did in December :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;December , 2009. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:Senior Boys Basketball Game after school.&lt;br /&gt;02:&lt;br /&gt;03:&lt;br /&gt;04:skating?&lt;br /&gt;05:&lt;s&gt;Mall with Monika, Jaebok &amp;amp; Jaepil&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06:&lt;br /&gt;07:&lt;br /&gt;08:&lt;br /&gt;09:Girl's Volleyball Game.&lt;br /&gt;10:Boy's Basketball Game.&lt;br /&gt;11:Skating.&lt;br /&gt;12:Mall with Monika, Shirley, Jaebok, &amp;amp; Jaepil. Meet up with Chris?&lt;br /&gt;13:Happy Birthday Nelson C.  :)&lt;br /&gt;14:Science Unit Test.&lt;br /&gt;15:Happy Birthday Brandon B. :)&lt;br /&gt;16:&lt;br /&gt;17:Chillage w. Pavneet &amp;amp; Shaginy ♥.&lt;br /&gt;18:&lt;s&gt;Meet up w. Jessi&lt;/s&gt;, Mall+ Movies later on ♥ &lt;br /&gt;19:Sleepover @ Monika's&lt;br /&gt;20:Happy Birthday Weljaa ♥./ Movies w. Monika Jaepil Jaebok &amp;amp; Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;21:Sherway w. Monika./allnighter?&lt;br /&gt;22:Chill@ Monikas&lt;br /&gt;23:Sherway &amp;amp; Walmart w. Monika.&lt;br /&gt;24:Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;25:Happy birthday dad (^). &amp;amp; Christmas!/Dinnar @cousins&lt;br /&gt;26:Boxing day./Mall w. &lt;s&gt;Monika&lt;/s&gt;, Jaebok, Jaepil, Ahmad, Chris &amp;amp; Kevin./ Happy Birthday Paul T. :) &lt;br /&gt;27:&lt;s&gt;Pacific Mall?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28:&lt;s&gt;Pmall &amp;amp; Mandarin ♥.&lt;/s&gt; TEC w. mommy ♥.&lt;br /&gt;29:Happy Birthday Marvin &amp;amp; Praiser.  :)&lt;br /&gt;30:Chillage with Iman Johnson &amp;amp; Divna ~ meet up w. Omar &amp;amp; Raymond.&lt;br /&gt;31:New years eve &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-5170435679607789838?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/5170435679607789838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-what-i-did-in-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5170435679607789838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/5170435679607789838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-what-i-did-in-december.html' title='This is what I did in December :)'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-6993440447946703584</id><published>2010-01-01T23:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:44:40.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaay 2010!</title><content type='html'>HAAY 2010! First post of the decade :). So let's begin with... New years was alright. It was somewhat fun. I was suppose to have a sleepover with Monika but she was with family, so instead, we stayed up with Jaebok &amp;amp; Jaepil :). Jaebok left early ofcourse at 3:45 am, SOFT BABO. harhar. Jaepil stayed with us til like 4:40am? dunnkno. But Shirley and I were suppose to sleep at 6 am, but that failed cause, I was told a very scary story. :( Like wthh, yenno im soft. :/ So I finally fell asleep at 7:30 am. Both Shirley &amp;amp; I woke up at 4pm aha. We woke up, and got ready for the New Years dinner! I only ate a slice of cake and had one drink. Then I showered, makeup, got dressed, all that, in an hour. It was already 6:15 by thenn! So we ended up leaving at 6:30pm to pick up Nancy,then at 6:35 went to Monika's. We arrived just in time, I thought we would be late, but other people were later. aha. We had to wait for other people to come for like 40 mnutes? Then we just started ordering without them. But only the people that we knew would show up actually did, so no surprises.:/ I wished more people came, but obviously there's always floppers T__T. So, it was a pretty good dinnar still! (Y). The chicken was amazing. ROFL Divna. ;) My phone got really oily afterwards, because Piligan &amp;amp; Omario kept texting nonsence:/ . We were supose to go see a movie later,but I knew I wasn't allowed:( . We left at 9:45pm, I drove Christine &amp;amp; Nancy home, and Monika bussed with Sara, Katie, Rachel, Rachel and Morgan. It was so fckn cold outside, you could literally tear up. LOL . So It was a good new years :D. Hope next years could be better! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-6993440447946703584?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/6993440447946703584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/haaay-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6993440447946703584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/6993440447946703584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2010/01/haaay-2010.html' title='Haaay 2010!'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-204707032606425321</id><published>2009-12-31T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:07:08.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparisons are easily done, once you've had a taste of perfection.</title><content type='html'>Let me get my last post of O9 done before it actually ends! aha. So this year, had so many firsts! I did make many new friends as well as many new enemies and haters. None that I regret making. Cause everything happens for a reason, no? This year, was honestly the best &amp;amp; the worst. I started to skip classes, and forgetting to do homework and all that. Then the principals started to bullshit us with our dad, like wtfff. But that was grade 8. In grade 9 I'm actually trying. lol Though I could try harder aha. O9 had so many memories in it; it's like the year just began, and now it's finally ending. I've left so many shit past like time did. ~ So many bullshit err. But I'll also never forget the wonderful memories made:D : GRAD!, Wonderland Trip, Skii Trip, Sleepovers, Dance, etcccc &amp;amp; all the new people I've met, and some actually really good friend's I've made. &amp;amp; some just kinda dissappeared out of my life, and some slowly drifting away.:/ Yeah, I thought I should make a new year's resolution list but I'm not even commited to most that crap! Not that it's crap, but I'm pretty impatient and unwilling to do so. LMAO. OH well, thing's will happen when time comes :). I've also gotten many new things this year... Now that I think about it. Gosh, I'm pretty wasteful.. Thanks mommy &lt;3.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Goodbye O9 &amp;amp; hello 1O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-204707032606425321?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/204707032606425321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2009/12/comparisons-are-easily-done-once-youve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/204707032606425321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/204707032606425321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2009/12/comparisons-are-easily-done-once-youve.html' title='Comparisons are easily done, once you&apos;ve had a taste of perfection.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-7162078951528783738</id><published>2009-12-30T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:06:26.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.</title><content type='html'>Lala ~ What a live day today :). I spent it with &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Iman Divna Johnson Omar Raymond&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Shirley&lt;/span&gt;. We woke up late, so we ended up taking the 1:21 pm bus, even though we were suppose to reach at 1:15pm. But s'all good, saw Kordell &amp;amp; them on the bus :). Then met up with Johnson later on. It's the usual mall and apple store picture taking then food court chillages aha. I haven't seen them all in a while :/. So I've kinda missed chilling with them. &amp;amp; many more peoples:(. Whatevers, today made up for that. But friday's gonna be way more live ! aha, yeh? I hope no one flops though. Honestly, I really hate floppers, it just really pisses me off. But sometimes, I guess there are reasonable reasons. But like especially, the last minutes ones. It hurts T_T. Today was gonna be a flop. But I'm glad we stuck to the plan :) Otherwise, I would've slept in til 4pm again and ended up going to sleep at 6 am again. fml.&lt;br /&gt;Change subject! :)&lt;br /&gt;~ I love haters. Alway'sgiving more and fckn false reasons to hate me even more eh? Thankss! I know I'm a bitch, that's cos I choose to be one to people who deserve it, like for fuck sakes, who are you to judge me when you don't know me well? You're so pathetic, with your unethical reasonings as well. I haven't even talked to you in like 5 or 4 years now? And we weren't even close AT ALL before, so now you decide to just randomly shit talk me to your new hs friends? Daamn, you must have a lot of guts! I done care if you hate me. I don't care about being liked or loved especally by fucked up people. I just thought you should know bitch, we all have reasons to hate, but your's seem to be the stupidest, and just piles of crap and nonsence. (Y).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-7162078951528783738?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/7162078951528783738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2009/12/heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7162078951528783738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/7162078951528783738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2009/12/heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.html' title='heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-2524744486137216770</id><published>2009-12-29T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:55:19.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Marvin &amp; Praiser.</title><content type='html'>So today was pretty wasted as well. I slept at around 6 am last night and ended up waking up at near 4 pm. I woke up and went on my computer on facebook &amp;amp; msn eetc. Like I'd usually do. Later mymom came home, so we left cos it was my cousin's birthday. They were having a dinner and kinda a small party. So we went there for a few hours. It was pretty fun. :) Just got home like half an hour ago. Well, I hope you had a good birthday~ :) Also, happy birthday to Praiser as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-2524744486137216770?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/2524744486137216770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-marvin-praiser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2524744486137216770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/2524744486137216770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-marvin-praiser.html' title='Happy Birthday Marvin &amp; Praiser.'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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-7234739222244968701.post-8660388180576782564</id><published>2009-12-28T22:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:25:58.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive &amp; Forget?</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day. Somehow I'm pretty glad things turned out the way they did. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten some mommy time or any of the things she got me today. Cause we all know that bearly happens. I was kinda like okay whatever at first, but honestly, I was really looking forward to it and was so excited as well! I guess there's always next time. Hopefully, we can all pull our acts together by then. I didn't need all that. That was pretty wasteful, like you guys are fun &amp;amp; all but wow, a bit harsh much? It wasn't even involving us in the problem. So, I hope you guys can talk once you're ready to and calmed down. I'm glad we all got our things done today, and had fun as well like you guys were making it sound. This is prety lame, I'm not mad, but kinda more so of dissappointed. Whatever ~ forgive &amp;amp; forget, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7234739222244968701-8660388180576782564?l=iveeytran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/feeds/8660388180576782564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgive-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8660388180576782564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7234739222244968701/posts/default/8660388180576782564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iveeytran.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgive-forget.html' title='Forgive &amp; Forget?'/><author><name>ivy tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732394469255021001</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>
