<?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-2040207145187111068</id><updated>2012-02-11T14:18:15.799-05:00</updated><category term='emo'/><category term='fuck cutesygirl'/><category term='don&apos;t buy from them'/><category term='cut me with a knife'/><title type='text'>glitteryeyesxx</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3773037032292520979</id><published>2011-12-29T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:13:06.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Call 9-11, Somebody's in a Food coma</title><content type='html'>This winter break has not been as relaxing as I'd imagine. I'm in the process of getting a new car and the whole entire ordeal is so much work! So what can possibly calm me down when I'm stressed? FOOD! I was craving A&amp;amp;J's like crazy. They serve the most authentic &lt;i&gt;Schezuan &lt;/i&gt;style food in the DMV area. So I bundled up, headed to my bank to sign some paperwork. Then I rushed to A&amp;amp;J's for some delicious food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vc82i8u0Chc/TvyoZDrqr3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/PGK1X6hGVaM/s320/aj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RroVqIE9Swk/TvyrMBBKNWI/AAAAAAAABSE/_taPghdhzfw/s320/aq.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The mug I rocked. I look so tired, and that's because I am. I had to work yesterday since 90% of my department took off this week. So it was just me and the microscope all day long yesterday. It can be be so energy-draining when it's just you working by yourself on Chromosome Analysis cases for 8 hours straight all day, everyday!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dabbed a little of MAC's "Cyber" lipstick on top of my lips just so I could get &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;berry-quenched&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lips. I don't normally do dark lips because I don't like my lips so much. But today was pretty much whatever goes, since I didn't feel so swell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-HKQTHY85I/TvypMcN36RI/AAAAAAAABRI/72VexEKp_3M/s320/ak.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After hitting up Chinatown in Philadelphia a couple days ago, I'm hooked on chrysanthemum tea!! I normally steer clear of tea because I don't like it to stain my teeth. But it's so warm and soothing to drink in the harsh, cold winter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfRIRJc8ZJk/TvysS2c7XuI/AAAAAAAABSc/YavOMEzGmHw/s320/am.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always order this Spicy Garlic Cucumber side dish when I go here. It's delicious! I love cucumbers and pickled vegetables in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FgxCeY35TPQ/TvyqDTdTItI/AAAAAAAABRg/N9MP6SFfO5I/s320/an.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course! Gotta have wontons when you go to a Chinese restaurant. But this just ain't any ordinary wonton soup. It's a spicy (you notice a pattern by now? I love ANYTHING spicy!!) Schezuan-style wonton soup. No noodles, since I hate noodles with my wontons. But absolutely mind-fuckingly awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK_YxSTeTSA/TvyqtxnqDKI/AAAAAAAABRs/rsRSjwnjG10/s320/ao.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what basically put me in a food coma. Straight up peanut oil sauce!! I shudder to think of how many calories makes up this dish. But this is my FAVORITEST dish by far at A&amp;amp;J's!!! It's the spicy (!) peanut sauce noodle dish. *licks lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4Nmh6HyQhI/Tvyryq7frjI/AAAAAAAABSQ/CjK504PRZeg/s320/ar.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, today's been so chill for me. Definitely no complaints here. Hope everyone is eating good, as well! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3773037032292520979?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3773037032292520979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/call-9-11-somebodys-in-food-coma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3773037032292520979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3773037032292520979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/call-9-11-somebodys-in-food-coma.html' title='Call 9-11, Somebody&apos;s in a Food coma'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vc82i8u0Chc/TvyoZDrqr3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/PGK1X6hGVaM/s72-c/aj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8636376522655205339</id><published>2011-12-27T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:02:56.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Philly cheesesteak war</title><content type='html'>PHILLY, show me love! That, you did! Went to the City of Brotherly Love yesterday and it did not disappoint. Ate so much, I gotta hit up the gym HARD tonight. *rubs belly* Soooo...while in Rome, do as the Romans do. And we did. As you all know, there's been an AGE-OLD rivalry between the famous Philly cheese-steak eateries of Pat's vs. Geno's. Since they were literally &lt;i&gt;right across&lt;/i&gt; from one another, we decided to do our very own "taste" test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjJyXYFzfc0/Tvnk7L3dI-I/AAAAAAAABPE/GqGAzE7DeSw/s1600/cs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjJyXYFzfc0/Tvnk7L3dI-I/AAAAAAAABPE/GqGAzE7DeSw/s400/cs.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;i&gt;cold as shit&lt;/i&gt;, so eating the cheesesteak sandwiches proved to be quite a challenge. Hahaha, look at the lady in the back with her face covered in her scarf. Damn, that just shows how &lt;b&gt;FREEZING &lt;/b&gt;it was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was at &lt;a href="http://www.patskingofsteaks.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pat's&lt;/a&gt;. The line here wasn't quite as long as over at Geno's, but we figured...fair is fair. We had to test it out at Pat's first without making any pre-determined judgments (even though there looked like to be quite a party across the street at Geno's!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAukvjxggmk/TvnlmB8XLyI/AAAAAAAABPQ/aT5SoJSuWRY/s1600/as.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAukvjxggmk/TvnlmB8XLyI/AAAAAAAABPQ/aT5SoJSuWRY/s400/as.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The line was still long enough at Pat's. Can't say they're hurtin' when it comes to business. There was a sign to help out any noobs who happened to be in the neighborhood (umm...us?) Of course, I just listened to the &lt;i&gt;locals &lt;/i&gt;order ahead in line of me. I figured who would know what to order there better than the locals, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z93aY3H6l3M/Tvnlwt8PwTI/AAAAAAAABPc/Zsendg2BIdU/s1600/as1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z93aY3H6l3M/Tvnlwt8PwTI/AAAAAAAABPc/Zsendg2BIdU/s400/as1a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ordering actually was a fast process. They had a little assembly line of workers inside make it as the orders were being placed. So I got my cheesesteak within 3 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7TAs4yJSOg/TvnmQ4iltcI/AAAAAAAABPo/hZ-O0GhkrWs/s1600/as1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7TAs4yJSOg/TvnmQ4iltcI/AAAAAAAABPo/hZ-O0GhkrWs/s400/as1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lo and behold! Ooooie, gooey, cheesy goodness! This shit looked so fucking good, I almost tripped over myself walking to get a table to sit down and eat. Upon first bite...um...it was a bit &lt;b&gt;anti-climatic&lt;/b&gt;. Looks can definitely be deceiving. This looked better than it ACTUALLY tasted. *sad face* The bread was too doughy, the meat was &lt;i&gt;hanging &lt;/i&gt;every-which-way, and the cheese really overpowered the meat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just gorged ourselves with the sandwich as much (and as best we can, it proved to be a messy venture). I ended up throwing half of my sandwich away. I couldn't subject myself to anymore of this shit, when Geno's was across the street---beckoning me to join him in Cheesesteak Heaven (dude died this year, R.I.P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4Olp06uCl4/TvnnTdM06NI/AAAAAAAABQM/-2GEPdvANNY/s1600/bs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4Olp06uCl4/TvnnTdM06NI/AAAAAAAABQM/-2GEPdvANNY/s400/bs.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn, you can't see it, but these neon lights were flashin' like a strobe party. It really reminded me of something you'd see in Vegas. If Pat's looked like the uncle you have who always wore too-short jeans with a dirty-stained t-shirt, then Geno's must be the uncle who tried to be cool by wearing Adidas trackpants with a fake gold chain around his neck. There really is &lt;i&gt;no &lt;/i&gt;comparison in terms of taste. I don't know why "foodie" tv shows try to put these two side-by-side in comparison. It's like comparing apples and oranges? &lt;a href="http://www.genosteaks.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Geno's&lt;/a&gt; wins hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZKbECGuyDQ/TvnoCVxjG5I/AAAAAAAABQY/JtnHUm82n44/s1600/bs1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZKbECGuyDQ/TvnoCVxjG5I/AAAAAAAABQY/JtnHUm82n44/s400/bs1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't look like Geno's had the better tasting cheesesteak just based on looks alone, would it? It looks kinda wimpy and dried out. But I actually like my bread a bit "tougher" and chewier to eat. The meat here is much better, as well. I bought 6 sandwiches at Geno's for $60! Overall, we spent $100 for cheesesteaks between both places last night. Hahaha, now can you see what I mean when I say we really need to hit the gym? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only tiff with Geno's is that the workers there are outrightedly racist. It's fucking 2011 and for me to have to see this shit hanging in the window as I'm placing an order really didn't make me think highly of its owner (dead or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHdE6kiYzA8/TvnpZA8X0yI/AAAAAAAABQk/DNGnx6SNQ4A/s1600/bs3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHdE6kiYzA8/TvnpZA8X0yI/AAAAAAAABQk/DNGnx6SNQ4A/s400/bs3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner, Joey Vento, may be dead, but his sign still hangs. The lady at the window didn't even listen to my friend as she was placing her order for a cheesesteak WITH onions. As a matter of fact, once my friend (whose half-white/half-Korean) stepped up to the window...the lady had the nerve to PULL the sliding window closed so that only 2 inches remained for my friend to YELL her order inside the window. How fucking rude is that??? And then while we were waiting for our orders, this Korean lady walked up to the lady at the register (same one) to ask if she could please cut her cheesesteak sandwich into "fours" so that her little children may be able to eat it easier, and the lady was like, "Huh!!!!! WHAT'D YOU SAY??!!!" Welllll, you dumb bitch! Maybe if you didn't slide the window close every time a non-white customer tried to talk to you, you could hear better!! Seriously, I have &lt;b&gt;no tolerance&lt;/b&gt; for racism so I was getting riled up. I can't even believe this sometimes when I see signs like that. I'm conflicted. While I love the cheesesteak here, not sure if I'd want to support an establishment that is so ignorant so as to put themselves out like that. ::&amp;nbsp; Anyway, end rant for the day&amp;nbsp; ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just be forewarned that if you are coming to this part of Philly...PARKING WILL BE A BITCH. Actually, scratch that. Parking ANYWHERE in Philly is a bitch. We were lucky enough to find great parking right in front of Pat's. But as we were parking Sarah's car, we noticed this sign right alongside the curb. At first, we thought it was real. So we were prepared to back out and go find parking somewhere else. Then we laughed out loud because it was obvi just a funny sign! But thought it was real cute :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bb7gPC7xXY/Tvnqs4Q5KqI/AAAAAAAABQw/HJWRcE7I5w4/s1600/as2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bb7gPC7xXY/Tvnqs4Q5KqI/AAAAAAAABQw/HJWRcE7I5w4/s400/as2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-8636376522655205339?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8636376522655205339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/philly-cheesesteak-war.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8636376522655205339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8636376522655205339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/philly-cheesesteak-war.html' title='The Philly cheesesteak war'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjJyXYFzfc0/Tvnk7L3dI-I/AAAAAAAABPE/GqGAzE7DeSw/s72-c/cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-2471041052477264608</id><published>2011-12-21T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:17:22.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long hurr don't care...but actually, I kinda do</title><content type='html'>Anyway, I'm feelin' muuuch better now. Lol, I guess my past entry had just been "one of 'em days". I'm sure you girls know what I'm talkin' about. Wow, I can get so moody sometimes. But everything's cool beans now :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to talk about one of the &lt;a href="http://www.misikko.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Best Hair Straighteners&lt;/a&gt; that I was able to test out from &lt;a href="http://www.misikko.com/?gclid=CJiHtpCllK0CFYJdtgodQWJZKA" target="_blank"&gt;Missiko&lt;/a&gt; (just look at their name popped up on Google Search engine. The company has 297 reviews and a rating of 4.5 stars out of 5 stars. It's a legit company!). It is the &lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1324507314668148" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hanasalon.com/" target="_blank"&gt;HANA &lt;/a&gt;Pro 1" Flat Iron.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I gotta be frank here. I was a &lt;i&gt;little &lt;/i&gt;hesitant at first to do any review because I didn't want to be sent a product and have to be disappointed and then have to do a review or send it back (waste of my time and theirs). And you guys know I ONLY state my honest opinion. Remember that &lt;a href="http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-cutesygirl-rant.html" target="_blank"&gt;rant &lt;/a&gt;I had about Cutesy Girl a year or two ago. Hahahaha, those bitches went out of business. I called it with their crappy, bullshit customer service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to point. Luckily, I'm IN LOVE with this straightener. I used the straightener to "curl" my hair, and it's been super quick and easy for me in the mornings now. I literally save 20 minutes in doing my hair, which equals more Zzz's. I figured since it was a &lt;a href="http://www.misikko.com/fachiceflir.html" target="_blank"&gt;CHI Flat Iron&lt;/a&gt;, this would be like the "Michael Jordan" of flattening irons and I was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the package that my iron was sent in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIdJuZwDRDU/TvJiygCOBII/AAAAAAAABOg/NXfKexAtJDM/s1600/223150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIdJuZwDRDU/TvJiygCOBII/AAAAAAAABOg/NXfKexAtJDM/s400/223150.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute and neatly packaged, right? First impressions are everything, as we know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So nice of them to throw in some extra goodies. Everything is extremely practical and is what I use. It's like they read my mind, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MEBxZb_cc3w/TvJmxdkeM2I/AAAAAAAABO4/s9LSXuOsGyM/s1600/223151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MEBxZb_cc3w/TvJmxdkeM2I/AAAAAAAABO4/s9LSXuOsGyM/s400/223151.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;HANA Shine Shield&lt;/b&gt; is simply amazing! I looooove to put this on my hair before I curl it with the flattening iron. It smells so amazing. I actually am going to order a bigger version of this. It does not leave the hair greasy, whatsoever (which is my biggest peeve when it comes to heat-protecting sprays/serums). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRO'S:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1fHd9eN2go/TvJkdjznpZI/AAAAAAAABOw/l7nomze64KU/s1600/223152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1fHd9eN2go/TvJkdjznpZI/AAAAAAAABOw/l7nomze64KU/s400/223152.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; The iron itself is quite &lt;i&gt;petite &lt;/i&gt;in size, so it doesn't give you any hand "muscle spasms" when you use it for longer than a few minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Has &lt;i&gt;adjustable &lt;/i&gt;heat settings, particularly useful when you're trying to determine how big or small you'd like your curls to be if you're going to try curling your hair with the flattening iron like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Comes in its very own &lt;i&gt;storage &lt;/i&gt;pouch so you don't have to worry about it collecting dust or getting dirty, should you not use it on a daily basis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CON'S:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; It had a funny smell upon the first time of using it as the flattening iron was warming up, but it dissipated once I used it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; The swivel cord can be annoying at times. But that's most likely since I'm twisting and turning the iron to curl my hair. To straighten hair, it shouldn't be a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I seriously would recommend this straightening iron to you guys! It's a high-quality product that leaves your hair morning routine short, simple, and hot enough for your hairstyle to last throughout the day. We don't want any flat, dull looking hair now, do we ladies? ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FTC Disclaimer: I was sent this product to review from Missiko. However, all opinions stated are solely that of my own and I was not compensated monetarily in any way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-2471041052477264608?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/2471041052477264608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-hurr-dont-carebut-actually-i-kinda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2471041052477264608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2471041052477264608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-hurr-dont-carebut-actually-i-kinda.html' title='Long hurr don&apos;t care...but actually, I kinda do'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIdJuZwDRDU/TvJiygCOBII/AAAAAAAABOg/NXfKexAtJDM/s72-c/223150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3841124175027095008</id><published>2011-12-17T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:17:55.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was going through some old photos today...and it made me sad. I can't believe I used to starve myself because I thought I was too fat. Guess I'm in a reflective mood today...how much emphasis does society place on the exterior? Too much. They did a study a few years back measuring the level of happiness and security that women felt with themselves and it was found that Asian countries and the U.S. scored the lowest. Meanwhile, South American and African nations scored much, much higher. You can't tell but I'm miserable in all of these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qimmzkFF2AE/Tu1LQiBOiAI/AAAAAAAABN4/WgFWqFycGJ0/s1600/cc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qimmzkFF2AE/Tu1LQiBOiAI/AAAAAAAABN4/WgFWqFycGJ0/s320/cc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLTyAcG5xtc/Tu1LRshsVsI/AAAAAAAABOA/m2pRFdsLz5w/s1600/dd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLTyAcG5xtc/Tu1LRshsVsI/AAAAAAAABOA/m2pRFdsLz5w/s400/dd.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BiOcutEBz50/Tu1LSJLvd-I/AAAAAAAABOI/HlcvvSNP99Q/s1600/ee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BiOcutEBz50/Tu1LSJLvd-I/AAAAAAAABOI/HlcvvSNP99Q/s400/ee.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4EPlvZ3N20/Tu1LTVWvsRI/AAAAAAAABOQ/x0w2CysvRBU/s1600/gg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4EPlvZ3N20/Tu1LTVWvsRI/AAAAAAAABOQ/x0w2CysvRBU/s320/gg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dqcnlB3h8M/Tu1LVNNXCgI/AAAAAAAABOY/lpeCsenf9qs/s1600/ii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dqcnlB3h8M/Tu1LVNNXCgI/AAAAAAAABOY/lpeCsenf9qs/s320/ii.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely ate, kept a Caloric Intake log book, and just had such negative thoughts toward food. I wish I can say that I've come a long ways since day. Some days are better than others. I struggle. But I hope and pray to God that I'm not the only one who has a monster that I'm always battling. God, what a trip down Memory Lane....Winter always puts me in such a funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Just read a couple entries back on my posts, I still do agree with my belief that life is too short and you just have to be grateful for everything you've got. I hope no one thinks I'm bitchin' about my life, I was just merely putting out into words the thoughts that were swirling in my mind in the last hour as I was going through my old photo album. I know I'm SUPER LUCKY to have my health. My body is intact, I do not have cancer, I am not missing any limbs, and I realize that others may not be so fortunate. I know all this. I'm more blessed than I feel I deserve sometimes. So by no means am I saying that my life sucks. Life is still far too short, in my opinion. Live it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3841124175027095008?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3841124175027095008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/was-going-through-some-old-photos-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3841124175027095008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3841124175027095008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/was-going-through-some-old-photos-today.html' title=''/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qimmzkFF2AE/Tu1LQiBOiAI/AAAAAAAABN4/WgFWqFycGJ0/s72-c/cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3063618140334032762</id><published>2011-12-17T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T20:46:39.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goddamn, she's &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;breathtaking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Is it wrong that I have &lt;i&gt;more &lt;/i&gt;girl crushes than guy crushes? It's always been that way, m'mm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZmthaoz5zY/Tu1FOvDSdWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/16dXzh552pE/s1600/bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZmthaoz5zY/Tu1FOvDSdWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/16dXzh552pE/s400/bb.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dy32qzqqmTg/Tu1FPPPFYMI/AAAAAAAABMY/y7aEDRXi2j8/s1600/bc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dy32qzqqmTg/Tu1FPPPFYMI/AAAAAAAABMY/y7aEDRXi2j8/s400/bc.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIScH5P7_ws/Tu1FPujHHuI/AAAAAAAABMg/IYES-JcEPPw/s1600/bd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIScH5P7_ws/Tu1FPujHHuI/AAAAAAAABMg/IYES-JcEPPw/s400/bd.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Onv5h6HKXdM/Tu1FQG4-l2I/AAAAAAAABMo/7HZNWCxys64/s1600/be.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Onv5h6HKXdM/Tu1FQG4-l2I/AAAAAAAABMo/7HZNWCxys64/s400/be.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJBmv5zKhlU/Tu1FRyc1JnI/AAAAAAAABMw/JI9UGSmM_Vw/s1600/bf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJBmv5zKhlU/Tu1FRyc1JnI/AAAAAAAABMw/JI9UGSmM_Vw/s400/bf.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7G1wv3ASbI/Tu1FSeKTBNI/AAAAAAAABM4/rFVt-74lLWo/s1600/bg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7G1wv3ASbI/Tu1FSeKTBNI/AAAAAAAABM4/rFVt-74lLWo/s400/bg.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PB5tgMAGFt8/Tu1FSu8D_WI/AAAAAAAABNA/FhwjIgNUDe4/s1600/bh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PB5tgMAGFt8/Tu1FSu8D_WI/AAAAAAAABNA/FhwjIgNUDe4/s320/bh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if pretty girls like Ashley Sky have a single care in the world. But then I think to myself, we all got problems...some just don't show it as well as others. Can't hate on her, she's fuckin' gorgeous!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3063618140334032762?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3063618140334032762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/goddamn-shes-breathtaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3063618140334032762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3063618140334032762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/goddamn-shes-breathtaking.html' title=''/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZmthaoz5zY/Tu1FOvDSdWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/16dXzh552pE/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8716485032190941815</id><published>2011-12-10T18:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:34:33.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Super &lt;b&gt;dark &lt;/b&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;blurry &lt;/i&gt;iPhone pic that my buddy secretly snapped out me, I had no idea. Otherwise, I woulda been more lady-like in my eating,lol. I swear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, not sure if you can tell...but my eyelashes are super long in this picture. I just want to thank &lt;a href="http://xgianger.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Giang &lt;/a&gt;for introducing me to&amp;nbsp; MaximumLash. This serum is a miracle in a tube, I swear to God! I had been using Latisse in the prior months but it just gave me negative side effects, not worth the troubles. I hope to do a review on MaximumLash soon, so look out for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjpI5MClbiY/TuP1GksVXcI/AAAAAAAABL4/_fvJgjUyrdo/s1600/ac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjpI5MClbiY/TuP1GksVXcI/AAAAAAAABL4/_fvJgjUyrdo/s400/ac.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha, your girl was &lt;b&gt;#punishing &lt;/b&gt;it at the Korean buffet today!Ya diggin' my Christmas holiday sweater? Hell yeah, I love this season because I get to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;use and abuse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my endless supply of ugly sweaters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I ended up studying (on and off...mostly "off" time) at the library for about 4 hours. I was getting so restless. I just can't sit still! I haven't studied in the longest time and so it felt kinda new to me today. I was doodling to try and focus my energy back to the task at hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pedh8G2CoxA/TuP132rSDSI/AAAAAAAABMA/eMJbLlrfJFM/s1600/ae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pedh8G2CoxA/TuP132rSDSI/AAAAAAAABMA/eMJbLlrfJFM/s400/ae.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That helped for, like, 3 minutes and I was back in&lt;i&gt; la-la-land&lt;/i&gt;. So I just left the library to get my grub on. That worked wonders! Oh, by the way...back to my drawing of the skateboarding guy (it kinda cut off toward the bottom of the paper, aren't I the best picture-taker ever? Lol). I was thinking of my ex today and he was literally, like, one of the FIRST guys I ever fell madly, head-over-heels for. I just randomly decided to Google him and guess what? Homeboy has been in &lt;a href="http://www.thrashermagazine.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thrasher &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;magazine countless time. How fuckin' sick is that? Found out he's skateboarding for &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://birdhouseskateboards.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Birdhouse &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;on tour, as well. Damn. I knew him back &lt;i&gt;waay&lt;/i&gt; when...and now Tony Hawk is his boss (btw, I don't like Tony Hawk...hate him) I still have my skateboard from when I was in high school. I can't believe what a tomboy I used to be, I kinda miss those days of messing around on the board. My mom would be so pissed because I'd come back with scrapes and bruises everywhere. She really wished for a proper "lady-like" daughter, sorry moms! *&lt;i&gt;sheepish grin&lt;/i&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe how far along I've come since my childhood. I used to be the most emo, whiny little brat ever. Ugh. I kinda want to make a time machine to go back in time and punch myself in the face to &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;snap out of the funk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Life is faaaar too short! Don't let shit bother you! &lt;i&gt;Breathe &lt;/i&gt;in, &lt;i&gt;exhale out &lt;/i&gt;all the doubts and insecurities you may have about yourself or your future. Just know that everything has a funny way of working itself out. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things happen the way they are supposed to.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No amount of worrying or bitchin' will change that. So might as well live it up! Enjoy life for what it's worth. And that, my friends, is my PSA for the day. (*_*) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-8716485032190941815?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8716485032190941815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/blurry-iphone-pic-that-my-buddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8716485032190941815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8716485032190941815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/blurry-iphone-pic-that-my-buddy.html' title=''/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjpI5MClbiY/TuP1GksVXcI/AAAAAAAABL4/_fvJgjUyrdo/s72-c/ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-2535379943592862553</id><published>2011-12-09T19:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:59:23.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm soooooo fuckin' beat right now. I've been running on 3 to 4 hours of sleep every night. Work this week has been kinda stressful. I have a Hematologics test coming up next Tuesday, and I"m a bit worked up over it because I'm having difficulty remembering all of the details involved. Plus, I got sick from some Peruvian girl. And the sad part is that I wash my hands every other hour! I eat healthy (for the most part, ha!) and I work out at the gym 3-5 times a week. Wtf? What about all of the years that I just ate junk food and didn't even lift a single finger (#coachpotato #dontjudge)? I never got sick a single day! Not a single day! Talk about the irony of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, tomorrow--I definitely plan to hit up the library and just study my ass off. Wish me luck. But I decided to just take it easy tonight, since I have a cold and all. Right after work, I jetted off home and now I'm at my brother's new place he just moved into. Our cable is cut at my house (I didn't need any more distractions or reasons NOT to study. But nevermind that, I still find ways to be distracted enough not to hit the books). He has more than basic cable so I'm in Heaven right now. That's definitely one of my weaknesses! I &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;to watch television. I know, they say that watching t.v. rots your brain...but I'm addicted for sure. My guiltiest pleasure is watching &lt;b&gt;Toddlers and Tiara&lt;/b&gt; on TLC. Love those little girls! I know some ppl think it's sick for little girls to be so "grown" and decked out in makeup but I think that every parent is entitled to how they raise their kids. It's a good and bad thing, I suppose. But so long as the parent is &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;pushing their child to participate in an activity in which the kid doesn't want to, then it's fine. Damn stage moms are crayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute! Little 4-year old Hallee won the competition. They look like little, itty bitty Barbie dolls. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-eNeonQmkM/TuKlpOYGgWI/AAAAAAAABJw/JIkcJq-YXkc/s400/ac.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRjb4hPblpw/TuKjgUoA-VI/AAAAAAAABJo/KOBj2GSwS1I/s1600/ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRjb4hPblpw/TuKjgUoA-VI/AAAAAAAABJo/KOBj2GSwS1I/s400/ab.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For sure, I'm gonna have to "fake it 'til I make it" for the next couple of days. Feelin' like crap, so I gotta have &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sunshine and rainbows and unicorns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -kinda thoughts to get me over this hump. For starters,&amp;nbsp; just went to the local Chinese eatery tonight and stuffed my face silly with Thai Basil Fried Rice (but wait! I know what you're thinkin'...ain't this a Chinese joint?!) #brownpaperbag over my face needed right about now....all that damn MSG shit. I'm gonna be a whale tomorrow! Shamu ain't got nothin' on me. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the meantime, I am back on my TLC shit. Next up is &lt;b&gt;Say Yes to the Dress&lt;/b&gt;. Love that show. Can you tell what's on my mind? Babies and wedding dresses, lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sX8w7C9Ah0M/TuKv-lQBzkI/AAAAAAAABLA/1-NRRcPw9VM/s1600/ae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sX8w7C9Ah0M/TuKv-lQBzkI/AAAAAAAABLA/1-NRRcPw9VM/s400/ae.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, interesting case...these two are lesbians (and one of the girls is Asian! I've never met or heard of an Asian lesbian before) but are madly in love. I 100% support gays and lesbians.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONh4ON7PsNs/TuKvt28B6cI/AAAAAAAABK4/uhBH8WT-3eU/s1600/ae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONh4ON7PsNs/TuKvt28B6cI/AAAAAAAABK4/uhBH8WT-3eU/s400/ae.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have a bunch of friends who are and they are just about the damn sweetest and nicest ppl you'll ever meet (and no, they're not flamboyant or any of those other stereotypes associated with this lifestyle. They're just real ppl like you and I). And Randy is hilarious as hell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfyDX-j1tTw/TuKwOTn596I/AAAAAAAABLI/5S323BfaW_M/s1600/ae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfyDX-j1tTw/TuKwOTn596I/AAAAAAAABLI/5S323BfaW_M/s400/ae.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Have a wonderful weekend, all! I would like to leave you with the following that cracked me up so hard, I choked on my spit hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OzSVIisD7F0/TuKt6FyReII/AAAAAAAABKw/A54ZHxkxduw/s1600/ae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OzSVIisD7F0/TuKt6FyReII/AAAAAAAABKw/A54ZHxkxduw/s400/ae.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;[edit] I was supposed to post this yesterday but I fell asleep...damn, I'm gettin' old as hell, ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-2535379943592862553?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/2535379943592862553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-soooooo-fuckin-beat-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2535379943592862553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2535379943592862553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-soooooo-fuckin-beat-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-eNeonQmkM/TuKlpOYGgWI/AAAAAAAABJw/JIkcJq-YXkc/s72-c/ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3623711010949545064</id><published>2011-11-27T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:27:54.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TABAQ</title><content type='html'>Damn, I had a gooooooood time last night! It was beautiful weather, too (hey, I consider a breezy 50's considerably warm weather at this time of the year). I didn't bother wearing a coat (although I kinda regretted it later that night as I was walking around at 3 in the morning, it started getting COLD then. Go figure!) Went to &lt;a href="http://tabaqdc.com/" target="_blank"&gt;TABAQ &lt;/a&gt;in D.C. for the birthday bash. Birthday girl was getting crunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HilFP6lKBU/TtKKbN5xEUI/AAAAAAAABIY/hbEATlWR23s/s1600/ab1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HilFP6lKBU/TtKKbN5xEUI/AAAAAAAABIY/hbEATlWR23s/s640/ab1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bestie and I below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AA889QOr84/TtKK7g4T2HI/AAAAAAAABIo/ghTX-CzV4CE/s1600/ab2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AA889QOr84/TtKK7g4T2HI/AAAAAAAABIo/ghTX-CzV4CE/s640/ab2.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These was taken right before the lounge started to get crowded. It was &lt;i&gt;sooooo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOT &lt;/b&gt;(humid)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;by the end of the night, I was dripping in sweat. It was kinda disgusting. People were grinding and bootypoppin', &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;bumping&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; into each other left and right. I had to elbow my way throughout most of the night. Definitely a buzzkill, since I get a bit &lt;b&gt;claustrophobic&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the birthday girl. She's just the &lt;i&gt;sweetest &lt;/i&gt;girl you'll ever meet! She has great style, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXos6EVKREQ/TtKLYu453RI/AAAAAAAABI4/vBYAgdaLArQ/s1600/ab5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXos6EVKREQ/TtKLYu453RI/AAAAAAAABI4/vBYAgdaLArQ/s1600/ab5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the cakes came out! I didn't get to grab a bite since I'm still on my diet. (I haven't hit the gym for the past 4 days, it's really makin' me grouchy. But then again, holidays are the exception to my obsession. Right? Or am I just tryin' to justify?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efXj4QkTbVE/TtKLy8c4PjI/AAAAAAAABJA/3uZOuvFf0Q4/s1600/ab13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efXj4QkTbVE/TtKLy8c4PjI/AAAAAAAABJA/3uZOuvFf0Q4/s1600/ab13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSte3GyVE5M/TtKL6INQVQI/AAAAAAAABJQ/GFMQmvkXgLk/s1600/ab16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSte3GyVE5M/TtKL6INQVQI/AAAAAAAABJQ/GFMQmvkXgLk/s1600/ab16.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OC1OSV8smWI/TtKMC6Du9DI/AAAAAAAABJY/E3UVN459DEA/s1600/ab17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OC1OSV8smWI/TtKMC6Du9DI/AAAAAAAABJY/E3UVN459DEA/s1600/ab17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just had something funny to share. You ever been somewhere and there's always this one lone creeper who seem to come outta nowhere? Lol, I think I found Borat's cousin. He was hilarious! Nice dude but just full-on creeeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9k8sLcwQog/TtKMoIPS-2I/AAAAAAAABJg/-1yVvETcVsY/s1600/ab4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9k8sLcwQog/TtKMoIPS-2I/AAAAAAAABJg/-1yVvETcVsY/s1600/ab4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night, another one of my friend showed up. But my bestie and this friend are not on good terms right now, so it was kinda awkward. Like, it was obvious this girl was trying SO HARD to talk to us. I personally have nothing against her, but it's still weird since I consider myself incredibly loyal. I'm on bestie's side, regardless. And another one of the girls I was with was a SLOPPY DRUNK! She was spilling her drinks all over my legs and skirt. It annoyed the shit outta me, but what can you do? They had glass candles all over the mini-tables they had placed around the lounge and by the end of the night, you just heard *glassbreak glassbreak glassbreak* Ladies, handle your liquor with glass! It's not pretty sight to see all y'all walkin' around humpin' the wall for support and spilling drinks and knocking glass all over the floor. And not safe either! So we had to get my friend home.She was just a hot mess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and remember how I told you how much I loved the L'Oreal SUBLIME BRONZER I had mentioned in my previous blog entry? I still love it! I just am bummed that it didn't show up on camera. I was tanner than I've been in a long time (w/out the use of a tanning bed), but still wasn't dark enough for it to show on the camera as I'd like. Oh well, I still 100% recommend it to any of you who are interested in a good self-tanner at an affordable price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has an amazing rest of the weekend. I'm kinda ready to get back to work. Lounging around and eating and going out has taken a toll on my body. I'm ready to get back to the gym! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3623711010949545064?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3623711010949545064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/11/tabaq.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3623711010949545064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3623711010949545064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/11/tabaq.html' title='TABAQ'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HilFP6lKBU/TtKKbN5xEUI/AAAAAAAABIY/hbEATlWR23s/s72-c/ab1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8695447066730632412</id><published>2011-11-25T19:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:28:51.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan, tanned, and tanner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9t-wF9uT8I/TtAtbwVcKVI/AAAAAAAABH4/waJWEawOgmg/s1600/ax.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9t-wF9uT8I/TtAtbwVcKVI/AAAAAAAABH4/waJWEawOgmg/s400/ax.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have an event to go to tomorrow for my friend's 24th birthday bash at a lounge in DC. And I don't like my complexion right now. I have no color. It's sickly-looking actually. So, I just wanted to share with you a life-saver I have recently discovered! It's the L'Oreal SUBLIME BRONZE Tinted Self-Tanning Lotion. I got mine on &lt;a href="http://www.walgreens.com/store/c/l%27oreal-body-expertise-sublime-bronze-tinted-self-tanning-lotion/ID=prod6053812-product" target="_blank"&gt;Walgreens &lt;/a&gt;website. But you can find it at your local drugstore? I just couldn't seem to find any self-tanners right now in my area. They don't really stock up on sun or summer-related items, since it's colder weather now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcwZcT4hkyU/TtAtcmIzlKI/AAAAAAAABIA/rjS-scU6DmI/s1600/axb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcwZcT4hkyU/TtAtcmIzlKI/AAAAAAAABIA/rjS-scU6DmI/s320/axb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;PROS: -Cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Gives you color instantly! It develops overnight and when you wake up, you look like you just&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; took a vacation to St. Tropez!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Does not give you the streaky, Tony the Tiger effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONS: *I couldn't find the "DEEP" shade. I got it in "Medium Natural Tan", instead. I typically like to go&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for the darkest shade possible&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *The smell might be off for some ppl. It doesn't smell any more different than other self-tanners, it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; just depends on how sensitive your nose is, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with this lotion now. It's so easy to put on and the smell reminds me of my youth that I spent at the tanning salons (so bad, I know!) The only negative thing I can say about this product is the intense micro-glitters that are in it, but it disappears when I wake up the next day. I normally put this on at night with latex gloves (I don't like getting the orange, tell-tale sign that I have fake n' baked, lol). I put the tanner lotion on first, &lt;b&gt;rub it in real good&lt;/b&gt;, and then I put some Vaseline Moisturizing Lotion right over that. Best results I have ever gotten! Even better than that damn $30 SUN Laboratories Dark SunSation Lotion that all those YouTube beauty gurus were tryna push this past summer. Such a big waste of my $$! This shit STREAKED SO BADLY, I was actually embarrassed when I went out in public because the natural lighting accentuated how &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;bad &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;the self-tanner was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9znzZi66QB4/TtAvXVHf_UI/AAAAAAAABII/hDPbwPJ3uJ8/s1600/axc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9znzZi66QB4/TtAvXVHf_UI/AAAAAAAABII/hDPbwPJ3uJ8/s400/axc.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I have come to the conclusion that just because something costs more doesn't mean that it will perform better than its drugstore counterpart! Don't even bother with the SUN Laboratories products. So just save your money and get the L'Oreal tanning lotion instead. It's less than $11! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everybody has a GREAT weekend, because I know I plan to tomorrow night! If you see a tanned girl in a green miniskirt doing the Dougie, come say "Hi" to me!! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-8695447066730632412?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8695447066730632412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/11/tan-tanned-and-tanner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8695447066730632412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8695447066730632412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/11/tan-tanned-and-tanner.html' title='Tan, tanned, and tanner'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9t-wF9uT8I/TtAtbwVcKVI/AAAAAAAABH4/waJWEawOgmg/s72-c/ax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-276564379916969896</id><published>2011-11-20T20:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:12:18.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lusting</title><content type='html'>Damn, I knew I shouldn't have gone onto NastyGal's site. I really want this dress now! *smacks self in the face* Snap outta it, Sophie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAufsKEZw98/TsmlKX98YoI/AAAAAAAABHY/Bw8LKYckt2s/s1600/nastygal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAufsKEZw98/TsmlKX98YoI/AAAAAAAABHY/Bw8LKYckt2s/s400/nastygal.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ5N-DmCwss/TsmlLMrEWYI/AAAAAAAABHg/qIgnlbW3lEE/s1600/nastygal2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ5N-DmCwss/TsmlLMrEWYI/AAAAAAAABHg/qIgnlbW3lEE/s400/nastygal2.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn_LJ46SENU/TsmlML2UvhI/AAAAAAAABHo/hZgg7GMO1l4/s1600/nastygal3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn_LJ46SENU/TsmlML2UvhI/AAAAAAAABHo/hZgg7GMO1l4/s400/nastygal3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want so bad...but can I justify paying that for a dress I will only wear once? Maybe.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-276564379916969896?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/276564379916969896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/11/lusting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/276564379916969896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/276564379916969896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/11/lusting.html' title='Lusting'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAufsKEZw98/TsmlKX98YoI/AAAAAAAABHY/Bw8LKYckt2s/s72-c/nastygal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-6888947540092834528</id><published>2011-11-20T18:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:02:20.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy so shiny...</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad that I only have to work 2 days this week! Woooooooooot =)&lt;br /&gt;I actually love Thanksgiving (only 2nd next to Halloween), I love the foods, I love the family gatherings (even though I haven't seen my extended family in over 2 years), and the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special on t.v. What I don't like? The whole Black Friday deal. I know some ppl thrive on the events that take place but I always feel like it's too &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dangerous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Every year you hear about deaths that stem from Black Friday, and there's almost always certain ppl who get injured along the way. So if any of y'all do end up participating this year, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;please be safe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!! No amount of sales or deals is worth your health, &lt;i&gt;none&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to BJ's to get my tires replaced, 'cause I'm not sure how bad it will be in terms of snowfall in my area this year. Definitely don't want to take a chance, in the event that we get another "&lt;i&gt;Snow-pocalypse&lt;/i&gt;". Now it feels weird when I drive my car, not sure why that is? Maybe because I actually get better traction now, hahaha. I went to the mall to get a dress for one of my friend's upcoming B-day bash this Saturday. I have 4 dresses to choose from. Why so many you ask? Well, because I'm &lt;b&gt;BLOATED &lt;/b&gt;as shit!! I don't know what's going on but I feel like a marshmallow. It makes me feel so uncomfortable because I don't feel like me. I feel for a girl, weight fluctuates so drastically (which can be attributed to many things, whether it be water retention or just eating the wrong types of foods, etc) But whhhhhhy is it happening to me at a time where I want to pig out for the holiday? I have to watch what I eat this week...and that's just kinda a buzzkill for me. So wish me luck in eating only healthy things this week *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, I found the dress I will be rockin' for New Year's Eve!! Not sure what plans are in the air yet, but I really do want to celebrate it big this year. All the past years haven't been quite as eventful as I wanted. This year, I wannna goo hard. ;D&amp;nbsp; I love how shiny and reflective the sequins are, bedazzling!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiHsItY17L4/TsmSQaJ0p3I/AAAAAAAABG4/kg9OPesjq94/s1600/a2304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiHsItY17L4/TsmSQaJ0p3I/AAAAAAAABG4/kg9OPesjq94/s400/a2304.JPG" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing holding me back??? My weaknesses.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfGZDZagxbg/TsmTiK9hlvI/AAAAAAAABHI/WZ_7Ue-UKmU/s1600/b2304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfGZDZagxbg/TsmTiK9hlvI/AAAAAAAABHI/WZ_7Ue-UKmU/s400/b2304.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fuckin' delicious fun-fetti cupcakes!! Look at the gold sprinkles, I could seriously eat all 4 of this in ONE sitting....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;EASILY&lt;/b&gt;.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these pizza bites....goddamn, my mouth is watering like crazy right now. I only had fruit for dinner. I can't be weak right now....*chants to self*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FovOe-3xSs4/TsmUeRTuhuI/AAAAAAAABHQ/d2z6YNgDafA/s1600/c2304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FovOe-3xSs4/TsmUeRTuhuI/AAAAAAAABHQ/d2z6YNgDafA/s400/c2304.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-6888947540092834528?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/6888947540092834528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/11/toy-so-shiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/6888947540092834528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/6888947540092834528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/11/toy-so-shiny.html' title='Toy so shiny...'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiHsItY17L4/TsmSQaJ0p3I/AAAAAAAABG4/kg9OPesjq94/s72-c/a2304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-276644261810232891</id><published>2011-11-10T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:51:13.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, this past Sunday...I went to Colonial Williamsburg with one of my good friends, Sarah. I've always wanted to go down there for the longest time. I feel so blessed to live in Virginia, a state with so much RICH history. Jamestown was the very first settlement, and I remember reading about it over and over when I was in elementary school. I'd like to visit that next. But in the mean time, Williamsburg was first on my list to check out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living back in the 1700 and 1800's was no joke. Walking around in the town square was like taking a BIG step back into the pages of History. I definitely felt out of place at times because it was primarily white ppl (which I suppose made sense because that's just how it was back in the day). Either way, I intended to make full use of my day there to re-live history, as well learn more about how they lived back then---with no electricity, women having no RIGHTS whatsoever, and horse carriages as a means of transportation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQDWfT_ZC8Q/Trx327cEbaI/AAAAAAAABFw/yxiwGp2wKEs/s1600/a2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQDWfT_ZC8Q/Trx327cEbaI/AAAAAAAABFw/yxiwGp2wKEs/s400/a2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was one of the very first things to greet us as we made our way into the town square. Isn't it so neat-looking? It made me think of adding a fake plastic horn so I can make it my very own unicorn! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kM_ru_QT4Nw/Trx32Ux_wAI/AAAAAAAABFo/1An3CT4ool4/s1600/a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kM_ru_QT4Nw/Trx32Ux_wAI/AAAAAAAABFo/1An3CT4ool4/s400/a1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were able to buy bonnets! It's hand-made by a local woman who lives closeby. I always try to support local business and talent. That was definitely one of the things I wanted to check off my list in Williamsburg. I felt so silly wearing it because EVERYONE was decked out in legit colonial gear. We looked like posers! But I cherish my bonnet! For Christmas, I have already told everyone that all I really want is a long, red flannel nightgown. That way, I can pair it with my white bonnet and go to bed looking like a Colonial woman! The nightgown would have to look something like down below (but no blue in it, please! I just want it to be red with maybe green lining):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUf6_5rw89c/Trx6Z9XtjyI/AAAAAAAABGw/FdLgfrnwsUA/s1600/a9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUf6_5rw89c/Trx6Z9XtjyI/AAAAAAAABGw/FdLgfrnwsUA/s400/a9.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know it looks fugly. But I wanna be comfy and nice &amp;amp; toasty (warm) as I'm sippin' on hot chocolate in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jk_zi7uWNXM/Trx33wdQ8LI/AAAAAAAABGA/PNYJbZxr_CY/s1600/a4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jk_zi7uWNXM/Trx33wdQ8LI/AAAAAAAABGA/PNYJbZxr_CY/s400/a4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, while we were there...we decided to hit up one of the Taverns for lunch. On the destination map provided, it had advertised as serving "authentic" colonial food so we were sold! The uncomfortable part for me, at least, was once we got there and were seated...I noticed that our waiters were black. But here's the part that pissed me off, they were wearing raggedy clothes and I guess they were supposed to be slaves or something? Now, don't get me wrong! While I understand that it's suppose to be as close as it can be to historical account...it STILL made me feel very &lt;i&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/i&gt;. I wish they had switched it up with white waiters as well. Here it is in 2011, and I am stuck in an environment back in the 1700's where things were &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;totally different&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; than it is today. Definitely a culture shock for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was really delicious...I guess that's all I really have to say about the Tavern. Great food, uneasy ambiance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxoHDhw9XI/Trx35sBFykI/AAAAAAAABGQ/A6XHWHGwaxg/s1600/a6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxoHDhw9XI/Trx35sBFykI/AAAAAAAABGQ/A6XHWHGwaxg/s400/a6.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Homemade bread with softly churned butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0EiUsvxvAc/Trx36JPIIMI/AAAAAAAABGY/35UG7rlXY3k/s1600/a7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0EiUsvxvAc/Trx36JPIIMI/AAAAAAAABGY/35UG7rlXY3k/s400/a7.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sandwich was seriously &lt;b&gt;LARGER &lt;/b&gt;than my entire face. I got a turkey, lettuce and tomato sandwich with the most zesty, tasty infusion of herbs and spices in my coleslaw (the yellowish looking thing sitting to the left of my sandwich). Even the chips were crunchy, crispy, and flavorful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MVW_J6rSWns/Trx34oBGNII/AAAAAAAABGE/9ZIfdYN3rQM/s1600/a5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MVW_J6rSWns/Trx34oBGNII/AAAAAAAABGE/9ZIfdYN3rQM/s400/a5.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Look at Sarah. Look how &lt;b&gt;legit &lt;/b&gt;this pic woulda looked, &lt;i&gt;IF ONLY&lt;/i&gt; she didn't have her iPhone in her hand. Aggh, she ruined it with the insertion of technology in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here we are, about to be beheaded! Look how happy we are =) Hey, if death were to come...there ain't no avoidin' it. Might as well go out lookin' fresh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O814CVmrT44/Trx33b1-p6I/AAAAAAAABF4/KgmV2ur2SXE/s1600/a3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O814CVmrT44/Trx33b1-p6I/AAAAAAAABF4/KgmV2ur2SXE/s400/a3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ended the day with a sweet carriage ride. It was $20 for each person...and it was only a 15-minute ride. Kinda pricy but it really added to our colonial experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcMgJMJ3Rpc/Trx36tG3XsI/AAAAAAAABGg/NdCnc5IcEkc/s1600/a8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcMgJMJ3Rpc/Trx36tG3XsI/AAAAAAAABGg/NdCnc5IcEkc/s400/a8.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was just a quick re-cap of my weekend. I am so excited! Tomorrow is Sarah's birthday and we are going to Clarendon to celebrate. I can't wait! I have been starving myself for the past week so I can fit into the dress I bought 2 weeks ago (BAD CHOICE! I should have known never to buy a dress for a big event TOO early on, because guess what? Us girls' weight fluctuate soooo crazy! What fit me 2 weeks ago, I'm strugglin' to zip up now. I told myself, fuck it! I'mma wear the dress if it kills me! I don't care if I have to wear that dress with only the zipper half-zipped up. I'm going to rock it no matter what!) I hope you all have a lovely weekend planned ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo excited about the SEPHORA VIB event as well! I'm planning to take FULL advantage of the 20% off this weekend. I already have my list set up of things to get. I will do an entry really soon of the products I plan to get and maybe a mini-review, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-276644261810232891?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/276644261810232891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-this-past-sunday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/276644261810232891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/276644261810232891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-this-past-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQDWfT_ZC8Q/Trx327cEbaI/AAAAAAAABFw/yxiwGp2wKEs/s72-c/a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-6337188576031050971</id><published>2011-10-30T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:17:17.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxin' Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was absolutely gorgeous! It's like, you would have never even known that we had sleet/snow last night. That's the thing with Mother Nature, I guess. What a fickle little bitch She is, ah wells. I went to have some Indian brunch with my mom this morning. It's been awhile since I've really sat down and talked with her, and even though she nags me like no other ("When are you planning to get married? What about those grandbabies? They coming or not?" Lol), I love her to death!!! We went to MINERVA, which is hands-down serves the best Indian food in this area!! I always feel like such a fatty though. I come in with my expandable pants and extra-large shirt and leave 5lbs heavier than when I started. It's all good, though. Gotta indulge here and there. Life's way too short! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at how colorful my plate is! I just luuhhhh-ooove it when all of my foods are colorful. It makes things so exciting, no? I love Butter Chicken. Hands down, that shit is seriously like CRACK. I'm sure they do put a lil' "sum'n sum'n" in that dish. *smacks lips* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCiCG0Utigk/Tq3YU4JjyII/AAAAAAAABEs/UkuEc8tx_ew/s1600/food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCiCG0Utigk/Tq3YU4JjyII/AAAAAAAABEs/UkuEc8tx_ew/s400/food.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A closer inspection! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80CcYz04iFc/Tq3YVdX5yhI/AAAAAAAABE0/_E43-SVUZas/s1600/food2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80CcYz04iFc/Tq3YVdX5yhI/AAAAAAAABE0/_E43-SVUZas/s400/food2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samosas! They're like fried Indian pastries stuffed with vegetables (baking potatoes, peas, and spices like tumeric and cayenne pepper). The green sauce is spicy while the brown sauce is sweet n' sorta sour. I alternated dipping my samosas with those two sauces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nn_Xn_FAFA/Tq3YWgzAPjI/AAAAAAAABE8/EDJmDlaWMW4/s1600/photo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nn_Xn_FAFA/Tq3YWgzAPjI/AAAAAAAABE8/EDJmDlaWMW4/s400/photo3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to cool it all down? Wash my throat down with MANGO Lassi! Refreshing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGhHkHFWXdY/Tq3YXsm_u4I/AAAAAAAABFE/w06pOJY9mGs/s1600/photo4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGhHkHFWXdY/Tq3YXsm_u4I/AAAAAAAABFE/w06pOJY9mGs/s400/photo4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I headed to the mall to get my friend her birthday gifts. It's not until next week, but I know I'm a scatterbrained kinda person. I'd rather have it all done this week, so I don't have to worry about it later. It's funny because here's a fact about me: I have all sorts of "emergency" cards stuffed in the glove compartment of my car ("Happy Birthday", "Get well soon!", "Congratulations", etc) in case I ever forget any occasion that arises. Rather not look stupid and forgetful! Anyway, I am super stoked about this upcoming week. Nothin' in particular to look forward to, but just to get the week started...and have the weekend creep up! That's the one creeper I don't mind creepin' up on me. Get at me, Mr. Weekend! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPpae38F4b4/Tq3axJTCSEI/AAAAAAAABFM/dS8SfW7g87A/s1600/BLOG1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPpae38F4b4/Tq3axJTCSEI/AAAAAAAABFM/dS8SfW7g87A/s640/BLOG1.jpg" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-6337188576031050971?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/6337188576031050971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/10/relaxin-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/6337188576031050971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/6337188576031050971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/10/relaxin-sunday.html' title='Relaxin&apos; Sunday'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCiCG0Utigk/Tq3YU4JjyII/AAAAAAAABEs/UkuEc8tx_ew/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-2286389280911145909</id><published>2011-10-29T10:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:20:06.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday, we all headed out to Clyde's in Ashburn (aka Bumfuck City of America). It was for a friend's bday, so I had to come. But honestly, I hate areas like that. It's all WHITE ppl, and I hate how they fucking stare at us like we were aliens or something. First off, I just want to say that Clyde's is a really nice restaurant and all...but the patrons who frequent there are uptight STIFF asses. We were hanging by the bar and we still got dirty looks. I swear! They ain't never seen ppl who are not white or something. But whatever, that's my vent for last night. The birthday girl wanted it there and so I couldn't exactly just be like, "No, I don't want to go because Ashburn sucks". *shrug* But we certainly made the best of it! I had a good time, but I was super tired since I came right off of work. We didn't leave until midnight and I was burnt. There were about 20 of us altogether at the bar together but I didn't take pics of the other ppl because they were all drunk guys. Not picture-worthy lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the guys that I'm talkin' to was supposed to come out. But here's the thing, the night BEFORE---I spent an hour trying to tell him that things weren't going to work between us. I don't know about you, but I'm the sort of girl that needs COMMUNICATION in order for me to feel like the relationship is even going to go anywhere. And since he lives in Maryland (only less than an hour from me, which is not too bad when one considers how bad traffic is in the DMV area), I don't get to see him everyday. And thus, I expect a lot of texting so we can catch up on each other's lives. But this dumbass doesn't get that! I see he's on his Twitter more than he's even trying to talk to me, so that's a real turn-off. So anyway, I spent all of Thursday night trying to explain to him that I just wasn't feelin' it. There's other guys who are interested in me, and that he's better off just not trying anymore since his efforts still equal to virtually zero effort (in my eyes). Somehoooow, he took that as some sort of challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at work on Friday morning, and I see his # pop up on my cellphone. At first I thought he had butt-dialed me since that shit happens to everyone at one point in their cell phone lives. But then I saw he left a VM, I listened to it and was cracking up! Dude sounded so depressed. So I felt bad, and being the undecisive person that I am...I decided to invite him out to Clyde's later that night. BIG WASTE OF TIME! He calls me right around the time he's supposed to show up and says he's having car problems *rolls eyes* So I'm irritated at this point. I seriously am not interested but homie kept insisting that he's just going to roll back home and get his other car and head out to Clyde's ASAP. I told him, "Don't even bother. *laughs* Seriously, no hard feelin's". I'm trying to get rid of him! But he's so persistent! I don't understand guys these days. What ever happened to the mystery and suspense of courting? I feel like guys are far too pushy or somethin'. I blame it on all of these stupid reality t.v. shows, smh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about my night. Picture time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNgJWtJZcUk/TqwTSJQnLyI/AAAAAAAABD0/bKwYXp5bt8Y/s1600/clydes3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNgJWtJZcUk/TqwTSJQnLyI/AAAAAAAABD0/bKwYXp5bt8Y/s400/clydes3.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFpd2saFu5o/TqwTUBlFZXI/AAAAAAAABD8/5qvp9TsHhbg/s1600/clydes5b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFpd2saFu5o/TqwTUBlFZXI/AAAAAAAABD8/5qvp9TsHhbg/s400/clydes5b.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9mk-CJt1R0/TqwTVmU5kbI/AAAAAAAABEE/IZB_oN_iklA/s1600/clydes7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9mk-CJt1R0/TqwTVmU5kbI/AAAAAAAABEE/IZB_oN_iklA/s400/clydes7.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sC0egnbd_UU/TqwTXHwtekI/AAAAAAAABEM/ufWL-55w3G4/s1600/clydes8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sC0egnbd_UU/TqwTXHwtekI/AAAAAAAABEM/ufWL-55w3G4/s400/clydes8.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3p8t0MhBYvM/TqwTYTZfDHI/AAAAAAAABEU/jTn6aRb00Xw/s1600/clydes9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3p8t0MhBYvM/TqwTYTZfDHI/AAAAAAAABEU/jTn6aRb00Xw/s400/clydes9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYWPQcmUxLU/TqwTZV76fyI/AAAAAAAABEc/0C2XDb15xTM/s1600/clydes11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYWPQcmUxLU/TqwTZV76fyI/AAAAAAAABEc/0C2XDb15xTM/s400/clydes11.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight is the night the FREAKS come out to play! I might be going to a house party out in MD, if I feel well enough. I don't know what happened to the weather but it was snowing! I can't believe it, winter is trying to creep up on us. Me no likey. I kinda want to stay in but HALLOWEEN IS SERIOUSLY MY #1 FAVORITE HOLIDAY!!!!!! =) I can't pass that up. So we'll seee....have a safe and fun Halloween everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfyCXechEVg/TqwUK6M6ioI/AAAAAAAABEk/3PXSHUY3LLA/s1600/halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfyCXechEVg/TqwUK6M6ioI/AAAAAAAABEk/3PXSHUY3LLA/s400/halloween.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-2286389280911145909?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/2286389280911145909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-yesterday-we-all-headed-out-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2286389280911145909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2286389280911145909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-yesterday-we-all-headed-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNgJWtJZcUk/TqwTSJQnLyI/AAAAAAAABD0/bKwYXp5bt8Y/s72-c/clydes3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8156378671474368508</id><published>2011-10-25T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:02:30.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I been rollin', rollin' rollin, We ain't slept in weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqFja6sGIoc/TqdZXnlt23I/AAAAAAAABA0/T6wNQDmPQ9I/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqFja6sGIoc/TqdZXnlt23I/AAAAAAAABA0/T6wNQDmPQ9I/s400/1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lazy these days. I had to resort to a side braid. I'm just not feelin' up to doing much with my hair and face, I know I gotta get back into the groove of things. But seriously, this weather makes me wanna sleep in the extra 20-25 minutes than to wake up early and *attempt* to look no so much like the hairy Big Foot monster in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Side note..It feels like nobody even reads my blog anymore. It kinda made me feel bad at first because I feel like I'm not really writing anything of particular relevance. But every cloud has its silver lining, I actually feel more "comfortable" knowing that most ppl skip over my blog these days. I'm going to really try and write more of what's on my mind than what I think ppl would want to hear. So feel free to unsubscribe to me if you want. I promise, no hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NotjdwhlN5w" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit "Play" for some good ear shit. Love that Cudi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-8156378671474368508?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8156378671474368508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-been-rollin-rollin-rollin-we-aint.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8156378671474368508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8156378671474368508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-been-rollin-rollin-rollin-we-aint.html' title='I been rollin&apos;, rollin&apos; rollin, We ain&apos;t slept in weeks'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqFja6sGIoc/TqdZXnlt23I/AAAAAAAABA0/T6wNQDmPQ9I/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3963014285180459642</id><published>2011-10-15T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:23:55.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fall! I love how the leaves are finally changing colors. It just feels so serene and peaceful. Summer is fun, but Fall definitely has my heart. I actually like going out more during this time of year than ever. So how's everyone been? Hopefully on the grind, hustlin' and bustlin'. Best to keep busy! I've had a wonderful, wonderful month! I definitely can't complain. Things are going well for me, I've been so busy that it used to drive me crazy...but now I actually seek solace in it. I feel bad that ppl always try to hit me up and I can't always make plans and follow through. 2011 is moving so rapidly and it is my goal to see all of my friends before the year is over! But with everyone living in different cities, it's so difficult to meet up without any of our schedules conflicting. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new with me? Well, I'm still on the dating scene. It's been such a whirlwind! I swear, my life is like a sitcom sometimes (you wouldn't even believe the types of guys I encounter!). One of my girls and I are planning to do one of those Professionals in the City mixers where it's sort of like a speed-dating type thing where you get to chit-chat 5 minutes with everyone. I'm definitely NOT expecting to find my Prince Charming there, but I think it would be such a hilarious experience. I'd definitely do it just for shits and giggles! Has anyone ever done anything to the likes of that? I would love to hear your stories if you have, especially if it's funny! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going SO MUCH that I'm hardly ever home anymore, which is suuuuch a huge change in my life. I used to be such a "homebody". And in a way, I still feel as though that's in my true element. However, life is far toooo short! I'm out and about these days hitting up D.C. trying to see what it's got to offer. I only live 15-20 minutes away from D.C. and can you believe my whole entire life I haven't really ventured into D.C.? What a damn shame, I say. Well, that's all changed. I also run with a different crowd now, and they're all a bunch of party peoples soo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to PARK last night and it was poppin'! I went there on Saturday a few weeks back and that shit was so wack. It was all these disgusting little Asian and Persian midgets drunk as hell trying to grope up on you. I definitely was NOT feelin' it the last time I was there. However, this time I made sure one of the promoters got me so we were able to SKIP the long ass line and go straight in as soon as we arrived (those poor ppl who have to pay cover and stand in line. I don't get it. PARK is really strict when it comes to who they let in. You have to look a certain way, like you can't be coming in with Timbs and a baseball cap on so I don't understand ppl who wait in line for more than 2 hours hoping they'll get in...it's like, GIVE IT UP already. You're not getting in! Go to the lounge down the street or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a GREAT TIME. I really was feelin' the crowd. I go through phases...it's kinda strange to describe but I know some girls know what I mean. I went through my white guys phase, my Asian guys phase, and now I'm just not diggin' them anymore. I like hanging with black ppl. It's not a race thing, honestly. I'm not racist whatsoever! But my friends are mostly black and I just feel more comfortable around them. *shrug* I don't see a problem, but I know I get shiftyeyesstared sometimes but whatever. Last weekend, I went on a date with one of my friend's black guy friend and I got such nasty stares in Georgetown. I was honestly shocked! What the fuck, man? It's 2011, interracial relationships shouldn't be like a scandal or taboo. Plus, I live in such a diverse area it's so hard for me to comprehend such hatred. But yeah, PARK was mostly black ppl last night. I'd say 97% lol. So I know now to go there on Friday nights. None of that techno shit for me, never going on a Saturday again! Lesson learned. Friday's where it's at =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--17KFmJITp4/TpoO9OW8lZI/AAAAAAAABAU/xsY3BHPU-Ak/s1600/PARK1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--17KFmJITp4/TpoO9OW8lZI/AAAAAAAABAU/xsY3BHPU-Ak/s640/PARK1.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDrx9umXaGw/TpoO-srRLPI/AAAAAAAABAc/p-AiXKS2Tj8/s1600/PARK2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDrx9umXaGw/TpoO-srRLPI/AAAAAAAABAc/p-AiXKS2Tj8/s640/PARK2.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP2QeBMc3gs/TpoPAKPTCYI/AAAAAAAABAk/gPBpB58HXiU/s1600/PARK3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP2QeBMc3gs/TpoPAKPTCYI/AAAAAAAABAk/gPBpB58HXiU/s640/PARK3.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrq1YbcxGdA/TpoPB28PbaI/AAAAAAAABAs/vmgjz5UZPxg/s1600/PARK4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrq1YbcxGdA/TpoPB28PbaI/AAAAAAAABAs/vmgjz5UZPxg/s640/PARK4.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short (not really a short entry, sorrry!) I miss you guys all very much. I still keep up on Blogger when I can. I just notice that it's getting harder and harder for some ppl to consistently update their site, and I'm right witcha! I'm just going to continue to do my best and pop in as often as I can. I'm surprised I still have readers. Love you for sticking through with me *smooches* &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh, btw, if any of you are interested in reading my sister's blog. She just set up a new one! Follow her on her journey as she navigates through her &lt;i&gt;exciting &lt;/i&gt;internship with a huge news corporation (mum's the word! But this is a HUGE network!) I'm so proud of her, I love her so much and she makes me a better person...so ch-ch-check it out: http://thedcinternist.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3963014285180459642?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3963014285180459642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi-lovelies-its-fall-i-love-how-leaves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3963014285180459642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3963014285180459642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi-lovelies-its-fall-i-love-how-leaves.html' title=''/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--17KFmJITp4/TpoO9OW8lZI/AAAAAAAABAU/xsY3BHPU-Ak/s72-c/PARK1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-4623476032926453536</id><published>2011-09-10T10:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:17:26.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally didn't see that one coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqYCHvKLzhU/Tmt4iz1LkrI/AAAAAAAAA_8/wBgU8Jo6cLU/s1600/BT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650742696890569394" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqYCHvKLzhU/Tmt4iz1LkrI/AAAAAAAAA_8/wBgU8Jo6cLU/s400/BT.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNqLLSG_6ik/Tmt4RDUD_6I/AAAAAAAAA_0/qHYvPFmPdAU/s1600/BT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650742391808982946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNqLLSG_6ik/Tmt4RDUD_6I/AAAAAAAAA_0/qHYvPFmPdAU/s400/BT.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjM2gF1Yyao/Tmt37jvPfDI/AAAAAAAAA_s/HvrNA67fuN8/s1600/BT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650742022555794482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjM2gF1Yyao/Tmt37jvPfDI/AAAAAAAAA_s/HvrNA67fuN8/s400/BT.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 243px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Song is knocked up with Miley Cyrus's brother's kid. Totally didn't see that &lt;a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/momsbabies/news/brenda-song-trace-cyrus-expecting-first-child-2011258"&gt;one &lt;/a&gt;coming. Hope it all works out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f809Bjz8kLQ/Tmt4wiI-veI/AAAAAAAABAE/0O459s0iRD0/s1600/TC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650742932659944930" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f809Bjz8kLQ/Tmt4wiI-veI/AAAAAAAABAE/0O459s0iRD0/s400/TC.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess it's true what they say...beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Because I just don't see what she sees in him. She could have done so much better! She's a beautiful girl, I loved watching her on the Suite Life of Zack and Cody. She just got suckered into one crazyyy family for life. Another Disney starlet bites the dust....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] THANK GOD IT WAS JUST A PUBLICITY STUNT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-4623476032926453536?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4623476032926453536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4623476032926453536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/09/totally-didnt-see-that-one-coming.html' title='Totally didn&apos;t see that one coming'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqYCHvKLzhU/Tmt4iz1LkrI/AAAAAAAAA_8/wBgU8Jo6cLU/s72-c/BT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8110416576997439013</id><published>2011-07-15T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:17:45.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5C80rQf2yns/TiEAQiEv5OI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Na_wtGJkEow/s1600/fb9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5C80rQf2yns/TiEAQiEv5OI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Na_wtGJkEow/s400/fb9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629781293214459106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PafTsJwlbJE/TiEAPyQ5gbI/AAAAAAAAA_U/0yCNuh8AQts/s1600/fb7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PafTsJwlbJE/TiEAPyQ5gbI/AAAAAAAAA_U/0yCNuh8AQts/s400/fb7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629781280380518834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4lbhosW29c/TiEAPoFl72I/AAAAAAAAA_M/kRT4UeDxz9E/s1600/fb6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4lbhosW29c/TiEAPoFl72I/AAAAAAAAA_M/kRT4UeDxz9E/s400/fb6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629781277648744290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBiQ0mLhmmI/TiEAHCjNxGI/AAAAAAAAA_E/j0DWy7YBiVg/s1600/fb5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBiQ0mLhmmI/TiEAHCjNxGI/AAAAAAAAA_E/j0DWy7YBiVg/s400/fb5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629781130133488738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_7QbcFT5AE/TiEAG8Gnu-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/W9-xt3JUDqk/s1600/fb4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_7QbcFT5AE/TiEAG8Gnu-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/W9-xt3JUDqk/s400/fb4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629781128402942946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCkR98hZur4/TiEAG2W8W8I/AAAAAAAAA-0/WPGuTEsvWfk/s1600/fb3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCkR98hZur4/TiEAG2W8W8I/AAAAAAAAA-0/WPGuTEsvWfk/s400/fb3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629781126860790722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ozFoRl4eY2E/TiEAGjwUA2I/AAAAAAAAA-s/TQbMlae6n4E/s1600/fb2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ozFoRl4eY2E/TiEAGjwUA2I/AAAAAAAAA-s/TQbMlae6n4E/s400/fb2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629781121866924898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcVW9LZKQRs/TiEAGumwdqI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Z4NdJ6F4dQQ/s1600/fba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcVW9LZKQRs/TiEAGumwdqI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Z4NdJ6F4dQQ/s400/fba.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629781124779636386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey guys! How's everyone doing? I just came back from Happy Hour at this new Mexican restaurant by my new workplace. It was muuuuch needed after a long and rough week. It's so tough working in Cytogenetics because the material you encounter is extremely dense. It makes me frustrated because at times, I feel as though I'm not 100% in the know on certain materials. Oh well, I just have to keep reminding myself that NO ONE is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just went out with my co-workers, we are going to be the graduating class #8 cycle in the Cytogenetics program. I'm in a program right now that's akin to that of a Master's program. Eventually, I will get Nationally Certified in the American Society for Clinical Pathology in  one year. So right now, it's as though there's this dark cloud looming over my head. I will be able to *breathe* around this time NEXT year after I take my boards. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it's just work, work, work. So I will just pop up on my blog here and there to update you on my life (not really sure if anyone ever checks in on my site anymore?) Things are pretty much the same. It's funny because everyone in my class is already married or have a significant other. Only me and the black girl are single...and it's as though everyone is trying to hook me up with their neighbor, brother, friend, etc etc. I am content on being single right now, but it does get lonely :/  It's not the problem of finding somebody, so much as it is finding the person that I feel a CONNECTION with (sounds so lame, but you know what I mean!) Patience is the key, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really frustrated. I had used the Victoria's Secret bronzer ("fake n' bake") last night...I want to get darker skinned soooo badly, it's not even funny. But when I took pictures today, it looks as though I haven't "tanned" at all. Wth. Does anyone recommend any products that can get me at least 3 to 5 shades darker? Would really appreciate your rec's!! Much Love!!! Bye, beauties!! &amp;lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-8110416576997439013?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8110416576997439013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/07/cyto.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8110416576997439013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8110416576997439013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/07/cyto.html' title='Cyto'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5C80rQf2yns/TiEAQiEv5OI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Na_wtGJkEow/s72-c/fb9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-821790796722849410</id><published>2011-07-02T18:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T18:46:54.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What A Years Worth Of Makeup Looks Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cocoperez.com/2011-06-30-365-layers-of-makeup-applied-to-one-face"&gt;http://cocoperez.com/2011-06-30-365-layers-of-makeup-applied-to-one-face&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the above video link from Perez Hilton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dutch directors &lt;strong&gt;Lernert &amp;amp; Sander&lt;/strong&gt; were curious to see  what 365 layers of makeup would look like on one person, so they did. &lt;p&gt;The experiment took one day to complete and model &lt;strong&gt;Hannelore  Knuts&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't get up because the layers were applied non-stop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the end of the 9 hour &lt;a href="http://bitly.com/lZkpfi" target="_blank"&gt;shoot&lt;/a&gt; makeup artists &lt;strong&gt;Ferry van der Nat&lt;/strong&gt; and  his assistant &lt;strong&gt;Vanessa Chan&lt;/strong&gt; used: 7 bottles of Foundation S103;  2 bottles of Creamy Eyes E107; 3 Milky Lips L205 pens; and 2 bottles of Blush  S301 for a grand total of 228.40ml (or half a pound) of makeup."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO FUCKING CRAZY!! And that's just ONE YEAR'S worth of make-up. Damn, makes me so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paranoid &lt;/span&gt;now. Ladies, make sure you wash your make-up off each and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;night, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-821790796722849410?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/821790796722849410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-what-years-worth-of-makeup.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/821790796722849410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/821790796722849410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-what-years-worth-of-makeup.html' title='This Is What A Years Worth Of Makeup Looks Like'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-7269795820093221742</id><published>2011-06-23T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:18:51.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness held is the seed, happiness shared is the flower.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on? It's been awhile, huh. Just wanted to give you all a quick update on what's been going on in my life...a lot has changed since the last time I've updated. Mostly internal, as well as externally. I don't really dabble in make-up anymore. How boring...but these days, it's just tinted moisturizer and mascara for me! You won't believe how much money you save by not going to Sephora or any of the clothing stores. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GREAT news is that I finally landed an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;job. I now work in the field of Cytogenetics for one of the biggest companies in the world! I feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo &lt;/span&gt;incredibly lucky and blessed for things to fall into place. It took a lot of prayer and hard work, but things happen the way they're supposed to. I've always been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;firm &lt;/span&gt;believer in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBpxgZJgOms/TgPkRzbwTSI/AAAAAAAAA-c/1JyLUJdE_jY/s400/arcadia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621587754404039970" border="0" /&gt;Thank you to all of my followers, both old and new, it means a lot to me. I know I am not the best when it comes to consistently writing new posts, but I try my very best. It's going to be extremely hectic in the next coming months and I'll try to keep you updated as I embark on this exciting journey! Much love &amp;lt;3  Muahs, muahs =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-7269795820093221742?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/7269795820093221742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/06/happiness-held-is-seed-happiness-shared.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7269795820093221742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7269795820093221742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/06/happiness-held-is-seed-happiness-shared.html' title='Happiness held is the seed, happiness shared is the flower.'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBpxgZJgOms/TgPkRzbwTSI/AAAAAAAAA-c/1JyLUJdE_jY/s72-c/arcadia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3531981912364347192</id><published>2011-05-19T20:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:10:52.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I deal with a lot of pretty girls, So forgive me if I don't remember you</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/68HjmpJGcOU" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Intro is f'ing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt;. But love the beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3531981912364347192?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3531981912364347192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3531981912364347192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-deal-with-lot-of-pretty-girls-so.html' title='I deal with a lot of pretty girls, So forgive me if I don&apos;t remember you'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/68HjmpJGcOU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-1754728248135840250</id><published>2011-05-15T20:54:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:41:56.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I cared about the things you did, but I don't...</title><content type='html'>Hello, lovelies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful Sunday night. The air is slightly breezy and chilly, but the air is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; outside! I just came back from my brother's gf's birthday party (I consider her my sister, so I always refer to her as my "sis". They catered Chinese food and she even made her own batch of fresh sangria! I don't drink (well, hardly ever) so I don't know how it turned out, but from the looks of everyone else at the party---it was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a skin-tight faux-leather H&amp;amp;M minidress that I got awhile back on-sale for only $15. Killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-alWUlcgnrn0/TdB2zZF0QiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/qW5AUm-45Yw/s400/black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607112161356956194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to get used to my new dark hair, so so far...it's feelin' more like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezCX6458eSY/TdB3BraS-7I/AAAAAAAAA8w/JD3ULlxbF44/s400/black2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607112406792862642" border="0" /&gt;Loved the lipstick I used here, it's from NYX and it's called "&lt;a href="http://www.makeupalley.com/product/showreview.asp/ItemId=104752/Louisiana_"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/a&gt;". I actually peeped this when I was on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/BeautySplurge"&gt;Beautysplurge &lt;/a&gt;'s YouTube beauty channel. She wore it in one of her videos, and it was gorgeous on her! So, I ran to my local ULTA to cop one for myself...and I am so glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore this necklace that I got from Forever 21 and it's so funny. A lot of ppl at the party kept coming up to me to ask if I had liquor stored inside it, since it resembles one of those alcohol flasks. But alas, no! It's just a decorative piece of jewelry &amp;gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUeRz9MrX1k/TdB31AgPeRI/AAAAAAAAA84/8fbXZK9CJZg/s400/black3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607113288628271378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here, you can see more of the cut-out design of the H&amp;amp;M dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUdCu6U7ZOU/TdB4QTmJO5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/_DBfORePHF4/s400/black4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607113757609769874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it, but the dress is EXTREMELY short! It hits a few inches ABOVE my knee. It seriously felt as though ppl could look up my dress every time I sat down (especially if I didn't cross my legs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the sexy red HOT stilettos that I wear with my outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0sAjhQxkN74/TdB5rM5nkOI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/kKSxPO4vm-U/s400/black5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607115319180497122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from UrbanOG, which is this new website that I am in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luuuuuuuuh-ve&lt;/span&gt; with! The shoes are called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="text2"&gt;Promise Claire Criss Cross Open Toe Sandal"&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;, and you can buy them &lt;a href="https://www.urbanog.com/Promise-Claire-Criss-Cross-Open-Toe-Sandal_115_12536.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;o me, this company is muuuuch better than GoJane, amiclubwear, CutesyGirl, etc. They're very high heels but totally comfortable! I was TALLER than 90% of the ppl at the party (including guys). I believe that I stood at 5'10 or 5'11. It felt kinda awkward, especially since my brother kept complaining about how much taller I was than him in pictures. He wanted me to take 'em off at one point, but umm...HECK NO! There are always going to be girls taller than you, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't get a full-on picture of my outfit. I will definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;update &lt;/span&gt;this post with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;pics from the party as soon as I get 'em! It's so hard to take pictures by myself since no one else is around to take 'em for me. I took all of these on my iPhone, which is not always the best quality as you know. But oh well, gotta do what you can with what you've got. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a couple weeks ago...my sis and I went to go shop around Chinatown in DC (which is nothing compared to the Chinatown in NYC. So jealous of you guys up there!) We ended up getting cupcakes...which are my absolute WEAKNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6zkMRdVd7M/TdB6WD2N4LI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ygNQC2mWbmM/s400/black6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607116055484686514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFTHprRyj2Q/TdB8ymYy1AI/AAAAAAAAA9g/993QrWTrTTc/s400/black7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607118744816112642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've told any of you this, but probably not since I don't like to talk about it. But I've been on an INTENSIVE diet for the past month. I'm talkin' the whole deal...limiting my calorie intake, cutting out rice/breads/sweets/soda/fastfoods/etc, etc. I've even been keeping a food diary to keep track so I don't veer off the course of my goal. I've lost 6-8lbs. But I look kinda sick-looking. I even have to admit. I don't look very healthy. It's so tough, since I've had to deal with my fluctuating weight. Growing up primarily with my mother's family, Asians put so much EMPHASIS on weight and self-image. I've been called "fat" so many times that it's permanently ingrained in my head. I know on the OUTSIDE, I look extremely thin...but on the inside, I feel as though I'm never at my "goal" weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;talking about this. I don't even know why I'm disclosing on this public venue. I guess, I just need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clear &lt;/span&gt;my head. I remember when I was in middle school, I put on a lot of my "baby" weight (fat, chubby cheeks and the works), and my mom's brother (my uncle) yelled at me in front of everyone at the grocery store. I must've weighed around 120 lbs and I was only 5'4. Last time I checked, I'm around 105. A couple of months ago, I was under 100 lbs. I'm sorta tall for my background, so yes...it looks like I'm skeletal at times. I don't know...I don't want to give a fuck about what I weigh or what I eat, because it's seriously consuming so much of my time and thoughts! I don't eat after 6pm, and I go to bed with my stomach growling many times. But I just can't stand the idea of going to my maternal grandmother and having her bitch at how fat I am. It's intense! I don't know why most Asian families put so much pressure on their children. Not only in academics, but on a physical scale as well. I wonder if it's like that with other cultures? I know Americans aren't so crazed or extreme like that...hell, I know most of my American friends are bigger girls and they OWN IT!!! Especially, my black gf's...they love their curves. I see 'em shake their heads at me sometimes when they watch me pick my food at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone &lt;/span&gt;in this situation. For the past month, this has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLAGUED &lt;/span&gt;my mind endlessly and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;consumed &lt;/span&gt;me. I spend all my time counting calories to the very last digit and it's driving me insane. I don't want to be like this, but I feel really out of control. And in a sense, by me limiting what I eat...I feel as though I have that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny &lt;/span&gt;bit of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;control &lt;/span&gt;back that I craved. Have any of you girls ever felt this way??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to zone out. Been playing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJB1ePQHrKs"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;on REPEAT NON-STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[updated] Disregard the pictures up there. The quality sucks cuz it came from my phone. Here are some more pics from the party last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7CGPIf6fHhA/TdGX9weLnSI/AAAAAAAAA9o/HiQrZF_OVXE/s400/a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607430098292284706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite rings. I can only wear them on my pointer finger, because all of my other fingers are way too thin. I'm a size 3 or 4 in rings, and it's really tough to find those sizes at any retailer store (F21 only goes as low as a size 6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6l8Dsw1eW0/TdGYKo43h_I/AAAAAAAAA9w/MLXVp4sEK3k/s400/alicia5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607430319595030514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my BEAUTIFUL sis, ready to blow out her candles. She had two birthday cakes, so I was yelling for her to make sure to make TWO wishes...so as to not waste any wishes, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r07iVLXxOco/TdGYcjTUjxI/AAAAAAAAA94/bQmeaj8InyI/s400/alicia6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607430627333017362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BLOW! BLOW! USE YOUR LUNGS, BLOW, GIRL! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7NxR518PQY/TdGYtZXbORI/AAAAAAAAA-A/N8GeE3Dk7o0/s400/alicia7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607430916723652882" border="0" /&gt;The "liquior flask" necklace, in more details here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mA5tnabv1tc/TdGY_O2V4VI/AAAAAAAAA-I/xrfDAJcbbnk/s400/alicia15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607431223138181458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing H&amp;amp;M leopard clutch that I got for less than $15!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1stHP3hrNk/TdGZLuoEmsI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/62HcYhvHtMM/s400/alicia16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607431437826693826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, and now on a serious note. Thank you for the comments so far! I realize I do have a problem, and I'm working hard to address it. I had a talk with one of my close girl friends today and we just basically went over why am I feeling the way that I do? And what I can do, THAT IS HEALTHY, to remedy whatever doubts and confusion that I harbor within myself. I took the first step and actually pushed myself to eat full meals today. I even allowed myself to eat my favorite guilty-pleasure, HERSHEY'S chocolate with almonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, but surely................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-1754728248135840250?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/1754728248135840250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wish-i-cared-about-things-you-did-but.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/1754728248135840250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/1754728248135840250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wish-i-cared-about-things-you-did-but.html' title='I wish I cared about the things you did, but I don&apos;t...'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-alWUlcgnrn0/TdB2zZF0QiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/qW5AUm-45Yw/s72-c/black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-2154557443220361748</id><published>2011-04-24T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:29:57.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Your Body!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zQ6HBbyJR34?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fucking cheesy. But I love this song! With the warm weather, put this on blast! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-2154557443220361748?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2154557443220361748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2154557443220361748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/04/move-your-body.html' title='Move Your Body!'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zQ6HBbyJR34/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-5127368976930132330</id><published>2011-04-19T21:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:53:54.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a witch now</title><content type='html'>Hi, hi! *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new, everybody? Lol, a lot has changed since the last time I've blogged. For starters, I dyed my hair BLACK BLACK! It's so dark that it's actually shiny. I got my beloved hairstylist, Paul, to dye it as black as the dye came. At first, I was a bit hesitant because I didn't want to look like Morticia Addams. But I'm actually quite surprised at the outcome. Of course, it's either a hit-or-miss with my friends and family. Some of them really like it, while some of them don't fancy it quite so much. Ah well, can't win 'em all, huh. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYQd-M7_Xsk/Ta44zu8B-bI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/aCi8Y-cHIJ8/s400/st803120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597473848292407730" border="0" /&gt;Someone even told me that I looked like a witch! Omg, seriously, dude? Grow up, lol. But anyhoo, do you guys see the Cheez-It's box in the background? Well, a couple of days ago...that box fucking exploded in my car! No, it wasn't because of overheating or anything cool like that. I was being an idiot once more. During a traffic stop at the red light, I was hungry as hell! I was on my way to work, and thought that I could smuggle a few of those tasty bits into my mouth before I went on my day with a REAL breakfast. I'm one of those weirdo's who hates to turn around or do any weird movements in the car, especially when my car is at a standstill. For some odd reason, I just HATE when nearby car passengers stare at me while I'm doing random shit in my car (weird...I know). So I was trying to be slick and grab the box right behind me WITHOUT actually turning around to reach for it, and lo and behold----THE BOX GOES FLYING AND THOSE CHEEZ-IT'S ARE EXPLODING ALL OVER MY CAR!!!! Lol, serves me right for trying to be cool. But I still managed to sneak a few that didn't land on the floor into my mouth, so it's all good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my new sandals that just arrived in the mail from GoJane. I loves it! I'm soooo in love with the color ORANGE and am so happy that it's in style for this spring season. I painted my toe and hand nails orange, even have been sporting orange lipstick (MAC Morange), bought orange crop tees. Eeeiiiiiii. Orange overload, shoot the ppl around me who are going to be forced to squint every time I come within their vision range, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5pfuDIyDpg/Ta46Qhm0GVI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/G9laHzvPNpA/s400/st803121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597475442441591122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got this same style sandals ("&lt;a href="http://www.gojane.com/56179-shoes-canvas-shield-sandal.html"&gt;Canvas Shield Sandals&lt;/a&gt;") but in a leopard print, as well. I guess it sold out or something, because I don't see it on their website any longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wearing my favorite necklace ever! I love the color turquoise and this beaded necklace is so ethnic and unique looking. I can't wait to wear it some more with my summer dresses! I just wish that it weren't raining so damn much. I guess the saying, April showers bring May flowers, is true. Just gotta tough it out until next month then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw_vzSHMGrM/Ta466PNEDII/AAAAAAAAA8g/aEjOTArxt_g/s400/st803122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597476159056252034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how shiny my hair is! I'm so flippin' happy with how the color came out. In some lighting, it almost has a blue-ish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheen &lt;/span&gt;to it. It's pretty neat! I've been using a lot of hair conditioning treatments, in addition to taking Biotin &amp;amp; Omega-3 fish oil supplements. Can't wait to see how my hair turns out in 3 months. I'm trying to grow it out, so any advice you guys have will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;greatly &lt;/span&gt;appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-5127368976930132330?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5127368976930132330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-witch-now.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/5127368976930132330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/5127368976930132330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-witch-now.html' title='I&apos;m a witch now'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYQd-M7_Xsk/Ta44zu8B-bI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/aCi8Y-cHIJ8/s72-c/st803120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8113939200046500843</id><published>2011-03-20T15:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T16:00:55.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turban Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3rhu-FrgwU/TYZYaI8o2-I/AAAAAAAAA7s/sJB3EPG2YjA/s400/turban.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586249593901341666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cgg901K_iqc/TYZYOuaB1-I/AAAAAAAAA7k/HK_D4uihiUc/s1600/safari_vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XiWJlpeE5Gc/TYZYF1DIIAI/AAAAAAAAA7c/3qpe_-kIY0M/s400/gypsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586249244962463746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cgg901K_iqc/TYZYOuaB1-I/AAAAAAAAA7k/HK_D4uihiUc/s400/safari_vintage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586249397798295522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfPsTMYG28I/TYZYibB-GDI/AAAAAAAAA70/tO4Ti4JEQJ4/s400/black_turban_harempants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586249736194496562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last two pics above is of this new blogger I just found. She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a-mazing&lt;/span&gt;! You know how some ppl were just born with that sense of style? They don't have to think or try too hard to pull things together into an outfit---they just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;it out and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt;! The outfit doesn't make them, they make the outfit. Well, that's her. Check her out at &lt;a href="http://vintagevandalizm.com/"&gt;Vintage Vandalizm&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is starting to come around here in the DMV area...however, I see that it's supposed to rain the whole entire next week, save a day or two.  How are April showers already here in March? :/ But to look at the silver lining to this cloud, at least we are not bound for snow anymore. Those days hopefully *crosses fingers lest some freak storm of nature involving snow precipitates in the future* are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very into thrifting these days. My main obsessions revolve around handkerchiefs and head scarves. I found this beautiful one today when I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/unique-thrift-store-falls-church"&gt;Unique&lt;/a&gt; Thrift Shop near Merrifield. I love that place! On Mondays, you get 25% off all items. But Wednesday is even better! 50% off everything. I usually go on the weekends, which is when it's 50% off kids' toys &amp;amp; electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39zuAd1UlSQ/TYZaZRrGdyI/AAAAAAAAA78/yKj2iJ1LS5M/s400/deletex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586251778087089954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am in love with turbans! I find myself having a lot of "bad hair days" now that my hair is growing so much longer. Back when I was in school, I would throw it up high into a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;messy &lt;/span&gt;bun. However, with so much more hair---my bun always ends up getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heavier &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heavier&lt;/span&gt;. It would physically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HURT &lt;/span&gt;my head at the end of the day. I get headaches and my head would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;throbbing &lt;/span&gt;in pain. I now find that by putting a headband or a turban as part of my hairstyle, it makes things so much more comfortable and effortless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Here's the entire view of how the turban looks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAGpa9V7V38/TYZbJPeM_DI/AAAAAAAAA8E/huqfCA7B7gA/s400/deleteo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586252602129841202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to let you guys know. Be sure to check out your local thrift shop! You will find countless treasures if you only took the time and harbor the patience to take your sweet time, stroll around, and give everything a look! Go in with an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;open mindset&lt;/span&gt; and you might be pleasantly surprised. And it's seriously all for a good cause. Most of the money goes into helping underprivileged families or the blind. So you can shop knowing it's all going toward a worthwhile cause! It's a win-win situation! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-8113939200046500843?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8113939200046500843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/03/turban-sunday.html#comment-form' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8113939200046500843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8113939200046500843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/03/turban-sunday.html' title='Turban Sunday'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3rhu-FrgwU/TYZYaI8o2-I/AAAAAAAAA7s/sJB3EPG2YjA/s72-c/turban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3452072068145254239</id><published>2011-02-27T21:06:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:11:13.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, I'm tired of running...let's walk for a minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578555993215415858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fitRwNHRhSI/TWsDHo87NjI/AAAAAAAAA3U/d3MJ0g1TyMk/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So today, I decided to embark on a more "nature" inspired adventure. So I trekked to my local park... As opposed to the usual mall setting...which I can no longer do! You wanna know why? I cut my credit card up! Yep! You heard correct...it &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pained &lt;/span&gt;me to cut my little baby up. I've had so many &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;times with her...but alas, I was paying &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;waaaay &lt;/span&gt;too much each month. Like, seriously. Who spends $3k a month just on CLOTHES?? I don't even have any real bills, so it was just getting ridiculous. My clothes, shoes, and purses were piling up. I have TWO rooms and FOUR closets to stuff all that shit. So a couple nights ago, I finally dedicated three hours just trying to clean ONE section of the room. I got rid of 6 bags of clothes!!! Can you believe that? And that is only 25% of the stockpile that I own. I decided to go to &lt;a href="http://www.platoscloset.com/"&gt;Plato's Closet&lt;/a&gt; to sell my clothes. If any of you guys have a Plato's Closet near you, do check it out! I'm not saying you're going to make a butt-load of money back, but if you're trying to get rid of your junk...might as well make a lil' somethin'-somethin' from it. As with the rest of my stuff? I'm going to donate it to &lt;a href="http://zc.purpleheartpickup.org/"&gt;Purple Heart&lt;/a&gt;. Do good for your community! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578557466073796274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UeRufTceLek/TWsEdXxujrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/T6X8DeO3JU8/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the summer time at this lake, you can buy "food" for the ducks and feed 'em! You can also rent their paddle boats and go out on the lake. What a wonderful relaxing way to enjoy yourself in the sun! Of course, they have the mini golf course if you're with your guy, I've never done any golfin' myself...but I'm sure it's loads of fun!! Can't wait to check it out soon when the weather gets much warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578558222670839522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxlqY7e1RAc/TWsFJaUhPuI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WykKjHXGE-s/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Buy your tickets here, folks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578558614787929794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzm3l1iz8CU/TWsFgPEhNsI/AAAAAAAAA3s/THwR6i8Sx30/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ooo, looky at the carousel! View from the side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578559273819185922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ5rFhcyd-A/TWsGGmJ0IwI/AAAAAAAAA38/dQiM_lLrqFs/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Here's a look it from the front!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since it was a slightly windy 58 degrees here in my part of town, I decided I could wear less layers than I normally would. It's starting to get just a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;teensy &lt;/span&gt;bit less cold as the days go by...however, make no mistake. The full effects of spring are not felt yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578560159424067330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqL1sWIcAPQ/TWsG6JSeNwI/AAAAAAAAA4E/WRhalJJpG3E/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I just wanted to go for a very casual look today. It's only Sunday after all, I'm in the lazy kinda mood...heh, actually who the hell am I kidding? Everyday is considered a lazy day for me! I don't like to make too much effort when it comes to outfits. I literally just do the "sniff" test (you know, the same method that guys utilize? Hunt around the room, find nearest article of clothing, put said article to the nose and sniiiifffff...is it passable? If so, then score! Wear it!) and pray to God that I sorta match at least...nothin' worse than when you finally leave the house, look at yourself in public and go 0_o Wth was I thinkin' in wearing ALL of this together...all at once? Lol, but you live and you learn *shrug* I think fashion should be fun. Just remember, do what YOU want to do. So what if somebody doesn't think what you wear is "fashionable" or "trendy"? (I get a lot of stupid stares and comments from ppl sometimes. Where I live, ppl like to dress in the cookie-cutter mold. Abercrombie shirts, VS PINK sweats, and Uggs are the main attire. Not knockin' on that, just sayin' it's personally not my cup of tea). Are they the ones wearing it? HELLLLLL NO. So just keep ya chin high, and strut by those nobodies. My favorite saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You were born an original, so don't die a copy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578561789752091858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_a0i60vQQD0/TWsIZCu9pNI/AAAAAAAAA4M/WZPSBhOdFHs/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;H&amp;amp;M bookbag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578562242280987106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt75hMSkxNA/TWsIzYiQmeI/AAAAAAAAA4U/4Gm9jOS6Lz4/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;F21 ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578562581660826786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ex6MyuXgc3o/TWsJHI0t_KI/AAAAAAAAA4c/RI5_058NTdU/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;My shoes...not exactly comfortable but it got the job done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;I walked a good amount today, I'd say...and lord knows I need it! I still am so pissed I managed to gain such a significant amount of weight in such a short period of time. *Sadface*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578563426559929106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ER6KEx6DdmQ/TWsJ4UUXKxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/yyK0jIwZdng/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578563798822850194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fg5X8RVaNmQ/TWsKN_GwjpI/AAAAAAAAA4s/CJN95jIq1hU/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hmm...wonder whatcha lookin' at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578564340093091506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RluY1G21zww/TWsKtffo_rI/AAAAAAAAA48/q7ccgY-ZVAA/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Why, hello there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578564778080943698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzKHmpM42gI/TWsLG_IFPlI/AAAAAAAAA5E/PGs1Oti9Irc/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Is&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;it considered weird that I like to go rock-hunting? Like, I seriously like to just go collect rocks in the woods or park for fun...I feel like a sick weirdo sometimes.&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578565760550719810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJoE9CLnr2o/TWsMALHIUUI/AAAAAAAAA5M/veq-8J-RbcM/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Look at that beauty right up there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'm a bit disheveled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578566823897470146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_xc7yogICU/TWsM-EYwFMI/AAAAAAAAA5k/-BO0ATRMI_A/s400/4445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;It got muuuch more warm towards the latter part of the afternoon, so I took off the dark-camel H&amp;amp;M overshirt. This is the outfit that I ended up wearing later on as we went to enjoy a nice dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.meltingpot.com/"&gt;the Melting Pot&lt;/a&gt; in Arlington. I had a very guilty conscience the entire meal there. I can't even say that I thoroughly 100% enjoyed it, because mentally inside my head---I was calculating how many calories I was consuming. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MELTING POT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="search"&gt;1110 North Glebe Road&lt;br /&gt;Arlington, VA 22201&lt;br /&gt;(703) 243-4490&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578568246819395058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GSBsNosbkK8/TWsOQ5LxlfI/AAAAAAAAA50/nwUH0RzcP6A/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578568664240700626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZlfcAPHo5A/TWsOpMMxPNI/AAAAAAAAA58/Hj5PavRIN5U/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The pot that we cooked all the fondue in. Look at'ta steam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578569067264415090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ok0yTW9TLwo/TWsPAplHFXI/AAAAAAAAA6E/lVz2YuM0OAY/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The extremely cheesy, "Fiesta Cheese"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That's what we always get when we come here. You can make it as spicy as you want, and of course---we went all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578569674514817090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Aq8KSBAsc/TWsPj_w44EI/AAAAAAAAA6M/WqqbPzncIs4/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;The tortilla chips the cheese fondue came with! You also had sides of green Granny Smith apples, a bowl of carrots, cauliflowers, broccoli, and cut-up bread. (I didn't take pictures of the other side items because every time my camera went out, there was a very &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BRIGHT &lt;/span&gt;annoying flash. The dim setting at the Melting Pot sets off a comfortable and cozy ambiance, and I surely didn't want to intrude or diminish other ppl's sense of relaxation.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We ordered the "French Quarter" platter. It came with shrimp, hot sausage, chicken, and beef all marinated in a spicy Cajun concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578570711386856626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zmP0GTL1Qw/TWsQgWacnLI/AAAAAAAAA6U/iETWj5640dg/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is how it all looks in its RAW, pre-cooked stage. You toss these bad babies into the hot pot and POW!!! Ready for an orgasmic explosion in your mouth. Just be careful! Make sure you blow on it for a little bit before you pop it into your mouth. Or if you're too impatient like me, you risk burnin' your tongue in the process. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578571576582978082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9OAKvuUjZd0/TWsRSthRuiI/AAAAAAAAA6c/5vED8mBAJYA/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The French Quarter platter also came with a side of broccoli, red skin potatoes, and mushrooms to cook alongside the meats. I loved the mushrooms! And how can you go wrong with broccoli? So good for your skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the yummy sauces you can dip the meats into!&lt;br /&gt;Horseradish sauce, cocktail sauce (for the shrimp), and blue cheese sauce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578572041275758274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8TMNTEEv6vE/TWsRtwoq1sI/AAAAAAAAA6k/vIS3DXkS9ts/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sweet n' sour marmalade, curry sauce, and not sure what the last sauce is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578572473956868146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzr85Xcoc_c/TWsSG8f4oDI/AAAAAAAAA6s/HrQchwLb1Bs/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And looky here! Look at this cutesy, tiny lil' Tabasco bottle sauce. (Shhh, I copped this after the meal. It was too adorable NOT to! I put it in my purse. Who knows when I may run into a food emergency? Put Tabasco on almost anything and it will add the much-needed POW!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578573201023674962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSaCmDS1Xqg/TWsSxRCHqlI/AAAAAAAAA60/9BPH6AmspHw/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's how it all looks, presented on the plate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578573444641256786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UgV5yfoIZBA/TWsS_clE9VI/AAAAAAAAA68/mqweQEW2fAQ/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;How delicious, huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578573804823543378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tbSOgSnOco4/TWsTUaXOflI/AAAAAAAAA7E/S3H32HKfSJM/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And now time for dessert! Let's take a look at the menu, shall we? So many choices. Ohh, whatever shall we choose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, let's go with the "FLAMING TURTLE"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578574165718757010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icvhCTYSp3g/TWsTpazWbpI/AAAAAAAAA7M/3FLmtgHTL2Y/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's a mixture of caramel and pecans immersed in rich, milk chocolate. *licks lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the plate of things to dip into the chocolate. You have your chocolate marshmallows, cinnamon marshmallows, tiny bits of Rice Krispy treats, pound cake miniatures, strawberries, bananas, and teeny slice of cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578574532225975842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uklhij8iLAk/TWsT-wJexiI/AAAAAAAAA7U/WatT3wML6o4/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;So all in all, the meal was a success. Ok, here's where my grievances came in...so when I asked for the waiter to come by with the check...I was floored when I saw what the bill came out to be. I know the Melting Pot is a bit pricy...but I saw that the receipt had totaled to be $160!! Now, I know for a fact that CAN'T BE RIGHT!!! How does it come up to that grand amount for just TWO ppl??! I was looking over what he had charged us for, and he was putting us down for meals we never had even ordered. I was beyond pissed, because I knew what this motherfucker was trying to do. He was trying to "test" us to see if he could get away with swindling us for our money. This has happened many times to my friends in the past. I don't know what it is about my area, but apparently---it's a pretty common thing for waiters to do this shit. I was so angry, I called him back. I was 'bout to get his manager to come over to our table to resolve the issue, too. Of course, he tries to play it off and apologizes for his "mistake". Whatever, I was too full and almost about to engage in a "food coma" so I let it slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. When he comes back to our table to bring us a revised receipt....once again! Mofo decides to play around, and the pen he gives us DOESN'T HAVE ANY INK IN IT! J is sitting right across from me, saying, "Don't worry. I'm going to tip him with cash". Umm. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That's not the point here! &lt;/span&gt;The point is that the waiter wanted us to leave the "Tip Amount" area on the receipt &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;blank &lt;/span&gt;so he can FILL it in with the amount that he wanted, ON TOP of the cash "tip" we were going to give to him. I was BEYOND PISSED now. So the fucking waiter (of course) is nowhere to be seen/found for me to get another pen. I had to ask another waiter for her pen. I mean, I've &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/span&gt; had this horrible experience at the Melting Pot before. I like their restaurant, so I'm not going to let this one waiter bring my dinner experience down. I just hate it when ppl get so greedy, sketchy, skeezy that they think they can get away with this sort of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;foul &lt;/span&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just be careful, folks!! ALWAYS, ALWAYS look over your check when they bring it to you. Be very meticulous and cautious of some of the things shady ppl try to hustle you. It may be only a few dollars, but it's still the principle. In my case, the total bill actually only came out to be $92. Can you imagine this asshole tries to scam us by charging us $160???? *smdh* I hope karma gets him. &lt;&lt;the&gt;&lt;the&gt;&gt; I was careful enough to check my bill, I can't even begin to fathom how many other ppl who were too tired, lazy, or careless to check over their receipt. Let it be a good lesson learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I'm about to go KO in my bed. I got to get up at 5am early tomorrow for work. And the weird thing is...I'm actually ready to face my Monday morning with a big&lt;/the&gt;&lt;the style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3452072068145254239?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3452072068145254239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/boy-im-tired-of-runninglets-walk-for.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3452072068145254239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3452072068145254239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/boy-im-tired-of-runninglets-walk-for.html' title='Boy, I&apos;m tired of running...let&apos;s walk for a minute'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fitRwNHRhSI/TWsDHo87NjI/AAAAAAAAA3U/d3MJ0g1TyMk/s72-c/1234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3306480538334898193</id><published>2011-02-27T15:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:19:35.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing up</title><content type='html'>I want to punch myself. In the. Uterus. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I have managed to gain 9 lbs. in a mere 2.5 weeks is beyond my comprehension. (I thought you couldn't gain more than 2 lbs. a week or something? But now I have learned that it's actually---you SHOULD ONLY lose no more than 2 lbs. a week safely. I sure had that notion switched around in my head, hmph).  None of my pants fit. I have to literally wear all of my jeans with my top buttons&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; popped open&lt;/span&gt;, covered by a long shirt to hide my fat ass. I don't get it...can eating 2 cupcakes (my sis had baked me 12 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delicious&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red velvet&lt;/span&gt; cupcakes recently) a day really expand my waistline that greatly?? I guess I do not possess my young self metabolism any longer. Hey, Sophia. Your 18-year old body is calling...it just wants to let you know that it was never there for you...ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3306480538334898193?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3306480538334898193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3306480538334898193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/blowing-up.html' title='Blowing up'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-7237254686890079363</id><published>2011-02-20T16:47:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:54:03.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And it goes somethin' like this...</title><content type='html'>Damn, I'm on a ROLL! I don't know what's gotten into me lately but I've been going on a blog postin' frenzy. Hope I'm not blowing up your feed or nothin', lol. But trust me, this is how I am. I come n' go as I please. I might just disappear on you guys for a few months...but hopefully it won't come to that. Just never know with me! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I finally dragged my lazy ass out of the house for the day. Didn't really do much, just hit up the mall. I mean, it isn't nearly as windy as it was yesterday but the weather is still sort of cold. I didn't want to do anything outdoors really. I usually like to chill at the park or just walk around at the harbors. Oh well, maybe in a few weeks I can do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;, I saw this cute Hello Kitty gift card! How cute, right? I'm glad that they're finally sprucing things up a bit and not just going with the plain ol' typical gift card with the H&amp;amp;M logo stamped on it. Who wouldn't want to receive this pretty little thing as a present??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vaabn4ke0Y/TWGMtjzt7XI/AAAAAAAAA1M/EWPay4lZjX0/s400/sxt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575892527995546994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F21&lt;/span&gt;, guess what I came across?? Literally, my sis and I were freakin' out a few weeks ago because we wanted these floral-printed Mary Jane's. But they were SOLD-OUT online before we could purchase 'em. So today when I saw them, I actually gasped aloud and gravitated toward them like a dog to a fire hydrant, lol!  I'm sure the other shoppers around me thought I was in a drug-induced stupor of sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFLhgBMK1V0/TWGNZZdT32I/AAAAAAAAA1U/KrQh1AqpIfQ/s400/sxt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575893281131454306" border="0" /&gt;After trying them on, however, I was majorly DISAPPOINTED. These shoes were over 5 inches, I believe? They are soo NOT COMFORTABLE. Like...at all. :(  They pinched the feet so badly, and they made walking so hard. I looked like I was stomping on grapes to make into wine, you shoulda seen how I was trying to glide around in my "test walk" throughout the store. IF I can't even survive the floors of F21, there ain't NO way in hell I can walk with these bad babies out on the real streets of DC. I was super sad to let 'em go....after all the searching, I finally found them. But it just wasn't meant to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmxhnncbOF4/TWGOQ-gHpUI/AAAAAAAAA1c/OUMYQf8jlIc/s400/sxt3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575894235968152898" border="0" /&gt;^^^With the picture above, I just wanted to show you guys this chic purse I got a few days ago at my local thrift shop. I'm suddenly very into thrifting, as I find that it is such an adventure! You never know what you are going to come across. And it really makes it so mysterious and exciting to ponder who the previous owners were, and why did they get rid of these little treasures that are now mine? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the outfit that I wore out today. I feel so fuckin' bloated for some odd reason. I shouldn't though! I'm not on my period. The only thing I can figure is that I have been eating really unhealthy for the past two weeks. No lie! I've been eating like I only have a few more months to live or somethin'. Anything you put in front of me, I'm gonna stab my fork in it and shove it all in my mouth. I don't even think I chew these days, I merely inhale. What a pig, damn. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for shitty quality, iPhone is not the best means of taking pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul--uhIqUY0/TWGPHkLY7xI/AAAAAAAAA1k/d2ic-pzNNRI/s400/sxt7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575895173794688786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lhatl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lshirt insidel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loutside shirtl denim, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;local thrift shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lleggingsl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lshoesl black boots, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3PRKkl7C1Y/TWGQKYDRMJI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5weHUvDG2jI/s400/sxtx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575896321590636690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate how the dressing room lighting makes you look so yellow like one of the characters on the Simpson's? Sometimes when I'm in there for too long, I start to get a bit d.i.z.z.y.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here below is the outfit that I walked away with. Everything is still my own clothes, except for the shorts. I ended up getting it. It was only $11.80! Too good to pass up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjylut5VyQg/TWGRPZqo50I/AAAAAAAAA2E/HqHIO_2EYXM/s400/sxt4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575897507435177794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0o589BEhG9Y/TWGRmJwHU9I/AAAAAAAAA2M/Y4pf1_FbifE/s400/sxt5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575897898300167122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aQrIBs-MjI/TWGSGbIyCJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/GTWIPjbCgAc/s400/sxtn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575898452722845842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to hit up the &lt;a href="http://www.coldstonecreamery.com/"&gt;Cold Stone Creamery&lt;/a&gt;, because all of that shoppin' was just getting to me! And while we were waiting for our "No Fair Funnel Cake" Strawberry ice cream creation, I was patiently tapping the table with my freshly painted nails! (I get soooooooo bored with my nail colors, and have to switch it pretty often. The previous mango color was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty &lt;/span&gt;but ehhh...I wanted something much more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muted&lt;/span&gt;). So I painted it with Essie's "&lt;a href="http://www.essie.com/shop/sand-tropez-p-366.html"&gt;Sand Tropez&lt;/a&gt;", which is a new color in their collection. The ring on my pointer finger is one that I just bought today, too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTfe6H6_9sc/TWGS9Z5-QyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/JD4910q3r1U/s400/sxt8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575899397285102370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewww, look at how pale I am. I hate, hate, hate that! You can always see the green veins in my hands &amp;amp; arms. I have this real gross trick I can do with latex hand gloves, you can literally see RIGHT THRU my hands! You can see all of the circulating and nasty shit. Damn, I'm a freak of nature lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a better view so you can check out the color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Hhi8Y0zGLM/TWGToTr6_BI/AAAAAAAAA2k/cPWhB9wcjMI/s400/sxt9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575900134349929490" border="0" /&gt;And finally after the long-awaited 5 minutes, they finished making my damn funnel cake ice cream! I ate the whole ENTIRE thing in less than 3 minutes. Like I said, I didn't even chew. I just inhaled that goodness into my belly! It was a disgusting sight to witness. I had ice cream all over the side of my lips...gaah. At least it didn't transfer onto my shirt, as I usually experience that when I'm in my ravenous state. *sly shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNXVuP2uvp8/TWGUdtg2SxI/AAAAAAAAA2s/yxWnGdWozTY/s400/sxt10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575901051815873298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here's a closer look at the funnel cake part of this concoction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LApeR3lCpqk/TWGUqxXbmEI/AAAAAAAAA20/24DseVR9ZHA/s400/sxt11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575901276188416066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funnel cake was so soggy and limp ("&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's what she said&lt;/span&gt;", hahaha). No wonder it's called the "No Fair Funnel Cake". This is definitely not the delicious, crispy funnel cake you get at your local county fair! But the ice cream and strawberries made up for the disappointment. Honestly, you just can't go wrong with the Cold Stone Creamery. Ice cream FTW!! *whoop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnnnd *drumroll* pls! The perfect ending to my day?? I got &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P231422&amp;amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;at Sephora!!! It's the PACIFICA Hawaiian Ruby Guava Spray Perfume.  It's sooooooooooooooooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DELICIOUS&lt;/span&gt; SMELLING! I had two of the Sales Associates pass me by and almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maul &lt;/span&gt;me to death because they were trying to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sniff &lt;/span&gt;me out. *gasp* They wanted to know what I was wearing that smelled so damn good. I might have gone overload on this when I was testing out the "TEST ME!" sampler bottle of it. Hahaha, don't front. You know you go crazy when you go into those beauty stores and dose yourself a good bath in the perfume. Hmm, or only me? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hangs head in shame* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twhfxhpaPmk/TWGXnXN42QI/AAAAAAAAA28/jSmcd1EN2Vw/s400/sxt12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575904516164344066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this with my iPhone camera, so no idea why the image came out so majorly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;distorted&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda looks neat, though! It's only $22 for 1.2 ounces, so not bad. I can't wait to rock this scent when spring  or summer comes. It's definitely something that will make heads turn and noses twitch in arousal. It has a sultry, sexy blend of sweet guava, bright pomelo, and warm coconut. Make 'em guys go cuckoo for you, ladies!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm bored now. Hope everyone is enjoying the last bit of their weekend! Rest up! The next week is coming, *blows hair out of face* Bye, loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to leave you with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuTbB-d12A0"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;...one of my favorite oldie love song! (Funny story...when I was born, my parents actually bickered over the fate of my name. My mom wanted to name me "Diana", after Princess Diana. But my dad was infatuated and obsessed with Sophia Loren...haha, I'mma let you figure out who won the fight. I think I make a better Sophia than a Diana! Glad my dad proved to be the victor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fuTbB-d12A0" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-7237254686890079363?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/7237254686890079363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-it-goes-somethin-like-this.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7237254686890079363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7237254686890079363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-it-goes-somethin-like-this.html' title='And it goes somethin&apos; like this...'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vaabn4ke0Y/TWGMtjzt7XI/AAAAAAAAA1M/EWPay4lZjX0/s72-c/sxt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8387947416536487572</id><published>2011-02-20T10:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:52:51.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But that's fly by night for you, and the sky I write</title><content type='html'>Current song in rotation: "The Light" - Common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frigid &lt;/span&gt;cold morning of 37 degrees, I'm still at home in my jammers. I know I should be dressed by now...but somethin' about being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;butt lounging around at home on a Sunday morning is just far too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enticing&lt;/span&gt;. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, only one more month until spring comes! I am soo ready for the sun to bathe and bask me in all of its comforting warmth and inviting illumination. Until then, I suppose my soul shall settle in content with the lingering days of this wintry detention. 'Cause truthfully at this point, I feel like I'm being detained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTMl2J76_Ac/TWE1-g6D_mI/AAAAAAAAA0s/uqQhLOhljm0/s400/snt10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575797161763012194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEzNeWtlM2M/TWE3OvbS_NI/AAAAAAAAA00/ZfEHCH3DjX8/s400/snt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575798540050037970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2j5pUzdKvU/TWE3buEDHXI/AAAAAAAAA08/R5slR9L94Wk/s400/snt5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575798763022392690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0zfgEdtEvI/TWE3l8dHS8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/X-u2CaS-LBU/s400/snt9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575798938684312514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The tenderest touch, leaves the darkest of marks,&lt;br /&gt;and the kindest of kisses break even the&lt;br /&gt;hardest of hearts..."&lt;br /&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/2040207145187111068-8387947416536487572?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8387947416536487572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/but-thats-fly-by-night-for-you-and-sky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8387947416536487572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8387947416536487572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/but-thats-fly-by-night-for-you-and-sky.html' title='But that&apos;s fly by night for you, and the sky I write'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTMl2J76_Ac/TWE1-g6D_mI/AAAAAAAAA0s/uqQhLOhljm0/s72-c/snt10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-4976998300397882138</id><published>2011-02-19T15:08:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:59:16.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gypsy woman</title><content type='html'>Current song in rotation: "Gypsy Woman" - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE WEEEEEEEEEEEKEND!!!! *punches air in excitement* Thank Buddha it's the weekend, this week has absolutely been one of the longest. For some odd reason, as soon as it starts to get warmer...I tend to get much more sleepier and lethargic at work. I actually called off work this past Thursday...the weather was so damn beautiful! In the '60's (and this is coming from the previous week where it's been so c.h.i.l.l.y). As a matter of fact, yesterday it was in the 70's!!!!! I was so confused...couldn't decide whether to bust out the booty shorts or sweet floral tube dresses...but alas, I decided to play it safe with a long-sleeve dress, knee-high socks and my Oxford's. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is W I N D Y as hell. It's so SCARY to drive over 60mph on the highway. This weather makes me so nervous to be driving. Literally, wind gusts have been clocked in at well OVER 30 miles-per-hour! I can't even walk straight, I'm stumbling and holding onto the railings as I'm walking by. This reminds me of a funny story. When I was 5, one of my favorite uncles told me to hug the trees whenever it was too windy. He scared me by telling me that I would BLOW AWAY if I wasn't careful. So, my kindergarten teacher used to come over to me at break time to ask if I was ok...she saw me all in the field by myself, holding onto a tree with my dear life. All the other kids would be out playing on the playground but I was all by my lonesome self. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my weekend has been pretty chill. I don't expect anything otherthan that. As we grow up, I think we find peace and relaxation in doing the more mundane things. Clubbing, going out constantly, drinking, and all the other activities that used to excite me...really has no more bearing over me. I find it rather boring actually. I'm really too young to be feelin' this old...but I do, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot1ESY6B6u8/TWAk9FIhx2I/AAAAAAAAAzU/d2ojdjIJ_y0/s400/snt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575496970453239650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the look I rocked today when I went to Eden Shopping Center (it's a huge center that has countless Vietnamese deli shops, restaurants, beauty stores, etc etc). I hate going there! And from what I can recall, I think I did a post on this place once about a year ago. I just hate being here. Just image a place where all Asian ppl congregate...yeah, parking lot is a nightmare. Ppl can't drive and it's just so damn crowded! I get claustrophobic. But I was reallllly craving this one dish from "&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/huong-viet-restaurant-falls-church"&gt;Huong Viet&lt;/a&gt;" Restaurant. It's called "Ga Ro-ti" (caramelized chicken). So fucking goood! I didn't take any picture, oopsie. But it's seriously to die for! So if you in the DMV area, check this place out. The service is SHIT though, I almost lost my cool beans a few times. The servers are never attentive and it's super crowded in the tiny packed restaurant. It didn't help that I can't speak Vietnamese either. So whenever I asked for a knife or an extra bowl, the server never returned with it. When J asked them in Vietnamese, they always came back with the requested item. I really need to learn how to speak Vietnamese! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-3YmxPjIgw/TWAmOcBcUDI/AAAAAAAAAzc/IMyhZcIZwZ0/s400/snt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575498368166940722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was so windy, I decided to utilize one of my scarves and turn it into a head scarf. I actually had to refer to Anneorshine on YT, since she made one of the most HELPFUL &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rmA7YCkctQ"&gt;scarf&lt;/a&gt; tutorials. I used her "Gypsy" Look (the 2nd look in the video), and I love the result! I figured since my hair was going to get messed up anyway due to the weather, I might as well try to find a way to work with the element!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9ieihRLXZ4/TWAnDdGYyXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/BhLsjN-OU04/s400/snt_head_scarf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575499278989183346" border="0" /&gt;I think I got this scarf from Forever21 awhile back. Um, my hair is so freakin' wavy. I found this one hair product that &lt;a href="http://peonylim.blogspot.com/2011/01/staying-in-good-condition.html"&gt;Peony Lim&lt;/a&gt; had recommended on her blog. It's called the Phillip Kingsley Elasticizer. It's pretty legit! I leave it on my hair overnight. I don't wash it out. I just leave it on the tips of my hair (it's drier than the rest of the parts of my hair). And voila! Silky, managable hair in the morning. Be careful not to put TOOMUCH on, it can leave a greasy residue behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVABYa6JdOA/TWAoHGQyvqI/AAAAAAAAAzs/h6kDlBHvUPU/s400/snt_hair_necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575500441089916578" border="0" /&gt;Look how long my hair is not! It's at my boob-level! Lol! This is coming from a girl who could never grow her hair past her shoulders. I've been eating so healthy for the past three months. I eat a lot of eggs, fish, meat, and drink milk pretty regularly now (even though I'm mildly lactose-intolerant). I hardly use heat on my hair anymore, and when I do...I make sure I use a good heat protectant. I try not to work AGAINST my hair texture anymore. I used to straighten my hair EVERYFLIPPIN'DAY with my iron...like, I would straighten and re-straighten the same piece of hair four times! Can you believe that? I was obsessed with *pin* straight hair. But now, I just learn to embrace my messy hair waves. *shrugs* Maybe I just wasn't meant to have the straight-hair look, lol. Oh! By the way, do you like my feather necklace? I don't know what's going on but I'm seriously loving the Bohemian look. I am FOR SURE going to channel a lot of that into my spring wardrobe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBjm8rq3SoM/TWAo6FRQoDI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Fe9TDGlhIOc/s400/snt_necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575501316996767794" border="0" /&gt;I'm also wearing a crochet, see-through shirt in the pic above. I wore that out today, but since it was so windy...it felt weird to be experiencing the extreme breezes beating against my poor little body. And I have on my faux sequin snake-skin lookin' leggings on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrrFraTH1Fs/TWAp7qnodnI/AAAAAAAAA0M/o5NGom_EbB4/s400/snt_snake_leggings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575502443714213490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my nails, I have on Revlon's "Mad about Mango"...it's beautiful! Girls AND guys have come up to compliment me on it. You know it's goodstuff when you have a guy say about your nails, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRB4FhLKYOI/TWApTHUpT4I/AAAAAAAAAz8/7VAiYO6DX7A/s400/snt_mango_nails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575501747044568962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1UF-kHAl3Jc/TWApzNCHK3I/AAAAAAAAA0E/ezvaFwI8Tac/s400/snt_mango_ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575502298333260658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I don't know if I ever told you guys that I got a tattoo about 2 weeks ago. I got it on my elbow. For some reason, I was being such a big baby about it during the entire ordeal. I was wincing and groaning like a little puppy. UM HELLO!!! I actually should have saved that for my first tattoo when I got that shit on my ribs. THAT would have been much more warranted. But on the elbow? That shoulda been child's play for me. The tat artist was like, "Are you serious? Like, you could take the pain for the ribs but for somethin' like the elbow..you gon cry over this?" *shakes head in shame* But anyway...I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITCHIN&lt;/span&gt;' for my next tat. I don't know *exactly* where I want to get it, though. And for this very reason, I will decide to wait it out...and prolly get it later on in the summer. I have the tendency to make very RUSHED, impulsive decisions. That's one of the downsides about me...I don't really think things thru. Ever. I just kinda do whatever I want. When I want. Lol. But looking at some of these pictures on &lt;a href="http://rodeo.net/tattoologist/"&gt;Tattoologist&lt;/a&gt; site has got me yearning for more! I do know I want a bird of some kind. So far, all of my tattoos have been words or phrases. I'm looking for a detailing picture on my body now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3S84oBgnI0/TWArSzu07mI/AAAAAAAAA0U/4H8fl7Kho0o/s400/Bird_tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575503940808928866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQBWCpVgYss/TWArfRvoDvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/t9aFzs0i2tk/s400/Bird_flying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575504155023773426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last pic is so fuckin' sick!!!!!! I would LOVELOVE to do this one day. But knowing me, it's a bit too over-the-top for me. I don't think I could ever pull it off. It's a beautiful creation though, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Htva_DrgWE/TWAr2rtntUI/AAAAAAAAA0k/8g9LpmZ8AR0/s400/bone_tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575504557131674946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;And on the final note, I just want to thank &lt;a href="http://xgianger.blogspot.com/2011/02/wanna-be-lone-stargiveaway-weiner.html"&gt;Giang &lt;/a&gt;for hosting such a great giveaway! I actually won! I'm normally not the type to EVER win anything. (Not even those stupid lottery $5 scratch-off's, lol). It feels great to be a winner...as opposed to a loser! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-4976998300397882138?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/4976998300397882138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/gypsy-woman.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4976998300397882138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4976998300397882138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/gypsy-woman.html' title='Gypsy woman'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot1ESY6B6u8/TWAk9FIhx2I/AAAAAAAAAzU/d2ojdjIJ_y0/s72-c/snt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-164532397870978559</id><published>2011-02-11T22:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T22:19:02.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See you on the Southside</title><content type='html'>Current song in rotation: "Southside" - Lloyd ft. Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WSY-ngQccI/TVX63NmnoYI/AAAAAAAAAys/KuQ40P8XYXE/s400/winter_background.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572635940392247682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G28M49KHumY/TVX7Cd8wU-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/j2saQYP9uCg/s400/winter_tyme_use.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572636133758620642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIR4ISPnWMQ/TVX7OHwfaLI/AAAAAAAAAy8/oOsd2AhBrAY/s400/mahogany_purse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572636333960030386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9f07WJH_bUQ/TVX7ZrZmHlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/x0L7A5WlOi8/s400/oxford_shoes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572636532506238546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet me at the southside&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we can go hide...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-164532397870978559?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/164532397870978559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-you-on-southside.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/164532397870978559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/164532397870978559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-you-on-southside.html' title='See you on the Southside'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WSY-ngQccI/TVX63NmnoYI/AAAAAAAAAys/KuQ40P8XYXE/s72-c/winter_background.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8686169818707019984</id><published>2011-02-08T22:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:23:41.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inspiraboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are some of my current inspirations. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling &lt;/span&gt;it all so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TVIHbrBeXDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/CzXUDvV0p_w/s400/123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571523860997495858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TVIHSiKpvzI/AAAAAAAAAyU/rwHu8ZrOyEY/s400/Desert_eyebrows_rhinestone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571523704001249074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TVIHkXrQ4eI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OMI35_hFlpg/s400/sophie-srej_camilla-armbrust7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571524010422886882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A lot of stress right now. I'm trying to keep it all under control with each passing breath. That's the good and bad thing about life. It's all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;temporary&lt;/span&gt;. The good things come and pass. The bad things never outstay their visit. And we can choose to roll with the times, or stay in the past behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-8686169818707019984?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8686169818707019984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-inspiraboard.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8686169818707019984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8686169818707019984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-inspiraboard.html' title='My Inspiraboard'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TVIHbrBeXDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/CzXUDvV0p_w/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-2899887885394719387</id><published>2011-02-06T09:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T10:28:27.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring needs to come already!</title><content type='html'>Song in rotation: "Make it Work"~ Ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, lovelies! How are y'all doing? Hope everyone is thoroughly enjoying their weekend. Did everyone get a lot of money from the Asian New Year? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TU61RssqgxI/AAAAAAAAAx0/6VcUNZsDvSg/s400/22340550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570589104764781330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category_name=btms&amp;amp;product_id=2000010250&amp;amp;Page=1&amp;amp;pgcount=100"&gt;overall&lt;/a&gt;'s ( &lt;-- click to buy on their site) I got from F21 a few weeks ago. The shirt I'm wearing is one that I absolutely LOVE, I got that from H&amp;amp;M around the same time. Haha, it was cold as heck so that's why I had the furry Russian hat on ( from H&amp;amp;M as well). I think I'll be wearing this outfit out once spring hits, MINUS the hat of course. I don't think I'd ever wear the hat with this outfit, it'd look way too silly. Unfortch, the DC metro area is just not as fashion-forward as I'd like...wish I could be livin' in NYC or somethin', where wearing something like this would not even turn heads. Here, they'd look at you like you're a three-headed monster. Do any of you guys ever feel that way?? Like, what you're wearing feel sooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal &lt;/span&gt;and sooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;...but when you walk out to grab a cup of coffee or a bite to eat, you feel *eyes* staring at you...I don't really care but it does get rude and annoying after awhile. I'm guilty of this, but I do my bitchface when that happens. I never stare, that's so f'ing rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to snag some new 4.5" inch Guess stiletto's from my favorite place ever---ROSS! I enjoy going there so much because it always feel like an adventure. There's so many neat things hiding there, and all it takes is for the "hunter" in you to seek out those treasures! These babies were originally $90 or something, I got them for a steal at only $39.99! Whoo-hoo for the discount!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TU62X_zO-4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/fegcdfcGang/s400/GUESS_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570590312483453826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Here's the view from the side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TU627080aUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/533AGW-0q0I/s400/GUESS_shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570590928046156098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and a little bit of update on my life...so after my bf and I had broken up about a month ago...there was this NEW guy that entered the picture. We met actually around the end of Halloween. He was the one who actually came up to me (love it when guys get ballsy enough to do it! Of course, not in a CREEPER status sort of way, lol. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just be real with me&lt;/span&gt;. I hate it when guys drop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lame &lt;/span&gt;pick-up lines). I was actually on lunch break with one of my co-worker's and he came up to me to ask where I was from (I always like to fuck with ppl when they ask me this. I told him I just came from work in Chantilly, lol. But obviously, they want to know which country. Which is weird, I always find that akward. I don't see white ppl asking each other which country they're from?) Then he proceeded to tell me how he thought I was beautiful, which ussssssuuuaaaaaallly when I hear this---I just roll my eyes because how cheesy is that. But with this guy, I knew he was being genuine...he just had that inner-dork/cute quality about him. Plus, he was GOOD-looking. I know looks are not the definitive deal-breaker, but you know how it is...first impressions are everything. So what I liked about him was that he didn't ask for my # outright. Instead, he asked me permission to give his # to me. How sweet, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeelllll...we started to hit it off right from there. We went to have dinner, to which I demanded that he trek from his city to mine (not really a long drive, but our highways here really suck and are congested)...he got lost and almost gave up because where I live is VERY CONFUSING. There's a lot of lanes and confusing signs because it's where you're trying to figure out where to get on 95/495/395. But regardless, he still made the journey out to see me. It was a pleasant dinner. :) But here's where the trouble started...I don't know what it exactly is. But I guess I started to rub him the wrong way. I'm pretty spoiled, and NEVER have I ever denied that. Pretty much in the beginning of a relationship, I'm demanding. It's almost like I'm "testing" the dude. I'll be spewing out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ridiculous &lt;/span&gt;requests just to see how far I can push the guy. I know it's not nice and mature thing to do, but I'm basically seeing if this guy is going to be in it for the long haul with me. Well, with this new guy he started to get real antsy and irritated pretty quick into our relationship. (Not sure if this has anything to do with it, but he's Caucasian. My previous bf's have primarily been Asian. I've dated ppl of ALL races though. That's just how I am, my area is very very diverse!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, he would PUT up with me. About 2 months into our "whatever"---cuz I don't even know what to call it, we're not exactly established as "bf/gf" yet---reverse the roles, and now I'M GETTING very frustrated with the situation. I don't want to be tied down in a relationship, because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hel-lo&lt;/span&gt;! I just got out of one that lasted for almost 4 years. I'm just trying to enjoy my newfound &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single &lt;/span&gt;status...which is hard because it feels as though I'm stuck in a new one now. So I guess, I've slowly been pulling myself AWAY from him. And he keeps texting me to ask what's up, how come I haven't been responding to him...I don't know what to say! It's not him, it's me, lol. What a lame excuse, right? But honestly, I don't know...he's nice, he's going to be in a great career field soon, he's goodlooking (but we already knew that, lol)...so I don't know what's going on with me. I just want to find someone who makes me tingle and flutter with excitement! But who knows? Maybe that's all those damn Disney movies mindfucking me. I'm jelly of all you's ppl who DO have that. So really...I've been avoiding him. Because I'm truly not sure if I'm just not that into him, or maybe I'm on my period right now and it's causing me to act hormonal. But somehow in the process, he's beating himself over it. He point-blank asks me, "Is it something that I've done that has driven you away? In case you couldn't tell, I'm not the most normal of guys. I try, but I fail". Errr....I just ignored that text. I don't have anything to say. I used to think boys were so confusing, but in all actuality---it's probably just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been almost 3 months with him now, and at this point---we fight almost every other week. I thought the first six months were the "honeymoon" phase?? With us, it feels like we're in the beginning divorce phase...and it's always over the DUMBEST things that we choose to fight about. I'm just over it, really. There's too many other guys who ARE trying to get to know me, and for me to just waste my time on him is useless. I don't regret anything because I DID try my very best to make it work. *shrug* Onto the next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. End of rant. This was pretty pointless. I just needed to get this off my chest and out of my head. It's been like a toxicity slowing building up inside me. Glad to rid of it for the time being. Anybody else having boy troubles? Do share! It really does feel much more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relieving &lt;/span&gt;to get it out of you. Btw, check out &lt;a href="http://www.loveblendnbeauty.com/"&gt;LoveBLENDnBeauty&lt;/a&gt; 's site---this girl hits it right on the nail for many of the issues that girls encounter when it comes to the opposite sex!! I've been reading her entries regularly to try to make sense of some of the things I'm going thru right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, being the very optimistic person that I am. Looky what I got to prepare for upcoming V-Day! &lt;33 I just gotta find my prisoner of love now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TU68Cfh3ZwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/D34S1Iaf4Cg/s400/love_cuffs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570596540113184514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-2899887885394719387?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/2899887885394719387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/spring-needs-to-come-already.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2899887885394719387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2899887885394719387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/spring-needs-to-come-already.html' title='Spring needs to come already!'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TU61RssqgxI/AAAAAAAAAx0/6VcUNZsDvSg/s72-c/22340550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-1930433412652567649</id><published>2011-02-04T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:55:55.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you ever forget &lt; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TUxnnQW8GRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-XusHWSyx3g/s1600/RECITE%2BEVERYDAY.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TUxnnQW8GRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-XusHWSyx3g/s400/RECITE%2BEVERYDAY.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569940763254200594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-1930433412652567649?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/1930433412652567649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/1930433412652567649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-you-ever-forget-3.html' title='Don&apos;t you ever forget &lt; 3'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TUxnnQW8GRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-XusHWSyx3g/s72-c/RECITE%2BEVERYDAY.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-596895133727198234</id><published>2011-01-17T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:01:22.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The moon will illuminate my room, And soon I'm consumed by my doom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTUBHIenPqI/AAAAAAAAAxg/eDnmThCXf7Q/s1600/Kid_Cudi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTUBHIenPqI/AAAAAAAAAxg/eDnmThCXf7Q/s320/Kid_Cudi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563354136732712610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, seriously want babies with this man. When I think of my ideal guy...Kid Cudi has got it all. He has that tough "I-dont-give-a-fuck" attitude, and yet deep down...you know he's a pretty intuitive and soulful piece of work. It's just a front, I think. He has that swagger, his style is always on point and yet once again, it all looks so effortless and easy on him. He didn't have the best childhood growing up...but then again, which one of us really truly did? I love this man. I love his music. I listen to his shit every single day! It's probably rotting my brain since his music is considered "stoner music", but I could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down below is a video of him in NYC singing one of my top 3 favorite Cudi songs, it's "Soundtrack 2 My Life"...which basically in a nutshell details sorta why he is the way he is now, how his upbringing played a significant impact in his everlasting, lingering sadness that he still experiences to this day. He's drunk in the video, I think...but you can DEFINITELY see his passion and emotion penetrating through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuk-XZA8vls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuk-XZA8vls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below is the studio album version, just as good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-XW-fCoGE8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-XW-fCoGE8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-596895133727198234?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/596895133727198234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/01/moon-will-illuminate-my-room-and-soon.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/596895133727198234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/596895133727198234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/01/moon-will-illuminate-my-room-and-soon.html' title='The moon will illuminate my room, And soon I&apos;m consumed by my doom'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTUBHIenPqI/AAAAAAAAAxg/eDnmThCXf7Q/s72-c/Kid_Cudi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-1097809100390795713</id><published>2011-01-16T10:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:18:27.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripped out</title><content type='html'>I've been up since 5 o' clock this morning. I twisted and writhed around in my bed. I tried to stuff a pillow over my face, to block out the impending brightness that was seeping through the chipped cracks of my windows. Nothing helped. So reluctantly, I pulled myself up and tripped over the cords in my room (stupid hair straightener and blow-dyer, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TK1bi4emEkk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TK1bi4emEkk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to this song whenever I want to zone out...you know what I mean? I find that my sleep pattern is pretty fucked up. My body lays in absolute stillness...but my mind is flying at 1,000 miles-per-hour. It's pretty stressful. That's why I listen to "zombie" music (as my friend calls it...but it's not really? I like Modest Mouse a lot, lol). I listen to it over and over and over until my brain turns into mush. I like to numb myself...I don't do drugs. I don't smoke. I don't drink (well, hardly ever). But the one thing I do indulge myself in is some good mellow music. I do whatever it takes to numb my mind. I don't want to think anymore right now. I just want to enforce my actions, not necessarily back it up behind any reasoning. Make me a robot. I don't care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-1097809100390795713?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/1097809100390795713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/01/tripped-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/1097809100390795713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/1097809100390795713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/01/tripped-out.html' title='Tripped out'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3616897323681279898</id><published>2011-01-15T20:13:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:31:00.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a ROLL, Don't roll me too hard tho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[CLICK to enlarge any of the pictures]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, wowza. I'm on a rolll, ladiess! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJGteOiFVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ZFDaJer7p6Q/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJGteOiFVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ZFDaJer7p6Q/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562586236778059090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a teeny weeny haul I had back last month. Nothing exciting, lol, but just the necessities that I needed at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJHHA9s4kI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ry6DHYHDCOc/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJHHA9s4kI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ry6DHYHDCOc/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562586675599434306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to see what the hype was about NARS blush in "Deep Throat". The name is so naughty, me likes! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJHeRMX4bI/AAAAAAAAAv4/s05_BDekq6c/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJHeRMX4bI/AAAAAAAAAv4/s05_BDekq6c/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562587075092930994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how it looks like without any camera flash. It looks nice, but as you know NARS blush are highly pigmented....so the trick is to NOT pack this shit on, or else you be lookin' like Bozo the Clown. It's so hard for me to pull this color off since I'm so pale in the winter. I AM FOR SURE going to be usin' the hell out of it when summer comes along. I miss my tan so so much. As you already heard me whining about in my previous post. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJIJ2JoKYI/AAAAAAAAAwA/3IA8NUK3yy8/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJIJ2JoKYI/AAAAAAAAAwA/3IA8NUK3yy8/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562587823747901826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got the MAC Paint Pot in "Rubenesque". My first MAC Paint Pot ever was the Painterly Pot, which I loooooooooove!!!! It covers any darkness of your eye, so you can put on your eyeshadow and have the color truly show up (moreso than if you were to just pack the eyeshadow on without any primer, but you already knew that! Lol, smarties you are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJKNs0lERI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8N88TZGGFNQ/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJKNs0lERI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8N88TZGGFNQ/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562590088986431762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how it looks swatched. So beautiful, eh? I love how it has a shimmer to it. It definitely makes your eyeshadows "POP"! I use this bad baby every day, eeeiiii. I'm in L-0=V-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJKsi7BKwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/2NBvH7yJzVw/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJKsi7BKwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/2NBvH7yJzVw/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562590618905029378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also picked up 2 MAC brushes. The left brush is a blush brush. It's so soft and cute looking (but, Sophie, you're asking...how the heck can a brush be "cute"?? HUSH!!! I say it is!!) The one on the far right is the lip brush. I don't know how often you guys wash all of your make-up brushes but I have a nasty confession to get off my chest...I used to never wash my brushes. Ok, NOT NEVER...but might as well be considered. I only washed it, like, once a month. Ewwwwwww. Nasty, right? But since my as-of-late breakout's on my face...I've literally washed all of my brushes TWICE a week (at one point, it was FOUR times!). I've become so paranoid, lol. I guess in a way, those little pimples were a blessing in disguise. It made me re-analyze how unhygienic my practices were. *hangs head down in shame* But I am a changed woman now, I tell ya!!! Changed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJLubckgeI/AAAAAAAAAwY/msb-J54Qz4A/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJLubckgeI/AAAAAAAAAwY/msb-J54Qz4A/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562591750769639906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehe, also copped me a lipstick. MAC, again! It's called "Cyber". I was a bit hesistant when I was looking at it, because goshdarn--LOOK HOW dark it is! I don't want to look like a 16-year old screamo/emo/gothic girl (not that there's anything wrong of that sort, just not my cup of tea). But it was so intriguing, I just couldn't resist. I know darker lips had been pretty big this season, so ohhh what the heck. I grabbed it, paid for it, put it on as I left the store. Got stared at in the mall. But who the fuck cares?? It felt so "me"!!!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The pic below was from 3 weeks ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJMjE70mmI/AAAAAAAAAwg/FJkF5m9TmtI/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJMjE70mmI/AAAAAAAAAwg/FJkF5m9TmtI/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562592655259769442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I was, wearing it. Lol, I love how I'm doing the "Asian squat". Honestly, NO FUCKING LIE! That's my favorite position!! It feels so comfortable to me. My co-workers always make fun of me because sometimes they'll find me hiding out in another room, doing the Asian squat. I do it whenever my tummy hurts (bad food, anyone?) or whenever I'm feeling particularly stressed. It just calms me down. So there you go! Another weird tidbit about me, I'm sure you didn't want to know lol. Wow, I'm just putting myself out there today, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJNlyJy6uI/AAAAAAAAAwo/AibmCzRjttA/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJNlyJy6uI/AAAAAAAAAwo/AibmCzRjttA/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562593801269340898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, and as an update. You remember how I had previously stated in one of my past blog entries that my bf and I had broken up? Well...yes...we are still not together. But I always try to remain on amicable terms with all of my ex's (haha, in theory...doesn't always necessarily happen as planned but whatev). Well, J and I are still good friends. I still care for him. A lot. The "fire" isn't there anymore, but I still like to be around him. I crack him up, he makes me smile. It all works out. I am much better as a friend, than as a girlfriend. I don't want to hurt anyone...but I do things how I want to. I can't be with someone and still be true to myself, or at least I haven't find the right way to. I'm far too selfish and impatient to put up with anyone right now but me (but that's only cuz I'm stuck in this body. It's not by choice, lol). I don't think he gets it completely 100%, because he still has feelings for me. But I'm gonna try my darnest to make this friendship work, at the very least!!! So today, he and I went out to Cheesecake Factory at Tyson's. I am craving fatty foods, a lot of fatty foods! Usually, I aim for Asian food because I tend to crave Thai or sushi (I could eat that all day, every day for the rest of my life!) But since I'm on my monthly girlie thing, I gotta have a lot of fat in my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJO5jdfC2I/AAAAAAAAAww/fpDicJ6wqOA/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJO5jdfC2I/AAAAAAAAAww/fpDicJ6wqOA/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562595240434404194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of their Strawberry Lemonade's. It tastes mighty fresh n' fruity! Just how I like my drinks. Ohhh, that cutie little thing you see right there is a toy I got in one of those McDonald Happy Meals. It's sooooo cute! When you press the top of her head (her hair), she squeaks out, "It's sooooo BEEEEAUTIFULLL". I always press this when I'm feeling down. Hahahaha. Lame, but it makes me smile. I was busy, annoying J by overly pressing her head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJPq7v8ZxI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ABnRUgq5GJA/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJPq7v8ZxI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ABnRUgq5GJA/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562596088767866642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To start off, I ordered the Beets Arugula Salad. One of my friends is OBSESSED with this. She always talks about this, so I was curious enough to order it. But first off, I had nooo idea what beets tasted like. I never tasted them before in my life! They look so scary. They're reddish-purple and look so creepy. I actually wasted 5 minutes of our poor waiter's life by asking dumbass questions ("Um...so what are beets?", "How do they taste like? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrunching my nose&lt;/span&gt;*, "Why do they look like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;?", etc etc.) To the point where he was like, "Umm...if you want. I could just run to the kitchen and get you a little piece to sample??" Haha, that's when I knew I crossed the line. I was like, awwww fuckit. Just put me down for one of those!!! They actually are not that bad tasting, but once again...definitely NOT my cup of tea. They taste bitter, and I hate anything bitter tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJQwip1phI/AAAAAAAAAxI/gW04B4kqbh8/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJQwip1phI/AAAAAAAAAxI/gW04B4kqbh8/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562597284622214674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I had their Fried Macaroni Cheese Balls. I saw this on the Food Channel a week ago. They were talking about how they made it and whatnot. Lemme just say...it looked muuuuch better and tastier on my tv than in real life. What a disappointment :/ I only had one ball. I left the other 3 balls to J (they come in balls of 4, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJRQQcvlHI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/5EUkh05Bsps/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJRQQcvlHI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/5EUkh05Bsps/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562597829491266674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my main entree, I ordered the BBQ Salmon. I like salmon, like...a lot! I know some ppl are grossed out by the "fishy" smell. Maybe it's the Viet in me but I like fishy smells, lol. Nuoc mam FTW!! Right? It comes with mashed potatoes (yuck, it was so mushy and without any flavor), corn succotash (once again, I was too FOB to know wtf that was...had to waste some more of the waiter's time in asking questions, hahahaha), crispy onion strings (yuck as well, too limp and soggy). So overall, I wouldn't say that the dinner was anything SPECTACULAR!! Cheesecake Factory, oh how you disappoint me today!!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuuut, my New Year's Resolution is to always find the silver lining in every dark and gloomy cloud...so I will leave you with this...my drink was BEAST!!!! *licks lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJSFuN_bFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fc8nQDl43lE/s1600/Turquoise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJSFuN_bFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fc8nQDl43lE/s320/Turquoise.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562598748015520850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now if ONLY I were sippin' on this delicious beverage by the poolside in my itsy, bitsy, teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini (yeppers! I do got me some of that) A girl can certainly dream, no? Only a few more months until this caterpillar can metamorphosize into a butterfly!! I'll settle for a dung beetle, if need be lol. Have a wonderful weekend, beauties!! Loves, loves to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3616897323681279898?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3616897323681279898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-roll-dont-roll-me-too-hard-tho.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3616897323681279898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3616897323681279898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-roll-dont-roll-me-too-hard-tho.html' title='On a ROLL, Don&apos;t roll me too hard tho'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTJGteOiFVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ZFDaJer7p6Q/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-7586575886385061537</id><published>2011-01-15T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:47:52.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me to La Isla Bonita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snakeskin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/snakeskin.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss the summer so much. &lt;/span&gt;I think I get seasonal depression (is that a serious illness for real? It's kind of like that "Restless Leg Syndrome"....it sounds funny to say, but it might actually exist). This wintry weather has me feeling soooo blaaah. I want my tan back, I want my toes wiggling around in my sandals as I walk around...not necessarily with a destination in mind, but wherever my feet takes me. I like aimlessly strolling around the parks or even at the shopping centers. The hours seem longer in the summer...so you never truly feel as though you are in a "rush". Unlike winter, you are always &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rushing, rushing, rushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to beat the clock. Rushing to beat the sun as it sets down, plunging you into the night's darkness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eGhry7qnh4Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eGhry7qnh4Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My favorite summer song!&lt;br /&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/2040207145187111068-7586575886385061537?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/7586575886385061537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-me-to-la-isla-bonita.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7586575886385061537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7586575886385061537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-me-to-la-isla-bonita.html' title='Take me to La Isla Bonita...'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8713599196457926747</id><published>2011-01-15T10:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:01:11.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Cleaning Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHEQmSBOII/AAAAAAAAAu4/Tdj8m_7l4nI/s1600/CLEANING_GUY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHEQmSBOII/AAAAAAAAAu4/Tdj8m_7l4nI/s320/CLEANING_GUY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562442804212349058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody left the note (on the left) on my desk after I left my work station for the day. I came in the next morning and was like, "Wtf? *scratch head*" First off, our office cleaning person is a LADY! And this "cleaning guy" can't spell, and that's a pet peeve of mine.  Sorry, Charlie. Maybe next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-8713599196457926747?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8713599196457926747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8713599196457926747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2011/01/mr-cleaning-guy.html' title='Mr. Cleaning Guy'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHEQmSBOII/AAAAAAAAAu4/Tdj8m_7l4nI/s72-c/CLEANING_GUY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3842385015652455561</id><published>2010-12-25T18:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:16:14.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Happiness</title><content type='html'>I've been avoiding this post for the past couple of days...maybe because I'm kind of in denial myself about the entire situation. I know everybody has nice, chirpy, merry holiday posts up right now and for me to even put this out there makes me feel like the one Debbie Downer on this special Christmas day. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I broke up last night. I was the one who had initiated the break-up, so I'm sure it's not hitting me quite as hard as it had hit him. (But in all seriousness...no one comes out of the break-up hurting any "less" than the other. It's a lose-lose situation..) It hurt my heart SO BAD the entire time I was sitting there, trying to not fumble my words as my voice was quavering and my lips trembling. I never thought I would see the day we would grow apart. We had been together for 3 and a half years. I have never given so much of myself to anyone. I know I'm not the easiest girl to put up with, as a matter of fact, I'm POSITIVE that I'm the one girl that no mother wants her son to ever meet. It's just a mere statement that is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although our relationship had spanned several years, I have always seen tall tale signs that we were on the brink of crumbling with each and every fight that severed our patience and trust issues. In the beginning, HE was the one that came fighting and pulling through. Even when I gave him all HELL (it's a defense mechanism of mine that I have whenever I'm in a relationship. I'll "purposely" do things here and there to piss the guy off just so he can leave already. Very stupid and childish of me, but it's my downside that I have to deal with) and yet he would still stay with me. Bitter, hurt, and angry. But through the very end, he'd still be left standing behind me waiting for me.......and now it's at the point recently, where I notice that I've been the one picking up the slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I didn't mind having to always bite my tongue and saying "Sorry" to end the fight (even if I knew he was in the wrong). But as the weeks have gone on by, I notice that I have had to change almost the very core of my essence just to appease him when he gets in his fits of anger. And BAM!! Just one night, it hit me out of nowhere. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY AM I TRYING SO HARD TO SALVAGE&lt;/span&gt; something that obviously isn't meant to be? At this point in our lives, this relationship SHOULDN'T HAVE TO be this hard to put back together. I'm grabbing and holding onto him sooo strongly, that when I open the palm of my hand...I feel as though I've just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squeezed out &lt;/span&gt;everything and in all actuality, nothing remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I broke it off last night, much to the dismay of my gf's (who I turned to for help and advice...trust me, I've been deliberating over this over and over and over and over....) But it had to be done. I went to his family dinner because they had previously invited me. And this was the FIRST year they entered my name into their annual tradition of the Secret Santa exchange. It chokes me up to think that the first year they included me in as their "family", that it has all boiled down to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart feels hollow and empty&lt;/span&gt;....I haven't really cried out all of my emotions yet. My throat feels dry, hoarse, as though there's a hard lump stuck inside it. My eyes are fighting to retain the tears that want to spill. I know I will come out of this stronger and more mature than ever...but for the next couple weeks, I'll just have to walk around with a smile on my face. I don't really know of any other way to exist.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dq_uy1qcO-k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dq_uy1qcO-k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3842385015652455561?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3842385015652455561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/12/pursuit-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3842385015652455561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3842385015652455561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/12/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='Pursuit of Happiness'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-9015628454136977051</id><published>2010-12-13T19:49:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:24:00.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These volcanos are about to erupt</title><content type='html'>This winter has been especially hard on my skin...and the snow hasn't even begin to pile up yet. *sigh* For some odd reason, I've been breaking out really badly all along my forehead. It's been driving me crazy! Especially since that's all I can think about whenever I see myself in the mirror (could it be my bangs causing it??) But no one else around me seems to notice it...don't you hate it when ppl say, "Ohh...it's all in your head. I don't see anything!" Maybe that could be the case, but I seriously haven't broken out this much since I was a teen back in high school subsisting on a diet consisting solely of potato chips, pizza's, and soda (damn, that sounds realllllly good right about now. Damn my whole "Don't eat anything after 5 p.m." restriction! Sadface.) It feels as though these volcanos are about to erupt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQbGJAHPMoI/AAAAAAAAAuo/-rWUK2AebIY/s1600/adk837222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQbGJAHPMoI/AAAAAAAAAuo/-rWUK2AebIY/s320/adk837222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550341448732193410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I know...I didn't want to put up my bare face but just had to show that I don't have the best skin. I have dull, sallow complexion with some undereye "worry bags", haha. I worry a lot, as you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THANK THE LORD ALMIGHTY!!! I was able to get rid of all of those nasty little suckers using a very simple regimen!!!!!! I wanted to share with you guys in case anyone else's face has been acting all sorts of crazy. Just fyi, my skin can be classified as more on the dry side (with a oily T-zone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/Cerave.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CeraVe Facial Moisturizing Lotion PM&lt;/span&gt; has been a complete godsend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AudrinaPatridge.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/AudrinaPatridge.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally read about this one of those celebrity gossip magainzes in which Audrina Patridge states that she puts this right on her face as she boards the airplane. The high altitude tends to dry and suck the moisture right out of your skin, so it's been recommended that you lather up on some good ol' lotion before taking flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be found at your local drugstore (i.e. CVS, Walgreens, etc). I got mine for $12.99 I believe, not exactly sure but it's under $15 or something. Well worth your money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Boscia.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/Boscia.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I use every night after I take off my makeup is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boscia Clear Complexion Cleanser w/ Botanical Blast&lt;/span&gt;. I have been using this for over 2 and 1/2 years and am in love with it! This is my fourth bottle that I have purchased. It makes your face feel so clean after you wash it off. You should massage it gently all over your face, concentrating on the areas you are prone to your break-outs for up to 1 minute at least. Let it absorb and soak in, then rinse all the residue off! I cannot stress how much this product has saved my skin. You can find it at your local &lt;a href="http://sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P199612&amp;amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;Sephora &lt;/a&gt;for $26. Best part? It does not consist of any parabens or sulfates, so it shouldn't irritate most ppl's skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeppers! I just wash my face every night with the Boscia cleanser, and follow up with a generous amount of the CeraVe night moisturizer all over my face. And BAM!!! I'm good to go. Be sure to drink plenty of fluids throughout the day, too. I know this sounds gross but I go to the bathroom almost every hour while I'm at work, that's HOW MUCH H2O I be drinkin'. It's gotten so routine that some ppl at work have started to spread rumors that I'm bulimic or on drugs (why else would I be in the bathroom, huh? I must be throwin' up my food or snortin' something. So fuckin' lame, folks! I even have pregnancy rumours going around because I've been eating weird things like eggs, pickles &amp;amp; ketchup. But I just like to eat an insane amount of food, and particularly in weird combinations lol. *shrug*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helps anybody out there. I know how it feels when your skin does not feel in its prime tip-top condition. I get so self-conscious when someone is standing close to me, even if it's just one tiny itty-bitty beauty blemish. I seriously do think it's all in my head, lol. Please let me know if you have any "tried-and-true" beauty products to keep your skin clear and healthy looking! Thanks :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-9015628454136977051?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/9015628454136977051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/12/these-volcanos-are-about-to-erupt.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/9015628454136977051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/9015628454136977051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/12/these-volcanos-are-about-to-erupt.html' title='These volcanos are about to erupt'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQbGJAHPMoI/AAAAAAAAAuo/-rWUK2AebIY/s72-c/adk837222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-2946247039581238973</id><published>2010-12-11T17:59:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:48:08.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakey like a bobblehead, yep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=STUNNING_fur_brunette.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/STUNNING_fur_brunette.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, I lied. I guess I can't ever really leave blogspot. It's my home, my sanctuary. My little humble abode where I can release my most inner, deepest thoughts, feelings and fears. So welcome me back! :) (Oh yeah, the picture above is just BEAUTIFUL!!!! I love everything about her style. Her lip color is AMAAAZIIIIIIIIING.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just went to Tyson's Corner Mall today. GeeZ, the place is a fuckin' nightmare! Each store's line would have me waiting at least 15-20 minutes, no lie! I just went to get my bf's sister-in-law this bangle from the COACH store. It is the :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQD496XQ-I/AAAAAAAAAtY/QtnEr0YgMv8/s1600/coach_poppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQD496XQ-I/AAAAAAAAAtY/QtnEr0YgMv8/s320/coach_poppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549564918054208482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"COACH POPPY HALF INCH STRIPED HINGED BANGLE"&lt;/span&gt; in Amethyst &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They normally engage in a "Secret Santa" type activity every year, and finally---after THREE years of being together with him, his family finally decided to include me. I didn't put anything on my Wish List. I just put that I want a gift card from either F21 or Sephora. And I guess, whoever is my Secret Santa asked me a question: "Don't you need anything else?" To which I typed, "Nah. I already got lucky and have Joseph ;)" I'm sure once they read my response, they will either proceed to gag or throw up...hmm, I think a combination of both! Lol! I can't say that I really want anything. I'm more than blessed with all the material possessions that I already have. The ONLY thing I could think that I could *possibly* want is maybe to try out La Mer Cream. But even then...it's really unnecessary, lol. I already treat myself to everything I want. I work very hard, and if I want something---I just get it for myself! No need to wait for someone to get it for me. I'm sure a lot of you ladies can understand. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQEmTK51lI/AAAAAAAAAtg/yJYuTwWQmFo/s320/drivecrazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549565696854840914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I wore during my chaotic trip to the mall (bf was hella pissed! He had to lug around 6 big shopping bags. Oopsie! :p) I loooooooove my hat so damn much. It's been cold in VA lately. But today was actually quite tolerable. It was cold, but thank God that it wasn't W I N D Y as it had been yesterday! I got this cute hat from H&amp;amp;M. I had no idea that their hats come in sizes. Boy, imagine my surprise when I saw that the tag had said "LARGE". Does that mean I have a fat head? I always thought it wasn't fat. Just very long like an egg-shaped, hahaha. Ohhh, come to think of it. I kinda resemble a bobble head....*sadface*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQGB4GfFyI/AAAAAAAAAto/q-CBviqqqEY/s1600/bobble%2Bhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQGB4GfFyI/AAAAAAAAAto/q-CBviqqqEY/s320/bobble%2Bhead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549567270136518434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was nearly half as cute as said bobble head above. Siiiigh. No, you seriously don't understand! One of my co-workers at work is on a softball team. On his off time from try-outs season, he throws paper balls at my head 'cause it's pretty big. He almost always hits me right on target! Grr, I get so pisssssed. But I gotta admit, if I were in his shoes...I would be aiming for me every day, too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQG2HviImI/AAAAAAAAAtw/mWxaimLrlHk/s1600/perfume%2Bsampler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQG2HviImI/AAAAAAAAAtw/mWxaimLrlHk/s320/perfume%2Bsampler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549568167688413794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQHIX_2KrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/aesWWaP-U7U/s1600/mascara%2Bsampler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQHIX_2KrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/aesWWaP-U7U/s320/mascara%2Bsampler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549568481289448114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQHIX_2KrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/aesWWaP-U7U/s1600/mascara%2Bsampler.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the above two products are the only things that I got at Sephora. I wanted the Perfume Sampler Kit because in it includes a voucher for a FREE *FULL-SIZED* version of either of the perfumes that are in the kit. Not a bad deal for $50. I've been using Vera Wang's Princess or the Ed Hardy's women perfume for winter. But I'm looking to venture out. I also got the Sephora Mascara Sampler because if you know anything about me, I HAVE TO HAVE LONG LASHES ('member I'm the one who has used every lash serum product known to mankind...literally). I think long lashes just give such a flirty, youthful appearance. And the thing is, I suck suck suck at false eyelashes. I am so jealous of all you girls who can put those bad babies in less than 10 seconds! It takes me 15 minutes and even then, it looks like dead caterpillars are trying to wiggle off my eyelids. Such a sight for sore eyes *smh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TATTOO.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/TATTOO.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, to bring you guys up to date. I got me a tattoo! Yay! About fucking time! I have the huuuuugest fear of needles (add to that, cotton balls and killer whales. Stop laughing already! I fear what I fear, hear?) so for me to get it alongside my rib really was quite an experience. I'm not really going to go into what it says...but it's all Gothic font block letterings. I'm itching for more tattoos and that will most likely be taking place very soon *Fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HALLOWEEN.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1136.photobucket.com/albums/n486/glitteryeyexx/HALLOWEEN.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Leave you guys with a LATE picture of my Halloween this year. This is one of my closest girlfriends. I've known her since middle school.. she's getting married next year. Damn, we all gettin' so o*l*d. Makes me sad..........to be a kid again. I wanna be carefree again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eeeeiiii...not sure why the pictures are all different sizes. *facepalm* I fail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-2946247039581238973?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/2946247039581238973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/12/shakey-like-bobblehead-yep.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2946247039581238973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2946247039581238973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/12/shakey-like-bobblehead-yep.html' title='Shakey like a bobblehead, yep!'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TQQD496XQ-I/AAAAAAAAAtY/QtnEr0YgMv8/s72-c/coach_poppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-4015580016159739005</id><published>2010-11-14T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:25:48.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>http://laceandsnakeskin.tumblr.com/</title><content type='html'>Catch me here instead....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-4015580016159739005?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4015580016159739005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4015580016159739005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/11/httplaceandsnakeskintumblrcom.html' title='http://laceandsnakeskin.tumblr.com/'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-4129217513920966368</id><published>2010-08-01T16:50:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:52:47.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a beach...it's sandy all around me</title><content type='html'>Heyalllll! How's everybody's summer coming along? LOL. Obviously, mine has been going pretty welllll considering how neglected my blog is. But y'all already knew that about me. I pretty much come 'n go as I please. It's my blog, deal with it!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just been refreshing myself with some delish drinks...yummmay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strawberry Limade&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXieelP6vI/AAAAAAAAAr0/HqfYOMJrSXo/s320/8_1_10_e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500551533136177906" border="0" /&gt;And eating some fresh fruits to liven up the skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXi2PklB4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/TbVkDvcKKuc/s320/8_1_10_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500551941423695746" border="0" /&gt;Lol, funny story actually about the picture above. I was actually at work eating with my co-worker (who is the GOOFIEST guy alive) and I was eyeing his apple...so he asked me, "Do you want my apple? I don't want it, I'm full already." And I was just being my usual polite self, "Oh, don't worry about it. I don't want it. You keep it for later or somethin'..." ALLLLL while I was still *eyeing the apple* And he kept pestering me to just take it. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meekly&lt;/span&gt;, I confessed, "I don't actually know how to cut apples." And he was chuckling like he was in a seizure fit! I went to the restroom to wash my hands and came back to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweetest &lt;/span&gt;surprise ever! He had actually gone to find a knive to cut those apples up for me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, this summer I've gotten &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLA TAN &lt;/span&gt;(well, fake tan...but still). Went to the beach once, and about to hit up NYC again this Friday. I swear, that's the one place I've been to the most in the past few months. Not sure why that is, especially since I have anxiety attacks in crowded places---and NYC IS CROWDED AS FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCEAN CITY, MD 2010&lt;br /&gt;"Boardwalk" Sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welcomes you to the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXmomtjGLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/5_ra8Akr-Pk/s320/7_31_10_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500556105163675826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUT OF THE BLUE~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXnIdZE8ZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AVK5O-TKYbM/s320/7_31_10_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500556652417708434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supposedly, this place sold really good crabcakes. I'm not much of a crabcake aficionado, so I couldn't give you my 2 cents. But hey, I was hot as hell &amp;amp; hungry---and it was good enough for me then! They had good smoothies as well. *lickslips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXnvyUm-KI/AAAAAAAAAsc/DL-CiA4rbbM/s320/7_31_10_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500557328051009698" border="0" /&gt;Early in the morning is prime time to find a great location on the sand to settle in! See the Ferris Wheel in the background? So romantical to go on for a ride at night---as the gentle, summer breezes set in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At night, we went to a place called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEACRETS&lt;/span&gt;--&gt;They got palm trees there, and the ground is all sand. It's basically like you're parting out on the beach at night time. It wasn't really my kind of thing. For one thing, I don't drink alcohol. But it was nice just to see what kind of setting it was. Basically, it's like 4 or 5 bars into one little place. It's HUGGGGGEEEEEE. And crowdeeeeeed :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXoX08_TkI/AAAAAAAAAss/kTU6BHSgJuU/s320/7_31_10_d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500558015952014914" border="0" /&gt;The best part is that they have these seats that are partially submerged underwater in the ocean. You can swim out and just grab a drink and chill out in the water. Of course, since it was night time---it was off-limits. But in the day time, I'm guessing it's a great way to drink and "cool" your body while having a good time with the buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the beach, I got to work on my killer tan (didn't use sunblock, I'm going to hell for sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXmLjDWrVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7lnZdEACse4/s320/7_31_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500555605965188434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving onnnnnnnnnn....photographic evidence to prove that I am indeed ALIVE &amp;amp; welllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXf1MMkO2I/AAAAAAAAArU/fXD-lKMYLO8/s320/8_1_10_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500548624802921314" border="0" /&gt;This was a month ago. Look how tan I am! Holy shit! Lol, I overloaded on my bronzer---guilty as charged. :p  But I felt like channeling some Lauren Conrad with this hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXiPyPjLVI/AAAAAAAAArs/LdOsRmEpyVU/s320/Lauren_Conrad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500551280715836754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically just braided my bangs into my hair and twisted/pinned it back. For that day, I DID have to flat-iron my hair to be stick "pin-straight". I don't normally do that since I hate using any type of heat on my hair. Oh well! Definitely felt like a Cali-kinda chick that day. Except I'm most definitely an East Coaster girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXgZiruwjI/AAAAAAAAArc/fbsG9k3_mlE/s320/8_1_10_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549249314505266" border="0" /&gt;Then, I felt like making things a little more glam. So I just pulled my naturally wavy hair into a side-ponytail. And yes, I'm wearing my favorite color--woot woot! I looved the tan I had going on here. I wish I was darker~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXhB1ejEuI/AAAAAAAAArk/9z423iF4JCU/s320/8_1_10_d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549941554254562" border="0" /&gt;Euughh, don't mind the bangs. It was in the process of being too "long" to be workable bangs, and yet too "short" to actually be part of my side hair. So I just teased it a bit with my Victoria's Secret hairspray (loooooooooove that spray!!!! Smells so *schmexy*) and just worked it to the side and prayed to God that the wind didn't distort my 2-minute piece of art, lol. Like my earrings? I typically do not wear any "flashY' earrings, I have converted myself to be more of a small studded earrings girl these days. I like to stick to the pearl earrings, geeeZ....how BORING have I become these days?? Plus, I wear cardigans like no other! I'm pretty much a poor-man's version of a Stepford wife :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXeh0Fz7gI/AAAAAAAAArE/9E12hIo5ER8/s320/8_1_10_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547192402996738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I look these days. Darker hair! And in other news, my eyebrows are growing back thick n' bushy! Yayyyy! I've been waiting, literally, over 2 years for this miracle to take place. I used to wax my eyebrows sooo often that they became thin, anorexic lil' caterpillars (sniff sniff, wth was I thinkin'?) So I finally decided to toss out ALL of my tweezers except for one...that way, that ought to eliminate any "itch" I ever had to mess with my 'brows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXfNB2vyPI/AAAAAAAAArM/7O1O9fXqLBE/s320/8_1_10_ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547934832281842" border="0" /&gt;But STILL rocking my "glitteryeyexx"'s, heheheh. I freakin' hate my lashes right now. They're so long, but not exactly voluminized like they used to be. I really regret using LATISSE. The long-term effect really outweigh the initial benefits of having long lashes *sigh* So girls, really think about it before you use this prescription drug! I wish I had really considered all of the aspects involved with using Latisse. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, has any of y'all heard about &lt;a href="http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=wFSBNv%2FZfPc2PwONMAMEeQ%3D%3D"&gt;eBates&lt;/a&gt;?? I AM HOOOOOOOOOKED on this site. You girls MUST SIGN UP FOR THIS!!! You basically create your own account, and any time you shop anywhere on-line, LOG ONTO your eBates account FIRST!! Find your shopping site's link and engage in your transaction thru eBates. You get a certain percentage back on your purchases. Each store has their own established percentage-back rate, and it changes often...so check back to see. Right now, Sephora has a 4% cashback rate every time you make a purchase thru eBates. I remember, at one point it was 7% or more! So now, there's no more GUILT in shopping. You'll be making back a little bit on each purchase transaction. So ch-ch-check it out, beauties =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=wFSBNv%2FZfPc2PwONMAMEeQ%3D%3D"&gt;http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=wFSBNv%2FZfPc2PwONMAMEeQ%3D%3D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the above link to create your very own eBates account! And be on your way to making money back from your "retail therapy". Can't get no betta than that!! Let me know how much you end up getting back. So far, I've made $50 just by doing the things I have already been doing, just by shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone's summer is going grrrrr8! (That was so lame, I know, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-4129217513920966368?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/4129217513920966368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifes-beachits-sandy-all-around-me.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4129217513920966368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4129217513920966368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifes-beachits-sandy-all-around-me.html' title='Life&apos;s a beach...it&apos;s sandy all around me'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TFXieelP6vI/AAAAAAAAAr0/HqfYOMJrSXo/s72-c/8_1_10_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-7755334613422626599</id><published>2010-05-27T18:49:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:38:11.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty got flava!</title><content type='html'>I'm baaaaaaaaack, my lovelies!! Woot woot! It was my birthday yesterday!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeee. So pretty much, I've been on my "vacay" for the past week or so. I just came back from the "city that never sleeps" a.k.a NEW YAWWK! (Yes, I meant to type it like that, lol.) It was mucho fun, but in my realization...I've come to see that no matter where in the world I am---&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home is where the heart is&lt;/span&gt;...seriously. So far, I've been up to New York twice in less than 3 weeks. The 1st time, I took a Greyhound bus---but ugggggh, 4 hours one way there, 4 hours back home = 8 HOURS OF torture. This 2nd time around, I just took the damn airplane!! Can you believe I had to be strip-searched at the airport?? Lil' ol' me?? They put me in a confinement "box", basically it's a see-through huuuuuge cube that you are solitarily confined in. Then they have this security officer come in the box to search you. I had to take off my shoes so they could make sure I didn't have a bomb in it. Wtf? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to eat at a place that is supposed to be BOMB ASS GOOOD when it comes to dim sum. But the service was so, so, so HORRIBLE. I think because I didn't speak a single word in Chinese, they didn't care to come by our table with the dim-sum cart. Literally, every single time I tried to flag down one of the waiters, they just turned the other way. EVEN THOUGH I clearly made eye contact with them!! Fucking shit!!! I was soooo pissed. In DC area, I'm used to getting good service at restaurants. But in NYC, it was really an eye-opener for me...*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/grand-harmony-new-york"&gt;Grand Harmony &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;98 Mott St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(between Canal St &amp;amp; Hester St)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="locality"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="region"&gt;NY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="postal-code"&gt;10013&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_76H5NCddI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vHbJV8TBJI0/s1600/Dim+sum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_76H5NCddI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vHbJV8TBJI0/s320/Dim+sum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476089210450638290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dim sum was aiiight. It wasn't all that. I was soooo hungry that I ate everything so damn fast, lol. You know that feeling? Where you're not really biting or thoroughly chewing any of the food? I practically just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;inhaled &lt;/span&gt;all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guessssss who I was lucky enough to encounter on the streets of New York???? *drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;The one and only infamous &lt;a href="http://www.nakedcowboy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAKED COWBOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_764SdEU6I/AAAAAAAAAo8/AmHvTU_-sG4/s1600/Naked+cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_764SdEU6I/AAAAAAAAAo8/AmHvTU_-sG4/s320/Naked+cowboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476090041862476706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's pretty famous...been on the Letterman show and other media outlets. I literally just bumped into him, having nooo idea it was him. But my gf was like, "Sophie! Look in front of you!" So you know me...I'm pushy as hell. I definitely wanted the chance to have a photo op with him.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously felt so uncomfortable around him, up close. He's really touchy-feely, lol. But then again, he is PARADING AROUND in his tighty-whities...what should I have expected?? Look how I'm trying to put some space in-between us, while he pushes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;even closer&lt;/span&gt; to him, ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_77fxeI0AI/AAAAAAAAApE/niaTeN3_3ys/s1600/st803120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_77fxeI0AI/AAAAAAAAApE/niaTeN3_3ys/s320/st803120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476090720203362306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wanted to *flex* his arm muscles for the entire crowd that was slowly encircling us during this photo op. I decided to be bold and smack that ASSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_78J7Nya-I/AAAAAAAAApM/t6KdWczS9Z8/s1600/st803121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_78J7Nya-I/AAAAAAAAApM/t6KdWczS9Z8/s320/st803121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476091444373646306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire crowd was clapping &amp;amp; applauding us!!! The women were screaming. *smh* Soccer mom's and menopausal women love anything that remotely resembles Fabio, lol. Ohhh---and JUST FOR THE RECORD...I really DID NOT touch his ass. I just placed my hand accordingly in front of him, so it made it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; look as though&lt;/span&gt; I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smacking his ass.&lt;/span&gt; And for sure, afterwards, I Purell'd the shit outta my hands. I even used 2 baby wipes to get the grossness off of me. This was all in the name of a good photo, so I could look back one day and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to this cute little shop that served boba drinks &amp;amp; mochi! Since it was soooo sizzling hot in the mid 90's, I had to drop by and grab me a nice, icy cold lycheee drink and some green tea mochi. Yum! Yum! And the shop's name is so cute, as well, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/teariffic-new-york"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teariffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;51 Mott St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(between Bayard St &amp;amp; Pell St)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="locality"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="region"&gt;NY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="postal-code"&gt;10013&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_79gNYmpQI/AAAAAAAAApc/jFvg7HBBHhI/s1600/Lychee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_79gNYmpQI/AAAAAAAAApc/jFvg7HBBHhI/s320/Lychee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476092926719599874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mm'mmmm. Don't get no better than this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And offff course, I had to make sure I grabbed some Gundam kits for my bf before I headed home. Here is one of the finished products after he put it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_7931AKkBI/AAAAAAAAApk/26Xo6WlY_hg/s1600/GUNDAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_7931AKkBI/AAAAAAAAApk/26Xo6WlY_hg/s320/GUNDAM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476093332491505682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol, isn't it so tight looking?? It's over 100 pieces! Took him awhile to figure it out, but he did. I always make fun of him for this weird side hobby of his, but then he reminds me that my make-up hobby might be considered "weird" to some ppl...lol, I guess we all have our little odd hobbies, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my trips to NY were fun and interesting!! I've never been in a place that had SO MANY Asian ppl. So it was sort of strange to me at first. But then I set myself into the rhythm with the hustle n' bustle of the chaotic, busy surrounding. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been such a chill day so far. I'm still trying to settle myself back into my life here, since I've been back. We went to go get dim sum at Mark's Duck House in Falls Church. It was really good! They had scallop ha gao, something different but very satisfying explosion in the mouth. My favorite dish is always going to be (hands down) shrimp ha gao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_7_eLLLkhI/AAAAAAAAAps/jOLOTmatm8I/s1600/ha+gao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_7_eLLLkhI/AAAAAAAAAps/jOLOTmatm8I/s320/ha+gao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476095090789945874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uggh, I am kinda sick at the moment. My nose is stuffed up and I have a sinus infection. So I wasn't really able to taste all of the flavors in the dim sum. Look how sleepy I look! I think I'm sleeping with my eyes open (which IS possible, lemme tell you...that's how I look when I'm sitting in classes. I'm seriously sleeping BUT MY EYES ARE OPEN!! Hahaha, I got the professors fooled....wellllll, that is....until they call on me for the answer to a question. *facepalm* to the head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_7_o4u0rjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/PYqsZEKzC1Q/s320/HOME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476095274817728050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[sitting inside the house on my couch]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damn, I look so fuckin' messed up. Aggghhh! I hate it when my sinus infection physically starts to make me feel like crap------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So what's the quickest cure to sleepy eyes? OF COURSE!! Huuuuuge ass shades! These are my BIGGEST bug-eyed shades yet, to date. They freakin' cover more than 50% of my face. Which is good. No one wants to look at a face like this first thing in the morning, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_8Ap_0tCBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/rcvBfUIW8s0/s320/CAR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476096393412937746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here was what I wore. I loooove these shorts. The bf is sucha hater! He was asking me why it looked not like shorts. I was like, DUUUHHHH. It's supposed to be like that. The pockets are actually overextending past the length of the shorts and are visible. It's kinda trashy looking but I dig 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_8CTtj75hI/AAAAAAAAAqM/bh36u_nQ47Y/s320/Looking+down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476098209576904210" border="0" /&gt;Look at my chicken legs. I have such thick thighs but thin ass calves. It's the most unsightly thing! But thank the Lord Almighty I don't have "cankles". I see so many girls my age who have 'em? I thought only soccer mom's get 'em?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeee the nail color on my hands/feet at the moment. It's such a light, fresh minty green! I got the nail polish from F21. It looks different &amp;amp; I dig that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_8C08N54CI/AAAAAAAAAqU/EMePAH-DxP8/s320/FEET.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476098780446711842" border="0" /&gt;Yucky feet. Which I am afraid of. Hahaha, I'm really trying my best when I post this pic up, you do realize.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my full outfit. Look how tan my legs are in comparison to my arms! That was seriously a fake n' bake GONE WRONG. I used the Jergens fake tan lotion shit and it turned my legs waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay orange. I want a tan so bad but am too chickenshit to get it through salon tanning. *throws hands up in the air* What's a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_8DWk2JtZI/AAAAAAAAAqc/c2uwwB_PSBs/s320/FULL+body.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476099358288622994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a blooper picture. Hahahaha, my bf was trying to play around with my iPhone and here's me being pissed as hell, lunging at him &amp;amp; trying to retrieve it back. I was yelling, "Give it back, you lil' bitch" Sucha prankster, that punk!! &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_8EAVj6smI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kQYZqJ3TreQ/s320/Bloopers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476100075740115554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, and in exciting news (well, for me at least), I was able to obtain the much coveted MAC's Marine Life...yipppeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_8E-dQwgJI/AAAAAAAAAqs/L2p7Q_bXyHM/s320/Marine+Life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476101142959128722" border="0" /&gt;It's far too gorgeous and I'm afraid to use it. Upon the first initial application, the gold overspray is supposedly going to vanish. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnnd, I'm going to get the limited edition Hawaiian Hello Kitty at Build-a-Bear Workshop tomorrow!! I've collected every single one thus far that has been out. I think this is the 3rd Hello Kitty they have promoted. Hehehe, pretty psyched for that. I'm such a kid, can you tell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the kitty comes. You have the option to buy little "outfits" for her. I love how the Kitty looks like she's got some "flava" in her. Luscious tan! Ohhh yeaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_8GL6mcTVI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hIasZdkU7i4/s1600/Choco+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_8GL6mcTVI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hIasZdkU7i4/s320/Choco+kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476102473684634962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is, wearing the tropical Hawaiian girl attire, with the coconut bra and grass hula skirt. Soo cuuuuuttteeeee ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_8FinE_QWI/AAAAAAAAAq0/gmBjVhUgTd0/s320/Hawaiian+kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476101764069409122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it in the store, but didn't get it at the time. However, I'm getting this tomorrow! Yayayay. Hope all you beautiful ladies are enjoying the summer weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-7755334613422626599?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/7755334613422626599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/05/kitty-got-flava.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7755334613422626599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7755334613422626599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/05/kitty-got-flava.html' title='Kitty got flava!'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S_76H5NCddI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vHbJV8TBJI0/s72-c/Dim+sum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-4519040645163745781</id><published>2010-04-28T19:35:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:27:50.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I traced the cord back to the wall, No wonder it was never plugged in at all...</title><content type='html'>I'm watching MTV's "&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/videos/misc/503302/this-will-never-go-away.jhtml#id=1635943"&gt;I Hate My Face&lt;/a&gt;" right now...wow...this is some deeeep stuff. One of the ppl that they follow is named Pamela, and she's Asian (I think maybe she's Thai? Her mom's name is "Presh", which sounds Thai-ish?) Pamela hates her nose, and eventually she ends up getting a nose job/boob job. Seeing her cry really makes my heart &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ache&lt;/span&gt;. Growing up, I was never considered the pretty one. In my school, it was primarily all Caucasian. All the popular girls were the blonde haired, blue-eyed ones with pretty names like "Ashley" or "Margaret". Lol, here I am...just little ol' Sophie. Freckled-faced and clumsy as hell, stumbling all over the playground.It was easy to see why I wasn't considered part of the "popular" gang, as much as I wished with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all my heart &lt;/span&gt;that my crush, Dennis, (yes! I still remembered who my 1st crush was) would notice me. But he had a liking for the 2nd most popular girl in the class named Danielle. Not only was I not part of the "Barbie doll" mold at school, I was considered the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even &lt;/span&gt;within my own family. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then middle school came, and it was worst than ever. I was in-between the stages of wanting to be a baby and yet, still wanting to be more "adult-like". It was such a catch-22. Either way, I never felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;comfortable playing the part. I still wanted to play with my Barbie's (lol, soo childish I know) and yet I wanted to venture into putting on make-up.  I was my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most depressed&lt;/span&gt; at this stage. I went home after school every day, cried myself to sleep (and it was only 4pm!) I slept 10-14 hours. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't eat, lost my period&lt;/span&gt;, and came in at a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; measly 80-lbs&lt;/span&gt;. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beyond &lt;/span&gt;despair. My playlist consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MRdtXWcgIw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MRdtXWcgIw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam's Song"-Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;"Self-esteem"-the Offspring&lt;br /&gt;"Lithium"-Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;"Say it Ain't So"-Weezer&lt;br /&gt;etc, etc, etc.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emo &lt;/span&gt;as they came...and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; then some&lt;/span&gt;. There were so many times I wanted to commit suicide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school came...and slowly, I began to ease out of my hard-shell. I learned to let my barrier down, just a tiny bit. But still, I always pretty much knew that the jocks/cheerleaders and I were not of the same kind. I wasn't popular, but I wasn't on the bottom of the social hierarchy. I was right smacked dab, in-between. I was the POPULAR one, however, when it came to copying off hw of. I was the "quiet, smart girl". That was my title. Miraculously, though. Somehow during my last year of high school as a Senior, my braces came off and my skin got better. I learned how to dress myself &amp;amp; use make-up. The saddest (yet lightly comical) story that sums up the essence of my high-school life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one guy that was a well-known jock. One day, one of my girl friends slipped me a tiny note during 7th period. It said in her curly, girlish handwriting: "Do you know J****? He thinks you're very pretty! :)" I remember HOW MUCH that made my day. Of course I knew this guy! He was not only cute, but had been friendly towards me. Even though most of the jocks never even gave me the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time of the day&lt;/span&gt;, I remembered how he used to smile at me during Biology class. But the sad part was that I later found out, that he had asked around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO &lt;/span&gt;I was &amp;amp; what my name was. How could he NOT know? He had copied off my worksheet plenty of times. Then my heart sank, he didn't even RECOGNIZE that the girl had been me. My initial excitement slowly vacillated into a more somber mood...how could the world just be so solely focused on LOOKS?? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College was the venue where I TRULy felt most comfortable in my skin. Here was a learning environment where ppl valued my thoughts &amp;amp; opinion moreso than the size of my titties or whether or not I was in a miniskirt. I felt so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free, at last&lt;/span&gt;! And it was here, where I couldn't fend off the boys. I actually had so many guys call me that I had to change the cell #. I couldn't understand, though...I was still the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same old&lt;/span&gt; me? What could have possibly changed so much that ppl could notice me NOW, but not THEN? Even though I was more free, in a sense I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more lost &lt;/span&gt;than ever. They say college is where you get to discover who you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;are &amp;amp; your roots. I found out a lot of things about myself that were not only frightening, but quite liberating. (Some things are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;personal, so I will choose not to disclose on a public blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are...now in the present-day. Most of the guys from high school who had NEVER even given me a second glance, are now hitting me up on Facebook. They all want to "meet up" &amp;amp; "re-connect over some drinks or perhaps dinner?". And all to which, I merely hit the "DELETE" button. I have no time for these ppl, just as how in the past they had no time for me. But it really, really reiterates how shallow most guys are. I'm not saying, ALLLLL guys are like this. But especially when you have guys under the age of 21...they don't focus on what lies beneath the girl's exterior. I'm so lucky right now that I have a bf who thinks I'm beautiful, even when I know I look like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;. He loves me, stinky, oily, and/or bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;defeated &lt;/span&gt;before we really even began. We have all broken down &amp;amp; cried ourselves into oblivion. If I have any young readers, I just want you to know that LIFE is not just all about looks. Focus on building and strengthening up what's on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me---that will get you muchh farther in life than anything as fleeting as physical beauty! All of those popular cheerleaders and jocks will end up balding, fat, and leather-faced (hahaha, sucks for them that they never wore sunscreen!) Ok, end of my PSA for the day. Please feel free to write in my comments box what YOUR experiences in high school were like. I couldn't have been the only dorky, ugly ducking, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9jNkDngoBI/AAAAAAAAAos/UgNip9VlP_0/s1600/Chilling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9jNkDngoBI/AAAAAAAAAos/UgNip9VlP_0/s320/Chilling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465344167144103954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Is it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that this is how I drive sometimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2040207145187111068-4519040645163745781?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/4519040645163745781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-traced-cord-back-to-wall-no-wonder-it.html#comment-form' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4519040645163745781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4519040645163745781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-traced-cord-back-to-wall-no-wonder-it.html' title='I traced the cord back to the wall, No wonder it was never plugged in at all...'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9jNkDngoBI/AAAAAAAAAos/UgNip9VlP_0/s72-c/Chilling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-6164120578916899995</id><published>2010-04-27T18:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:13:49.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If eyes are the "windows" to your soul, Rapidlash are like the snazzy curtains!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share something with y'all! Since Latisse has been makin' my eyelashes fall out like crazy. I have resorted to using Rapidlash to "undo" all of that damage. Click &lt;a href="http://www.makeupalley.com/product/showreview.asp/ItemId=123181/Eyelash_Renewal_serum_Rapidlash/Unlisted_Brand/Treatments_%28Eye%29"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for the MakeUpAlley reviews. It scores pretty high (90%)! And I looooove it! I just placed my order for my SECOND tube. I don't know why I didn't just stick with it, to begin with. I guess I fell for all the hype surrounding Latisse. Right now, &lt;a href="http://www.hautelook.com/invite/glitteryeyexx"&gt;Hautelook&lt;/a&gt; is having a sale on Rapidlash! It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;$40, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUS &lt;/span&gt;it comes with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE &lt;/span&gt;jar of the Magnesium Crystal Resurfacing Polish!! (Compare this to other lash products that are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welllllll &lt;/span&gt;over $100, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't deliver shit&lt;/span&gt;!! Empty promises, I tell ya) I can't wait to try the latter product out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hautelook.com/invite/glitteryeyexx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9dtTiXZpZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zP1EuJdQuJ8/s320/RAPIDLASH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464956855247283602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hautelook.com/invite/glitteryeyexx"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click directly on the picture to go GET YOUR eyelashes ready for the summer! Why put on loads &amp;amp; loads of mascara, only to look like a raccoon by the end of the day??? Better to build your bad-baby lashes up, so you can just skip that step altogether! I'm no longer using mascara right now, thanks to Rapidlash (goddamn, I sound like one of those annoying spokesmodel...but you guys know I ALWAYS SPEAK MY MIND. Whether you agree with my opinion or not, I always tell it like it is!) Can't wait to hear if any of y'all are going to try this out. Let me know your results =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hautelook.com/invite/glitteryeyexx"&gt;Hautelook &lt;/a&gt;is also having a big sale on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LORAC &lt;/span&gt;make-up! I bought me quuiiiiite a few things from them. Can't wait to try those products out, as well. Here is one of the palettes (the Pink Python) I got for only $10.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hautelook.com/invite/glitteryeyexx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9dvGB3S5SI/AAAAAAAAAoc/CCUm8_HSA68/s320/Pink+Python.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464958822207644962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. The day is goooood! Woot woot. *dances*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-6164120578916899995?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/6164120578916899995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-eyes-are-windows-to-your-soul.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/6164120578916899995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/6164120578916899995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-eyes-are-windows-to-your-soul.html' title='If eyes are the &quot;windows&quot; to your soul, Rapidlash are like the snazzy curtains!'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9dtTiXZpZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zP1EuJdQuJ8/s72-c/RAPIDLASH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-1651389371975460097</id><published>2010-04-26T20:44:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:19:28.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>houstatlantavegas</title><content type='html'>Today was a very wet, rainy day.  It was a complete pain to be driving around on the slick pavement. You either get your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoying &lt;/span&gt;drivers who drive 10 mph or who take advantage and drive at a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy &lt;/span&gt;70 mph (weavin' in-&amp;amp;-out of traffic, lol). I was somewhere &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;. That's the funny thing. If you ever follow me behind in my car, you'll see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;most random&lt;/span&gt; driving pattern out of me! I'll drive kinda slow (well, not slow...but whatever the speed limit is, I'll drive 5 ABOVE it), but then out of nowhere---I'll drive 15 mph above it. Like, for instance, let's say the speed limit is 35? I'll be driving at 45 or whatever...then, all of a sudden I get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agitated &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zooom&lt;/span&gt;! I'll be driving at 75. Then I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slow down&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha, I think subconsciously I do it to piss the ppl behind me. I like to play around like that :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9Yzf1bch3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/hxBujR6nrrw/s320/SHRUG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464611819871831922" border="0" /&gt;Here is the look I rocked for work today. I like to pull all of my hair over to one side of my head and loosely secure it with a bobby pin. I don't think it's actually a flattering style at all, but I like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;of it---all of my hair on one side, that is.  I wore my cheetah-print tank top underneath an H&amp;amp;M royal blue cardigan that I just snatched up recently. I'm completely ready for summer to come already so I can rock out in my flowy, bohemian dresses! Can't wait to put cute, little fresh flowers in my hair as well! Always makes me feel so giddy to feel like a tropical Hawaiian girl with those flowers! Let's just hope &amp;amp; pray that no bee will attack my head, lookin' to pollinate lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in keepin' with my rhinestone fetish as of late...here is my BIG ASS heart rhinestone earring on the side of my head that holds all of the pinned-hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9Y1i-TkKzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3RNbRukqXZc/s320/HEART+earring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464614072817560370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the other side that has no hair and shows off my neck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9Y14hSQPXI/AAAAAAAAAns/_IgWOZqo9Hk/s320/OTHER+side+earring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464614442984553842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any vampires are hereby reading this entry, look at my neck! Look how nice it looks. Think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just think&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;throbbing &lt;/span&gt;carotid artery that lies beneath---waiting for your fangs to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sink&lt;/span&gt; into! I'd be more than a willing participant in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assuaging &lt;/span&gt;your thirst for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;. *throws hands up* Heeey, just merely stating that...*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheeky grin&lt;/span&gt;* &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the talk of blood leaves you feeling quite squeamish and/or queasy...here, let me indulge you with my favorite drinks from this local Chinese eatery "&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/a-and-j-annandale"&gt;A&amp;amp;J&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9Y4aQHgb2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/9j10zcm4PUI/s320/BOBA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464617221514882914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have pretty decent boba. Obviously, not the best. For that sort, I have to drag my lazy ass out to Eden (this big shopping center that primarily caters to the Vietnamese/Asian community). But I vow pretty much NEVER to go there!!! WHY????:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9Y6qRh-mqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/BMOde5AaMBk/s1600/eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9Y6qRh-mqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/BMOde5AaMBk/s320/eden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464619695795509922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[front of Eden Center]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. As you know, I hate to bring light to the stereotype that Asian ppl cannot drive. But it seems that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;all the Asian ppl that CAN'T.&lt;/span&gt;..convene at Eden. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shit you not&lt;/span&gt;! Case in point, my grandmother who drives the illest Lexus used to drive, sitting on top of a Bell-Atlantic telephone directory book (you know? The huge 5-lb ones!) to see over the steering wheel. Thank goodness she finally learned how to use the electronic seat adjuster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Any place that has more than 3-5 ppl in a room, makes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HYPERVENTILATE&lt;/span&gt;. I have social anxiety...baaaaaad. That's why it works me up to go to any gathering where there is too many ppl. I feel silly saying this...because it makes me feel like an oddball. But honestly, that's why I don't really go clubbing or partyin' that much. Unless I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know you, know you&lt;/span&gt;...it creeps me out to be in close vicinity with anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, 4, 5, etc. It stinks, it's dirty there ('member, I'm a germaphobe), too many short midget gangster wannabe's who stare (hate ppl who fuckin' stare!), etc, etc. I almost ALWAYS get into fights when I go there. If you seriously stare at me more than 2 seconds, I'll start sayin' shit like, "Umm...do you have a problem? Why are you staring at me?" with a big scowl. Hahaha, my family hates going with me because they think I'm trying to provoke the situation. But I'm not!!!! I love it when one of my gf's said out loud, "Hmm...WHY don't these ppl just take a picture? It'll last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longer&lt;/span&gt;!" Damn, I just re-read what I wrote. I realize that made me sound like a bitch...but girrrls, you know &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;what I'm talkin' about, right? Not tryna be mean, just puttin' it out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oKKUk0TTM8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oKKUk0TTM8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally feelin' Drake's song "houstatlantavegas" song...sooo bad. I've been listening to this for the past weekend and all-day today. I have such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naughty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantasies &lt;/span&gt;about what I'd like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to do &lt;/span&gt;to him. Lol, omg. That was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waaay &lt;/span&gt;TMI. But I gotta say, the dude's NOT bad-looking at all! When I first saw him, I immediately thought of Frankenstein. But he's kinda grown on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9Y5aLP1ZDI/AAAAAAAAAoE/vmteGLRmqpM/s320/drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464618319719261234" border="0" /&gt;But ugggh, his real name is Aubrey? LMAO! I think it's better he went with "Drake" as his mononym...good choice, good call, buddy. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok, on a serious side-note. I'm thinkin' about shuttin' my blog down. This has come across my mind more often, especially lately. I just think that...hmm, some ppl who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;know me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personally &lt;/span&gt;know about this blog. And while I know that anything that anyone posts on the internet is considered "fair game" these days...it still irritates me that someone would take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that much&lt;/span&gt; interest in me, to be stalkin' me. If you really want to know about me, why don't you just hit me up? Shoot me a text or call every once in awhile, instead of resorting to this site, which paints me as a one-dimensional character, bascially. But we'll see how I feel in a few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-1651389371975460097?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/1651389371975460097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/houstatlantavegas.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/1651389371975460097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/1651389371975460097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/houstatlantavegas.html' title='houstatlantavegas'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9Yzf1bch3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/hxBujR6nrrw/s72-c/SHRUG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-638989495261040966</id><published>2010-04-24T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:58:40.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you gotta play hard-to-get, and then it's ON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gt4xLdw3Jdo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gt4xLdw3Jdo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, this bitch is lookin' HOT! (Love her make-up! Her sexy tanned legs) Wish she was much BIGGER in the music industry. Girl can saaang! This song's kinda old, though. I used to blast this song on LOUD in my car---windows down, shades on, hair blowing in the wind. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-638989495261040966?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/638989495261040966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/638989495261040966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-you-gotta-play-hard-to-get.html' title='Sometimes you gotta play hard-to-get, and then it&apos;s ON!'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-5254267065956527390</id><published>2010-04-23T19:50:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:41:09.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Rhinestone eyes are like factories far away, Here we go again!</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiii. *waves* Lol, I'm sneezing like crazy right now. I literally just sneezed 4x in a row. Did you know that every time you sneeze...You take a DEEP breath inhalation and hold it, which will tighten up your chest muscles.  The pressure of air in your lungs quickly expands.  You close your eyes x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, your tongue will press against the roof of your mouth and suddenly your breath comes out rapidly through your nose. But---that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;'t mean that it stops your heart rate! That's actually a common misconception/myth. The changing pressure in your chest, due to the sneezing, is what causes a fluctuation within your blood flow, which may alter the rhythm of your heartbeat. Betcha didn't know that...or maybe you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's this saying (very common for Asian ppl) that every time you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sneeze&lt;/span&gt;---it actually means that somebody is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;talkin' about you&lt;/span&gt;. And when your ear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;itches&lt;/span&gt;, someone is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;speaking badly&lt;/span&gt; of you. But then again, I never fall prey to these superstitions. My mom does, though! She's THE most superstitious woman ever. It drives me nuts! Anyway, the title of my post is referencing to the Gorillaz song "Rhinestone Eyes". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9I5Zx96odI/AAAAAAAAAls/QDpXKvgftAg/s320/Barbie+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463492413026378194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[My face for the day, taken after a long day's work...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9I7BwXcQeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/YPxjG0szt8I/s320/Rhinestone+earring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463494199302963682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[rhinestone earring]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a serious question for y'all. Please answer in my comment box, because I would love to hear your opinion/thoughts/etc! I have been in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funk &lt;/span&gt;for the past few weeks. As in the, I'm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so bored&lt;/span&gt; with...well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;. I'm bored with who I see in the mirror. I'm bored with the outfits I pick out. I'm bored with the way I walk. I'm bored with how I talk. You catch my drift.....have you ever just felt SO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BORED &lt;/span&gt;with who you are? I feel as though I want to make a drastic change in my life. But not quite sure where to start. And more than anything else, I wish I could exchange BODIES with somebody (a la "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Freaky Friday&lt;/span&gt;"). Preferably, somebody from a different continent. I want to experience a different culture or lifestyle, than the one that I am living right now. Too often, I feel as though we as humans are TOO consumed with ourselves, that we don't make the time or the effort to look through the eyes of somebody of a different circumstance. I want to be somebody else...even if only for one day. That's why I looooove watching MTV's documentaries of "True Life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting restless again...it always seems to happen this time of the year. When the flowers are blooming and the air is ripe with possibilities of what is to come for the summer. Agggghh, if only the pollen doesn't get to me first! I take pseudoephedrine every single day!!! And if any of you take it, you know how &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HYPER &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;JITTERY &lt;/span&gt;that shit makes you. That's why in the majority of the states, if you want to buy any medicine with this ingredient in it...you have to present a valid I.D. and sign a form to get it. This is what addicts use to make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;methamphetamine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9I8OgsgNNI/AAAAAAAAAl8/picrmO4J9Sw/s1600/bee+pollen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9I8OgsgNNI/AAAAAAAAAl8/picrmO4J9Sw/s320/bee+pollen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463495517946262738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn, you stupid bee with your damn pollen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so here's a mini-update on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Latisse &lt;/span&gt;usage. So far, it's been well over a month...and I have to say. For the $100 value of this product, I would NOT purchase it again. Sure it makes my eyelashes soo incredibly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;(it actually hurts to blink my eyes when I'm wearing my sunglasses. I can hear the actual sound *thwip thwip* of my lashes brushing against the lenses)...it's not worth it in the end for me. Why, you may ask? Because I actually end up losing at least 2 eyelashes a day with Latisse. DON'T ASK how. I don't rub my lashes at all! Somehow, I have this sinking feeling that Latisse is weakening my lashes. So sad, too. 'Cause I think it could have had a lot of potential, if not for this one major thing. I'd rather have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;lashes (in terms of volume) than long lashes.  I'm just phasing out Latisse right now. I use it every-other-night now, until it's all gone. Then back to the drawing board! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9I8fG0x1TI/AAAAAAAAAmE/6Xgjvnnh-mo/s320/EYE+close+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463495803059426610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my look today, I used my trusty, beloved Wet n' Wild Trio Eyeshadow palette in "Egyptian Sands". I have used this for over 4 years now! It's so cheap...only $3.99 (sometimes you can get a great deal---like, BUY ONE, GET ONE FREE!), but it's so deeply rich &amp;amp; pigmented in color. I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9I9lrNxdFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/xjGlAjArHyg/s1600/egyptian+sands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9I9lrNxdFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/xjGlAjArHyg/s320/egyptian+sands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463497015418778706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the middle color (a light, shimmery &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;champagne &lt;/span&gt;color) all-over my lid. Then I use the bottom color (a matte &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taupe&lt;/span&gt;) on the "sockets" of my eyeball, to provide definition. I later finish the eyelook off with the top color (an off-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;shade) as a highlighter, right underneath my brow bone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta-da! &lt;/span&gt;So simple, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9I_fLgHKqI/AAAAAAAAAmc/pduMG1lM6z8/s320/Side+views.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463499102849804962" border="0" /&gt;I wore a Royal Purple shirt today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9I_2BCPg4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/D0Ak7A0NrkI/s320/Detaling+of+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463499495177159554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Check out 'em rhinestones ;) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here the shirt is, in closer detail. Not sure why my camera made the color look much lighter?? Weirddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For my lips, I wore the highly-praised (w/n the beauty blogger world, at least)---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybelline's Pink Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9JAxQQ5UyI/AAAAAAAAAms/EPDuCX_rF68/s320/Pink+please.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463500512877433634" border="0" /&gt;Ugh, you can tell that my foundation is too dark for my face. I use L'Oreal's Mineral Make-up, and I normally use 2 shades (mix n' match) to create the perfect shade for my skin during the summer time. That being, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Light Ivory&lt;/span&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Nude Beige&lt;/span&gt;". Right now, I'm actually a "Light Ivory" (because I haven't gotten the chance to tan yet in the sun...too busy workin' inside my lab...or maybe I'm a Vampire? Lol!) But my "Light Ivory" ran out, so I'm just stuck using the "Nude Beige"--which of course, is too dark on me! That's why the face &amp;amp; neck don't correspond in color. Don't mind me. Just give me a couple more weeks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tan/brown&lt;/span&gt; up a bit! Lol, anybody else have this similar problem with the changing of the seasons???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of my fellow beautiful followers Korean? I would love for you to explain the following to me. A couple hours ago, I was actually at my girlfriend's house for our date night (she made me linguini with clams in a light white-wine sauce...*smacks lips* Yummers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9JEC_bP7hI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RWfzjiYvKiA/s320/clam+linguini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463504116129984018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out of her house, I noticed this hanging on the wall near the doorway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9JCEJpDf0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/Dnm3NulL3aM/s1600/Korean+Traditional+Mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9JCEJpDf0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/Dnm3NulL3aM/s320/Korean+Traditional+Mask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463501937028857666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks so freakin' NEAT!! It says "Korean Traditional Mask Image". The 1st mask is labeled as the "YangBan Tai". It looks like it is in the image of a man? Correct me if I'm mistaken. Meanwhile, the 2nd mask is labeled as "Bune Tai"...and it looks like a woman. Once again, I could be wrong. But this is just my interpretation of the mask. With that being said, what is the significance behind all of this? I'm really intrigued. I would have asked her to explain it to me, but I had to rush out the door. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have already eaten with her...I still find myself hungry right now. I'm craving for some good ol' &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com Chim Cut&lt;/span&gt; (Rice w/ Quail). Slather on all that fish sauce! Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9JDOTG4vDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/WbBVBjiqD84/s320/com+chim+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463503210880220210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[I had this a few weeks ago!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to work a couple days ago, I saw this idiot on the road that made me crack up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Check out the massive amount of pollen sticking to my car :( ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9JEbTA7QBI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fmQ1ZyzK7NA/s320/MR+WRONG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463504533705146386" border="0" /&gt;His license plate says "MR WRNG".&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming that he's only doing this to get women? One of my male friends said that maybe it is a reverse-psychology ploy to get the girls! You know how it is...some women like all the wrong type of guys, and feel as though they can "change a man" for the better. Haha. Well, I sped up to catch sight of the dude in the car...and let's just say that he ought to reconsider changing his license plate, instead, to "MR UGLY". Just a mere suggestion  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a final funny PIC for the day. Let me see if any of y'all can understand what's going on in the picture. Click to enlarge if you can't see the image in detail. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think about it very carefully....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9JFvvjOYQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6dBO0iWc6fU/s1600/ICE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9JFvvjOYQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6dBO0iWc6fU/s320/ICE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463505984474210562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Email me if you want the answer!! It's so funny, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could just kick myself&lt;/span&gt; for not having thought of this idea myself! I might just do this to one of my local McDonald's soda machines. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Ok, so you beauties are too good! You figured it out! "Ice Cube" (the rapper) is on the ice dispenser, while "Ice T" is on the iced-tea dispenser. On a quick side note, I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty rough&lt;/span&gt; morning. Woke up, feelin' waaaaay emotional (damn you period!)...started crying. Bf had a tough job this morning trying to calm me down. I just feel so damn bloated and ugly and sad. I want to say that I don't know why. But the truth is...I've been pretty good at hiding and building up my feelings, and I guess just like an overflowing cup of water---my tears were bound to spill out, sooner or later. So I'm just takin' it easy today. The weather in DC area matches my mood today...cold and grey. By next week, it'll be sunny again in the forecast. And so shall I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-5254267065956527390?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5254267065956527390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-rhinestone-eyes-are-like-factories.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/5254267065956527390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/5254267065956527390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-rhinestone-eyes-are-like-factories.html' title='Your Rhinestone eyes are like factories far away, Here we go again!'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S9I5Zx96odI/AAAAAAAAAls/QDpXKvgftAg/s72-c/Barbie+close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-7526399906703065857</id><published>2010-04-16T19:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:19:30.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This shit makes me sick! Icckk</title><content type='html'>Uggh, I am so mad after having read this &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-504083_162-20002440-504083.html"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;. Mad at both parties! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steven Seagal&lt;/span&gt; has always CREEPED me out. He looks like some white guy trying waaaaay too hard to appeal to/be Asian. Does anybody even watch him in any of the movies or shows that he's in??! What a fuckin' scumbag. And then this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kayden Nguyen&lt;/span&gt; bitch is seriously retarded. How the hell do you submit to an "Executive Assistant" position by sending pictures of yourself? I've never heard of having to submit pics as a reference to an application, alongside your resume. Shouldn't that have sounded off an alarm (*ding ding*) in her head that maybe this job wasn't at all what it looked like? Obviously it would have had to involve some physical tasks (blowjobs, etc). SHE'S &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKING DUMB as rocks&lt;/span&gt;. That's so sad. It's not as though she's ugly or anythin'. I'm sure she could get very far in life if she had a nice brain to go with her physical attributes. Brains &amp;amp; beauty! That's the deadliest, yet most positive combo ever! Get it, girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8jukq7At4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/Sjy5_ov5B08/s320/Dumb+bitch+II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460876861951227778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Picture that she sent in along with her resume]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me so angry because how is that suppose to make Asian women look like? I'm already so sick of all of these exotic/erotic fantasies that feature Asian women as being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;submissive &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexually explosive&lt;/span&gt; creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you go off in defending her as an innocent victim that fell prey to Seagal's inappropriate schemin' ways...looky here---apparently, she was already a famewhore and was on the Tyra Banks Show at one point....BRAGGING about how she could get any girl she wanted or she could easily mindfuck any dude in her sight. *shakes my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8ju5-7IVxI/AAAAAAAAAlE/A6LIq0S-t1A/s320/Dumb+bitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460877228097689362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Here she is, as the self-proclaimed "Queen"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what kind of girl goes around proud of having such bragging rights (she sounds far too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cocky&lt;/span&gt;, IMHO). Uggh, this is so gross. This is the weirdest rant I've ever posted, lol. I'm just really irritable today, it's that coming time of the month for me soon. But seriously...isn't it already bad enough that the Vietnamese community has to put up with Tila Nguyen? Why another hoochie broad to taint our image? Riddle me that...I mean, this broad has webcammed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live &lt;/span&gt;before, masturbating with a tampon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8jvZXxlkfI/AAAAAAAAAlM/YwvrX64Z5Cc/s320/Tila+Broad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460877767344493042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8jv1o-dY0I/AAAAAAAAAlU/fYvvZUfOGIk/s1600/Tila+Leaked+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8jv1o-dY0I/AAAAAAAAAlU/fYvvZUfOGIk/s320/Tila+Leaked+Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460878252998222658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I seriously need a COLD SHOWER now. I feel so fuckin' dirty just lookin' at this. Sorry to all you Tila Lovers. It's nothing against you guys...I just don't think she's a good rep for us. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-7526399906703065857?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/7526399906703065857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-shit-makes-me-sick-icckk.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7526399906703065857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7526399906703065857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-shit-makes-me-sick-icckk.html' title='This shit makes me sick! Icckk'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8jukq7At4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/Sjy5_ov5B08/s72-c/Dumb+bitch+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-4890079368851694278</id><published>2010-04-11T16:51:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:40:46.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug-eyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I2cLT8-5I/AAAAAAAAAkE/gqMZDVRA99I/s320/SUNGLASSES+TILT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458985556027177874" border="0" /&gt;Lol, I love the new sunglasses that I got from this store called, &lt;a href="http://www.charmingcharlie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charming Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I have never ever heard of them before! (Sounds like a pedophile's name or somethin') But my brother's gf and I went shopping this past Friday and she showed me the store. I never used to like these type of frames (too &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bug-eyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my taste!), but it seriously does a good job at hiding anything, like say, if you didn't have a good night's sleep. Which unfortunately, I didn't. I've been having the strangest dreams ever, and that has put a serious dent in the amount of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapid_eye_movement_sleep"&gt;REM&lt;/a&gt; shut-eye I get. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I3RpDKOrI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xZySRJ3wWXs/s320/SUNGLASSES+FULL+TILT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458986474542873266" border="0" /&gt;I'm wearing Revlon's ColorStay Lipstick in "Smooth Nude". Like I have said, I'm in a very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;NUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mood as of late. None of the usual floral, girlie&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt;'s for me right now. Just not feelin' it. I don't, however, think I can get away with those HUMONGOUSLY HUGE BUG-EYED SUNGLASSES that Nicole Richie loves to be rockin':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I6zja8aPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/GZA9oiz6SQs/s1600/NICOLE+RICHIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I6zja8aPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/GZA9oiz6SQs/s320/NICOLE+RICHIE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458990355682453746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That, my friend, is where I draw the line...those sunglasses seriously EAT UP more than half of her pretty face, lol. I'm lovin' the huge bun on the top of her head, though. I will try to rock that soon! Been feelin' quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy &lt;/span&gt;in terms of my fashion, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I4FggQQVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJn82wWBE98/s320/BRACELET.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458987365602181458" border="0" /&gt;My cool bracelet from Charlotte Russe! It's a pearl bracelet with a bronze, flowery touch on top. Like my cute &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;electric blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; purse?? I got it from F21 awhile back. I just love it! Blue and studs, my favorite winning 2 touches in one aesthetic combination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I4sC1EShI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZxkFh9xeoKo/s1600/BLUE+PURSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I4sC1EShI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZxkFh9xeoKo/s320/BLUE+PURSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458988027651312146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also wanted to show you the detailing on my shirt that I wore today. It's kinda hot outside today (~76 degrees), but I'm freeeeezing. I am feeling quite sick right now. Not sure if it's the allergies or just a simple cold. My nose is runny, my throat is scratchy, and my eyes are burning. Yikes! Definitely not feeling well today, that's for sure. Anyway, here's the shoulder part of my shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I5Ui-hQgI/AAAAAAAAAkk/S6B9UEEQLZ4/s1600/EMBROIDERED+SHIRT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I5Ui-hQgI/AAAAAAAAAkk/S6B9UEEQLZ4/s320/EMBROIDERED+SHIRT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458988723475661314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Different, ain't it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Shirt is also from F21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I5fajngEI/AAAAAAAAAks/xy39VTanWdQ/s1600/SANDALS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I5fajngEI/AAAAAAAAAks/xy39VTanWdQ/s320/SANDALS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458988910193901634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my shoes....I just threw on my H&amp;amp;M sandals I got for $20 last summer. Very comfy, but the downside is that H&amp;amp;M shoes don't run in 1/2 sizes (I wish it came in 7 1/2, but these are 7. That's why my toes are slightly so sqooshed, lol). Don't want for the weekend to end...*poutpout* Enjoy it while you can, m'dears!! Muahs, muahs!! Ttyl!! Off to eat some delicious &lt;a href="http://www.bonchon.com/eng/index.php"&gt;BON CHON CHICKEN&lt;/a&gt;! :^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-4890079368851694278?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/4890079368851694278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/bug-eyed.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4890079368851694278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4890079368851694278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/bug-eyed.html' title='Bug-eyed'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8I2cLT8-5I/AAAAAAAAAkE/gqMZDVRA99I/s72-c/SUNGLASSES+TILT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-5281586184279130598</id><published>2010-04-10T19:51:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:11:17.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want to know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EPA7XiH9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/sIL5jfdIMew/s320/POMPADOUR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458660731960565714" border="0" /&gt;Lol, hihihi! How are we all doing on this fine Saturday? The weather was just lovely today---&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt;! Albeit, it was chillier than I had anticipated. I couldn't wear my shorts or tank top...only flip-flops. I had a cardigan on. But hey, as long as it's NOT SNOW...I can't complain (as you all might recall, I had the worst winter season ever. I am just *cringing* as I remember the 3 feet of snow I had to shovel).  I just felt like going for a very vintage, glamour-girl type of look today. Hence, the pompadour and the massive pearl earrings. I pulled my curly hair off to the left side, in a low side pony-tail style.  Then, I did a side-plait to make it look a bit more modern. I'm sooo digging braids! Agggh, hate on me but I do. *shrug* I can't help what I feel like, right? *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EQA9YBa8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/4moThwScKeI/s320/PLAITS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458661832011115458" border="0" /&gt;I also decided to put my (thus far, mostly neglected) NYX Jumbo Pencil in Milk, to good use. I use it on my waterline before applying my black eyeliner. I was about to try out these &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/10-Pairs-Natural-Long-Fake-False-Eyelashes-Eye-Makeup-A_W0QQitemZ230454532959QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_0?hash=item35a8291b5f"&gt;cool lashes&lt;/a&gt; I got on eBay a couple of months ago, but I chickened out. I don't know how you ladies do it. FALSIES SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF ME!! So now I still have a full case of these 10 lashes, and no idea how to use them! Any tips?? They're so cheap so I'm not too pissed at my lack of skill, lol. On my lips, I am using MAC's "Fleshtone". I just feel like muting my lips these days, nothing too special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8ETs4RviPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/vB7j9fSth-A/s320/1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458665885091727602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, don't forget! Sephora is having their VIB 15%-off sale, April 8-19, 2010.  Just use the on-line code of: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIBMADNESS&lt;/span&gt;. Meanwhile, the BI sale will begin on April 12 with the code of: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BI15&lt;/span&gt;.  Hope everyone gets everything on their list, lol. I was thinking of getting the &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P245414&amp;amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;Clarisonic Mia&lt;/a&gt;, but I still can't justify that purchase.  Agggh, maybe some other time. Anyone has this and wants to help convince me to take that plunge of a purchase? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8ES5DjCQ4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/yY83Wp_D05I/s320/FLIP+FLOP+CANDY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458664994763850626" border="0" /&gt;Look what my brother got me for Easter! Lol, guess what this is? It's actually candy, that's shaped and molded to look like little sunflower flip-flop's. How cute, huh? I didn't eat it yet. It's way too cute. And 'sides, my brother rarely gives me ANYTHING! That lil' munchkin must want somethin' from me, hmpht. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EURmUg4zI/AAAAAAAAAiU/5hhhC6mWM5Y/s320/soybean+milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458666515926672178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, one of my favorite refreshments to indulge in! It tastes so creamy, light, and smooth going down my throat!! But I just recently read somewhere that too much soymilk actually causes acne? Is that true? Because I would hate to give up on soymilk!! So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Get to know me a little bit better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to show a picture that my bf took of me when I was at the Smithsonian Museum in D.C.&lt;br /&gt;It was awhile back, but it still cracks me up, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EVkI8hUuI/AAAAAAAAAic/r8ujChum4K0/s320/GOOFING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458667933970551522" border="0" /&gt;I always feel as though I'm too "serious" on this blog. Haha, but hopefully by now...the readers that have been here with me from the beginning know that I'm honestly one of the most goofiest girls you will ever meet! I'm the type of girl that laughs 10 seconds too late after a joke. I trip over my feet even when there's ABSOLUTELY NOTHING on the ground. Yep, that silly girl is none other than me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EWntOAkXI/AAAAAAAAAis/oXJLcits4RU/s320/BUDDHA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458669094758814066" border="0" /&gt;The gray purse I have on here...it means a lot. I remember I was browsing in Victoria's Secret and I wanted it sooo badly. But they didn't have it at Fair Oakes Mall, they had ran out of the gray color. So my bf drove to Tyson's Corner Mall after work (mind you, this was during the CHAOTIC Christmas season) to get it as a surprise for me. Sooo sweeeeeet of him. And guess what? That shit is probably collecting dust at the bottom of my closet right now. *smh* I don't appreciate any of the material things I have, so sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EXxWYr_VI/AAAAAAAAAi8/QJ2uKHJOY6I/s1600/GRADUATION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EXxWYr_VI/AAAAAAAAAi8/QJ2uKHJOY6I/s320/GRADUATION.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458670359939906898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably one of the happiest days of my life. My graduation from GMU last summer! It wasn't even one of those fake grins I usually put on. I was seriously smiling so hard, to keep the tears from falling across my cheeks. My entire family was there and it couldn' t have been a more bittersweet moment (sweet in the sense that I finally didn't have to pull all-nighters anymore, bitter in the sense that OMFG what the fuck do I do with my life now??! Lol, I miss school so much, *sigh* never thought I would be saying that...) I don't know who took my picture here, but I guess they didn't take it with flash. My folks, lol. Below is a picture of me with the flowers I got right after the graduation ceremony. I'm standing right next to my Uncle John (my mom's brother). He's my favoritest! As a kid, whenever my mom told me "no" to something I wanted to get, such as a Barbie doll...he'd be the one to give me what I wanted (without my mom knowing). He can't say "no" to me, I don't think he has ever! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EY7ohEEYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/5Dazpx5VnQ0/s320/GRADUATION2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458671636117197186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8Ee-e0D6vI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jg3BqEzHqFI/s320/UNCLE+AND+ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458678282121898738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Uncle so much. He has taught me EVERYTHING I know. I am who I am, thank God, hugely in part to him. I don't want to go into this subject too heavily at all. But my father had 0% presence during my life. He didn't take me out, never bought me anything, didn't do SHIT for my mom and I while I was growing up. But my Uncle John, he is basically the only father figure I have ever had in my life. To me, HE IS MY DAD. I feel so blessed to have such great ppl in my life. It's true what they say....it takes an entire village to raise a child. And I was lucky enough to have my mom's side of the family (the village) to raise my brother and I. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EhpBUNuLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/yBepeuKADKY/s1600/PARTY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EhpBUNuLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/yBepeuKADKY/s320/PARTY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458681211961325746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the rare times you'll ever see me at a party drinking. And even then, I don't really...hence, that's why in this pic I'm down in the basement with the ones who don't, lol. I guess I must be one of the few who don't drink. I know when I'm with my friends, I'm always DD ("designated driver").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions or would like to know something about me, feel free to leave a comment or hit me up at my email:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; glitteryeyexx@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bite&lt;/span&gt;! Lol, unless you want me to...I keeed, I keeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-5281586184279130598?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5281586184279130598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-want-to-know.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/5281586184279130598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/5281586184279130598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-want-to-know.html' title='What do you want to know?'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S8EPA7XiH9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/sIL5jfdIMew/s72-c/POMPADOUR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-9017610601990447281</id><published>2010-04-04T19:29:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:24:03.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm that tree-hugger, lol</title><content type='html'>Just came back from dinner at Joe's Crab Shack. We had a feast of crabs, crawfish, shrimp, crab cakes, and corn-on-the-cob (my fave summer side!) Ohh, boy, I'm so stuffed. I've been eating only one meal a day...which is sooo OUT OF THE NORM for me. Usually, I eat 6-8 meals a day. I'm not sure what's wrong, but I've definitely lost my appetite. My first meal of the day usually isn't until 3pm or later now. I would go to the doctor, but I'm sure it's nothing serious. Back to the story, well....Joe's Crab Shack is alright. It's not spectacular like Captain Philip's or any of the other seafood establishments. Their ambiance is very casual and light. Not fancy or formal, whatsoever. (We were seated in a booth. Is it just me, but does it bother anyone that these booths leave "butt marks"? You know what I mean---once you get up from the seat, you look down and see the imprint of your butt...it bothers me for some odd reason, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7kp7TN-pyI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sYmGyVu8L78/s320/Joes+crab+shack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456438522283992866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes out served in a pot, and everything is packed neatly within a net inside the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7kqMbJ4p_I/AAAAAAAAAhU/n5NKPbS6K08/s320/Crabs.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456438816472082418" border="0" /&gt;Like I said, it was mediocre at best. Each pot is about $20-$30, which is overpriced in my opinion. But my girlfriend tried it recently, and I saw her pics on Facebook, and it made me drool. I had to see for myself if it was worth the hype (there are so many commericals for this place that it was driving me crazy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the whole point of this post entry is to STRESS THE IMPORTANCE OF SUNSCREEN. Please, ladies!!! Please listen to me!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You need to use sunscreen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Now that it is a lot warmer &amp;amp; there is plenty of sunshine in the breezy air, you would think that there would be no worries. BUT!!! You have to think---with all this newfound sunlight, it's more important than ever to start implementing sunscreen within your daily beauty/make-up regimen. I have always been aware of the harmful effects from the sun. Even as a child, while every kid was running around laughing and having fun, without a care in the world...I was the dorky, weird kid hiding underneath the tree for shade. My mom used to tell me that if I went out into the sun, I would get freckles and skin cancer. Imagine you're only 5 years old...I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even &lt;/span&gt;know what cancer meant, but it just sounded so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ominous &lt;/span&gt;and ill-boding. So yeah, you could call me a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tree-hugger&lt;/span&gt;", quite literally. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7khqBOZBYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xHNWj-AVE0A/s320/Neutrogena+Sunscreen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456429429303084418" border="0" /&gt;I have been using this for about a week now, and so far---I'm LOVING THIS!! It's the Neutrogena HEALTHY DEFENSE Daily Moisturizer SPF50 with Helioplex (which is supposed to be provide more stability than the average sunscreen). It doesn't leave my face feeling greasy or "clogged" at all. There is a subtle sheen after wearing it for more than 5 hours, but it actually makes my face look dewey and fresh. I loves it! It has won an award from Allure Magazine. So go check it out at your local drugstore! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7kio0MVrnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/jcA-ZoSgx04/s320/Ocean+Potion+sunscreen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456430508136574578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my body, I prefer to use the Ocean Potion Sunblock! It smells so good! Remember when you had Orangesicles at a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7kjTzqqL_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/aQ4RQRTWOG0/s320/Orangesicle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456431246729687026" border="0" /&gt;Well, that's how the sunscreen smells like. It smells so delicious! The only downside is that while I was washing my car today (DMV had BEAUTIFUL WEATHER TODAY! High 70's, sunny!), some bees and wasps were chasing me. Lol, if I wasn't so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terrified&lt;/span&gt;...I might have even said that the mere sight of me screaming like a little girl, running around in circles might have provided entertainment for some. But alas, I hate bugs so that shit just pissed me off! My bf didn't help, hmmph! He was too busy cleaning up his "baby" (his pride and joy Lexus). So yep, this is how it looked on. It goes on, dries very quickly, and then I just set my mineral make-up over it to cover up the many freckles I already do have (*sigh* I attribute this to the fact that I used to have tanning membership at Hollywood Tans. My mom used to give me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such shit&lt;/span&gt; for that! Sorry, mom. So now I pay the price...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7kkudxerHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/agz79isqi8I/s320/Fresh+Faced.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456432804220808306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[In the bathroom lighting]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha, wanna know something funny? I'm just wearing a sports bra here! I shouldn't have said that, I don't know what kind of sickfucks come onto my site. DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT YOU SICK PERVS ARE ON HERE!!! The reason I don't use my Formspring anymore is because of ppl like you! So yeah, keep on moving along. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get the fuck out of my site!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7ks6gdeyeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/liad5PgXr94/s320/Side+View.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456441807193688546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[By the window/natural lighting]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Side view. I'm wearing my trusty Timberland hat! It's a summer staple of mine. Yeaaaah, so I'm that kinda girl that tosses my hair in a ponytail and throws on the baseball cap. I'm so simple in the summer. Or you might even say I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;laaaazzzy&lt;/span&gt;, hahahaha. Takes, like, 2 seconds to accomplish this look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7kmLINdNGI/AAAAAAAAAgs/tXmT6TG3sFg/s320/Timberland+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456434396160406626" border="0" /&gt;The hat has seen better days, lol. It has some imperfections on it, because I don't know how to take care of my things. I'm very messy, so things always go flying everywhere in my room. On the floor, on the table, etc etc. But it's still my very trusty hat!! Oh, also wanted to show you guys how messy my make-up area can be. Don't judge, lol. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7kmsXzkRRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iuz7sNCCDRU/s320/Messy+Area.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456434967282468114" border="0" /&gt;Oy vey! I gotta clean up a bit. And this is just a section of where my make-up lies. I have 2 other areas. And I'm going to let you have 3 guesses as to the level of orderliness those other areas are at. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7knT_OucCI/AAAAAAAAAg8/OdThNyVDj4U/s320/Full+Face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456435647880261666" border="0" /&gt;My full-face, after putting on my sunscreen! My usual, usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7kn5RiPjHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/0ThJGIMk5gY/s320/Vacant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456436288449121394" border="0" /&gt;I look so vacant...like an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alien&lt;/span&gt;. Lol! I swear, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the lights are on upstairs"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So sad that the weekend is over.....why does it always feel as though the weekends just SPEED BY SO QUICKLY??? I don't want to go back to work!! My vacay is coming up in May, but that just seems so damn far away...*pout* I want to know...are any of you guys going on any planned vacations soon? And if so, where? Please do share!! I'd love to hear y'all's plans =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-9017610601990447281?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/9017610601990447281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-that-tree-hugger-lol.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/9017610601990447281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/9017610601990447281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-that-tree-hugger-lol.html' title='I&apos;m that tree-hugger, lol'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7kp7TN-pyI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sYmGyVu8L78/s72-c/Joes+crab+shack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-7114241735213357819</id><published>2010-04-03T16:39:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:29:01.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby girl, turn me on with your Electric Feel</title><content type='html'>Title is from my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmZexg8sxyk"&gt;favorite song&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MGMT&lt;/span&gt; (it was heard everywhere last year, from Gossip Girls to your Forever 21 blastin' that shit every time you set foot inside the store), hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! So I survived another boring week. Woot! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY EASTER&lt;/span&gt; TO ALL MY Christian/Catholic friends. My bf has only been eating the McD's Filet o' Fish sandwiches (love their &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5_mt_Cdz5o"&gt;commercial&lt;/a&gt; by the way), lol. I felt so bad, so I joined him so he wouldn't be the only one NOT eating meat. Aren't I the best gf ever? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7epDDRbE3I/AAAAAAAAAfE/mNVlyAwvIOg/s320/filet+o+fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456015343465730930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, as I was saying...work has been so B O R I N G. Literally, I don't even talk to anyone anymore. I figured, the less I say...the less "ammunition" ppl will have against me. It seems like everyone's in such a major funk these days, I don't want these idiots to be raining down on my parade, lol. But with that said...I DID manage to play a joke on one of my co-workers. He's real chill and he's always talking about what a "player" he is and how many girls he gets (*scoffs* Yeaaah right, he's one of those guys who's all talk and no show!). So while he was gone, I left this on the back of his chair, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7eoc8TviJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/qEa_-9OADvg/s320/talk+to+the+hand+old+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456014688761383058" border="0" /&gt;And yesssss, that is my REAL HAND that I photocopied!!! Lol, I have waaay too much time on my hands, I swear. Anybody know how to read my life-line? I wanna see how many more years I got in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have a story to tell y'all. So yesterday I went to Fair Oakes Mall right after work. I went to the MAC store to get their #130 brush (it's new!). I swear, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;just my luck&lt;/span&gt;....of alllll the SA's to help me....I got stuck with this bimbo. I shoulda known that she didn't know her stuff. First of all, she was WAY TOO NICE. Most MAC ppl are snooty and standoffish. So I should have known right then and there that I was dealing with a noob. I asked her to get me the #130, and she gave me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blank stare&lt;/span&gt;. So I repeated my question, and she was like, "Ohh, ok. Lemme go see if we have it or not..." She returned, only to say that she didn't. But then later, I noticed that I thought I saw the #130 on a high shelf near the back of the store. So she was like, "Ohh *giggle* you saw that and you don't even work here *giggle giggle*" Umm...I was like, "Wtf?" But then I went home, and guess what?!!! She gave me a freakin' #187!!!!! I already have that. I can see if I were mistaken, then whatev. I'm not too good with memorizing all of the brushes and their #'s. But she works there, for God's sakes! *smh* So yeah, I gotta go return that. I also got the #227, but I'm not feelin' it....so that goes back, as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPRING FEVER&lt;/span&gt; in me!!! So I decided to go bold and crazy for Friday. It didn't just stop at my yellow nail polish, folks. I seriously am going color crazy!! I love colors! Especially blues, yellows, corals, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7eqn0j4jmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/e6tQWV-rgH4/s320/Barbie+side+profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456017074683416162" border="0" /&gt;I looooooooove my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;'s. I could seriously wear that color forever and ever....it's such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tranquil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; peaceful&lt;/span&gt; color. I used this new eyeliner I found during one of my recent stops at my local ULTA store. Usually, I hate going in there. Their SA's are THE WORST EVER!!! They're so unknowledgable and bitchy, I try to limit my visits there at all costs. Their stores are so ugly in decoration, too. So plain! But anyway, I digress....back to the story. I found this cool new eyeliner that totally caught my eye. I have never heard of this make-up company, either. Anybody ever heard of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LA Splash Cosmetics&lt;/span&gt;? I bought their liquid eyeliner in "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Electric&lt;/span&gt;" (13014G)--it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;!!! I think at least 5+ girls must've complimented me on my eyes that day everywhere I went. Of course, all of my guy friends were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; typical. They were like, "Uhh, Sophie. What happened to your eye?" Lol, gotta love guys, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7er02Ok6cI/AAAAAAAAAfU/byz7bI1OVWo/s320/LA+Splash+Electric+Blue+eyeliner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456018397980846530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPhone picture here does not do it any justice, whatsoever!!!! In real life, it's this brilliant electric blue hue with aquamarine sparkles. Sooooo fucking pretty!!! It reminds me of the crystal clear oceans with blue sparkling diamonds of the tropics. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7eswPndAOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/-hCeVwqZrSE/s320/Barbie+FULL+FACE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456019418408354018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I look all weird because I was trying to snap a quick pic before I headed off to work. Look how I'm wearing my navy blue shirt with my blue eyeliner, with my blue face towel hanging in the back (I'm in my bathroom btw, which explains the orange-y lighting!) I'm pretty much obsessed, you could say. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my lips, I have been using MAC "Saint Germain" a lot. It's really nice. Just your favorite Barbie pink lips! Can't do no wrong, IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7etM7Gc7eI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Y53Wf9z0SK8/s1600/Saint+Germain+lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7etM7Gc7eI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Y53Wf9z0SK8/s320/Saint+Germain+lips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456019911117434338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrgggh, my iPhone picture is so blurry! But you can get the gist of it all. I love this color on me!&lt;br /&gt;So yep, I'm off to enjoy the rest of my beautiful Saturday day. I hope you all are having a blast like me! Eat a lot and enjoy! I leave you with this cute thingy that my friend had sent me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7etpk6N21I/AAAAAAAAAf0/5tXLucqFZSI/s1600/Fortune+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7etpk6N21I/AAAAAAAAAf0/5tXLucqFZSI/s320/Fortune+cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456020403376741202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which reminds me, I bought 2 tote boxes of Girl Scout cookies. TWO BOXES of each and every flavor! You shoulda seen the way those lil' girls' eyes BULGED out of their heads. They were soo cute sayin', "Thank you! Thank you! You guys are our HUGEST CUSTOMERS EVER!!!" (My bf got those all for me, I didn't even have to ask him *smirk*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7et_a4N4YI/AAAAAAAAAf8/eZsESRb8R5k/s1600/Girl+Scouts+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7et_a4N4YI/AAAAAAAAAf8/eZsESRb8R5k/s320/Girl+Scouts+cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456020778641121666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easily &lt;/span&gt;polished (punished, lol?) off 5 boxes of these bad babies already (which is why there's only one box shown). BYE BYE FOLKS!! THANK YOU, COME AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-7114241735213357819?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/7114241735213357819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-girl-turn-me-on-with-your-electric.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7114241735213357819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7114241735213357819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-girl-turn-me-on-with-your-electric.html' title='Baby girl, turn me on with your Electric Feel'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S7epDDRbE3I/AAAAAAAAAfE/mNVlyAwvIOg/s72-c/filet+o+fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-90597455479045874</id><published>2010-03-27T18:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:34:05.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They call me Mellow Yellow</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm seriously really bored! Lol, hence my multiple postings in one day. Usually, I don't even post but every couple of weeks. My bf is at Hard Times shooting pool right now. I don't feel all that swell, so I opted to stay at home. I'm watching the ANTM marathon. Wow, Tyra looks so different each and every season. But somehow she still looks kinda the same? She doesn't age! Oh just wanted to show you guys what I have on the walls in my bathroom! I looooove CHRISTY TURLINGTON!! She's my idea of what a woman ought to look like. Her face is seriously 100% symmetrical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66Ea6f6GdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/g-yXCGZ5C74/s1600/cturlington1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66Ea6f6GdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/g-yXCGZ5C74/s320/cturlington1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453441796706802130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66E5swF0cI/AAAAAAAAAeU/NzVufEWTuuU/s1600/cturlington2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66E5swF0cI/AAAAAAAAAeU/NzVufEWTuuU/s320/cturlington2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453442325592527298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66FEqMUBcI/AAAAAAAAAec/hT0V5yCBg_w/s1600/cturlington3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66FEqMUBcI/AAAAAAAAAec/hT0V5yCBg_w/s320/cturlington3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453442513884153282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yep! These are the hauntingly beautiful pics that I set eyes on once I flicker on my bathroom lights. And then I get to look at my scary self first thing in the morning, lol. She's my inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm FEELING my nail color right now. I feel kinda giddy and lighthearted right now. I vacillate in-between my emotions so much. But right now, I feel really gay (happy). So my nails most definitely have to match, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66F1UUOcBI/AAAAAAAAAek/mH3bOryLXBM/s320/yellow+nails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453443349825351698" border="0" /&gt;And here's what I wore for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66GBrDuPMI/AAAAAAAAAes/t7ZA2S32_MY/s1600/ootd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66GBrDuPMI/AAAAAAAAAes/t7ZA2S32_MY/s320/ootd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453443562088578242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owl necklace is so cute! I love how its two eyes are shiny, white rhinestones that reflect in lighting. Then I threw on another long necklace that has multiple chains all in one. I wore this neon yellow tank top that I got from F21. Outter gray coat is also from F21 and has fine faux fur finishing on the hood, it keeps me oh-so-warm in this crazy DMV weather. (Yesterday was nearly 70. Today is 49 degrees...brrrrrr....I went to get Pho today!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66GnoRGorI/AAAAAAAAAe0/iBp7n01y3CA/s1600/a23405500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66GnoRGorI/AAAAAAAAAe0/iBp7n01y3CA/s320/a23405500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453444214174425778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wear gray a lot, I do realize. I don't know but that's the safest color, in my opinion. The world is not always black 'n' white. There's a lot of gray areas, here and there. Sooo yeaaaaaaaaah....that is my day in a nutshell. I need to go to Wal-Mart later to pick up some things, but soo lazy to do anything right now. Hmm, has anyone seen this?? This guy is pretty amazing! How he manages to make the original song look like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit &lt;/span&gt;is funny. His version of "Nothin' on You" is SO MUCH better!!! (But his remix is geared towards his mama, whereas the original song is about a pretty girl that the original singer likes). This song is on my mind constantly...........so damn catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, vid is low-budget...quality is ehhh....ch-ch-check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qP9mijHsX_E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qP9mijHsX_E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-90597455479045874?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/90597455479045874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-call-me-mellow-yellow.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/90597455479045874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/90597455479045874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-call-me-mellow-yellow.html' title='They call me Mellow Yellow'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S66Ea6f6GdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/g-yXCGZ5C74/s72-c/cturlington1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-3949031842068610598</id><published>2010-03-27T17:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:54:28.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things at the Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Things at the Moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Book &lt;/span&gt;I am currently reading: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanghai Girls&lt;/span&gt; by Linda See&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S656ImHDcVI/AAAAAAAAAds/oHRQB8Ot_ps/s1600/Shanghai+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S656ImHDcVI/AAAAAAAAAds/oHRQB8Ot_ps/s320/Shanghai+Girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453430486879924562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who I am obsessed with: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincent_van_Gogh"&gt;Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best known for his piece "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Starry Night&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S658R4mQr7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/4MiMOGPstI0/s320/Starry+Night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453432845484732338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=== His life, his personal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;struggles&lt;/span&gt;, his artwork. I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsessed &lt;/span&gt;with this man. You can just see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;madness &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fury &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;insanity &lt;/span&gt;behind all of his personal pieces of art paintings. Look at the detailing! Unfortunately, what he is infamous for is how he cut off his lower left ear to send to a prostitute. For some reason, I feel drawn to ppl who have inner turmoil, but who are fucking brilliant. It's just that Van Gogh was in so much pain all of his life...........mental, heart, physical pain, you name it. That man had to struggle through it all. Can't really blame the poor lad for going apeshit nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S657QkoW2SI/AAAAAAAAAd0/QxFlnT5BmEU/s320/Van+Gough+selfportrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453431723433318690" border="0" /&gt;His self-portrait. Look how he covered his ears up. He lived a life full of sin. He smoked, hooked-up with prostitutes, etc etc. Eventually, however, he grew increasingly isolated and instead became fervent about religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S657_KicW-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/J10G40tVQ24/s1600/van+gogh+pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S657_KicW-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/J10G40tVQ24/s320/van+gogh+pain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453432523883043810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Art was his only mere solace from the world that he found so increasingly difficult to subsist in.&lt;br /&gt;But even so, he always felt this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pang &lt;/span&gt;of acute loneliness and heartache. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;that fits my Mood: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreamworld&lt;/span&gt;" by Robin Thicke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rnmVPamKHuI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rnmVPamKHuI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I love how Robin Thicke makes a reference to Van Gogh... "I would tell Van Gogh he was loved, there's no need to cry..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ehhh, I know this entry is so random but just wanted to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-3949031842068610598?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3949031842068610598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-at-moment.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3949031842068610598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/3949031842068610598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-at-moment.html' title='Things at the Moment'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S656ImHDcVI/AAAAAAAAAds/oHRQB8Ot_ps/s72-c/Shanghai+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8979346331007643796</id><published>2010-03-24T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:45:14.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah, maybe I feel a little hippy right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qwTQLiTGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/U6SRFFYwvrY/s320/braids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452364143692762210" border="0" /&gt;My hairstyle of the day! I love braids. Love it! Even as a little girl, that was the simplest and most chic thing I could do to my hair since I always wanted to get to school on time. And recently, I rekindled my old love for this type of hairstyle. I love it! Inside me is still a tiny, little girl who remains...no matter what my exterior may otherwise prove. I'm always going to be the smiling, shy, innocent 12-year old that I remember.....it's truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast &lt;/span&gt;time flies by *nostalgic smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now within me, it's quite hard to explain...but I feel a pot of broiling emotions simmering in this stew of uneasiness and apprehension. My body has gone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rigid &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stiff &lt;/span&gt;constantly, almost as though I am anticipating some sort of attack. Not really sure what is going on? This too, shall pass. I wish I could do "happy-go-lucky" posts like everyone else...but when your head is constantly swirling and in a state of confusion, no words can suffice. I wish I could bring ppl into my world.....I really do. Hope everyone else out there is doing better than me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 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Get more bang for ya buck'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qbxtKPdvI/AAAAAAAAAdc/d2bk8D6_ucA/s72-c/stila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-6048819290736737878</id><published>2010-03-24T18:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:00:06.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYAGMZ0FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5nt2gj9ATy0/s1600/funny+lamebook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYAGMZ0FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5nt2gj9ATy0/s320/funny+lamebook.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452337426315464786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYPYiWq7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/WmtQz14J7G0/s1600/funny+lamebook2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYPYiWq7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/WmtQz14J7G0/s400/funny+lamebook2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452337688937409458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYVVXmT4I/AAAAAAAAAck/qtX8gsZjcno/s1600/funny+lamebook3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYVVXmT4I/AAAAAAAAAck/qtX8gsZjcno/s400/funny+lamebook3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452337791166205826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYbFD87zI/AAAAAAAAAcs/MwJe2_RDrMs/s1600/funny+lamebook4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYbFD87zI/AAAAAAAAAcs/MwJe2_RDrMs/s400/funny+lamebook4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452337889868050226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYekFpTSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/YPkz_9SppV4/s1600/funny+lamebook5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYekFpTSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/YPkz_9SppV4/s400/funny+lamebook5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452337949736258850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYmgbu55I/AAAAAAAAAdE/iMWQVNIFBwc/s1600/funny+lamebook7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYmgbu55I/AAAAAAAAAdE/iMWQVNIFBwc/s400/funny+lamebook7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452338086194112402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CLICK TO ENLARGE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYAGMZ0FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5nt2gj9ATy0/s1600/funny+lamebook.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-6048819290736737878?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/6048819290736737878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/03/lamebook.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/6048819290736737878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/6048819290736737878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/03/lamebook.html' title='Lamebook'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6qYAGMZ0FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5nt2gj9ATy0/s72-c/funny+lamebook.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-2076156587007834903</id><published>2010-03-17T17:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:19:37.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck cutesygirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t buy from them'/><title type='text'>Fuck Cutesygirl rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRLS, BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh! I've absolutely had it with Cutesygirl! For all they fucking care, they just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOST A CUSTOMER in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So here's the deal...I had placed an order with them awhile ago. I bought wedges, flip-flops and a dress. However, as time progressed I noticed that I was not sent any Tracking # via e-mail (which usually is sent when you order on-line). So I e-mailed their Customer Service to inquire about being provided with my Tracking #, since I don't have it shipped to my home but to my bf's house, instead. I wanted to know exactly which day I should drop by his house to pick up my shipment. So, Jaclene (one of their Customer Service reps) wrote me back saying that it was sent to my e-mail and that did I bother to check my "Spam" inbox. Ummm....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HELLLO&lt;/span&gt;?!!?? I'm very meticulous when I order things on-line. I check my e-mail &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT AWAY &lt;/span&gt;to get my Tracking # so that I can determine which day to drop by the bf's to get my shit. So I was already peeved when I got her e-mail, asking me that dumb question. OF COURSE I CHECKED! My inbox was more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;empty &lt;/span&gt;than a blonde bimbo's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6FTzUmgblI/AAAAAAAAAcM/whJ30qh3LFk/s1600-h/death+trap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6FTzUmgblI/AAAAAAAAAcM/whJ30qh3LFk/s320/death+trap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449729165263662674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so fast forward...I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;receive my box from them.  So excitedly, I rushed to tear that box into pieces so that I could "try on" all of my new merchandise. It was all good in the beginning but when I reached to slip my feet into the "Bamboo Marisol Wedges" (which ought to have been the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt;, since that is even the ONLY reason I even bothered to place an order...those wedges were the only thing I wanted. I only got the other shit to get the $50 FREE shipping, which is in and of itself a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scam&lt;/span&gt;). I noticed something odd. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wires &lt;/span&gt;on the butterfly was majorly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pinching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;into my feet. Like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PAINFULLY SO&lt;/span&gt;!!! I stumbled around on my wedges to test-run by walking back and forth across my foyer hallway floor, and the pain only began to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intensify &lt;/span&gt;even more so. On my left foot was a bloody gash. Pissed off, I took the wedges off of my feet and ran to my laptop to conjure up an e-mail to this Jaclene girl. I sent that last Saturday!! And to date, I STILL HAVE not received a response from her!! What SHITTY CUSTOMER SERVICE IS THAT, HUH??!!!! I even forwarded that same e-mail I had sent her that day AGAIN this week, just in case for some reason, she never got it? But still....NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did what I had dreaded from the very beginning. I hauled ass onto the phone to contact them verbally....ONLY TO BE PUT ON HOLD TWICE for 20 minutes in duration each time!! I'm soooo beyond &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKING PISSED&lt;/span&gt;. After finally reaching HUMAN contact (instead of that annoying dumb machine voice shit they play over and over and over again...I thought I was going to pull my fuckin' hair out!! What's the motherfucking point of having a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer Service&lt;/span&gt; department, if you don't even live up to the whole point of being a "Customer Service" company?!!??)....their Customer Service rep, Sharon, tells me that "unfortunately" I will need to take a picture of the shoes, and send it to them, blah blah blah...HELLO?!! I only have 14 fucking days to resolve this for a refund and by doing this, I feel as though they are truly trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delay the process &lt;/span&gt;so that in the fucking end, I won't be able to return it. The reason why I haven't sent the wedges back is because WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I SEND IT BACK &amp;amp; HAVE TO PAY (OUTTA MY POCKET) the S&amp;amp;H fees when they should just send me a "return UPS or FedEx Label".  It's not like I"m trying to scam them out of this. I really wanted this issue to be resolved. I'm the customer, they're the company providing me with my goods------shouldn't a customer's complaint be resolved?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo fucking pissed. I'm just going to end up throwing those fucking shoes away. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't have time to play Cutesygirl's fucking games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In the end, I will have wasted all of my time and patience and money only to be told that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;, my 14-days are already up. Sorry, keep those shoes that fucking puts little gashes onto the side of your feet every single time you wear them! CUTESYGIRL CAN SUCK MY NUTS. The truth is that I only ordered from them (straying away from my GoJane) because I saw all of these YOUTUBE beauty guru's promote them on their own YouTube channel. I should have known that OF COURSE THESE GIRLS ARE GOING TO RAVE AND RAVE about Cutesygirl. Hell, if you gave me FREE SHIT (even if they were shitty quality, which is how most of the items on that site is really like anyway), I'd be raving, too. It's not coming out of my bank account, right?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really even sat down and researched about the company. What a fucking idiot I am!! *facepalm* But still, this doesn't mean that I deserved to go through this frustrating ordeal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'm just going to stick to GoJane. Hell, even AMICLUBWEAR is better than Cutesygirl!!!! End rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-2076156587007834903?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/2076156587007834903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-cutesygirl-rant.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2076156587007834903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2076156587007834903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-cutesygirl-rant.html' title='Fuck Cutesygirl rant'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S6FTzUmgblI/AAAAAAAAAcM/whJ30qh3LFk/s72-c/death+trap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-7271731626722082558</id><published>2010-02-20T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:12:37.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FORMSPRINGin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;         If you were to get a piercing or tattoo, where and/or what?                     &lt;span class="askedBy"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/chaoticcookie"&gt;chaoticcookie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/h4&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I am already in the midst of planning out my 1st tattoo that I will be getting some time around May (my bday gift to myself?? Hmm, why not? Lol) I want a fairy on my ankle. Well, that's what I have in mind...but who knows I might change my mind at the last minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO however plan to it on my ankle, so that way...if I needed my tattoo to be hidden, I could just wear pants. I eventually plan to get another tattoo after the ankle one on the side of my left rib. I would most likely get a favorite quote of mine. I'm not too sure about piercings since I am not really too into them...yet. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;         hi sweetie! how old r u? and where are u originaly from?             &lt;/h4&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Lol, for some reason I just pictured some creepy old man in his underwear at home writing me these questions. I don't know why...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoo, hopefully that's not who actually asked me these q's. I'm in my early 20's (a lady never discloses) :p And I guess that I'm originally from the South. My mom's from Arkansas and my dad's from South VA. He was stationed/worked at the naval base there and they eventually ended up relocating up to a suburb outside of D.C. area when I was a young kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/glitteryeyexx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEEP 'EM  Q'S COMING AT ME! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/glitteryeyexx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;formspring me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-7271731626722082558?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7271731626722082558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/7271731626722082558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringin.html' title='FORMSPRINGin&apos;'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-8529519865072172338</id><published>2010-02-20T16:17:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:59:01.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hautelook haul &amp; Viva Glam Gaga/Latisse update</title><content type='html'>Hihihi! Thanks for everyone's well-wishes. I still have the *snifffles* (remember when you were a kid and used to wipe your snotty nose on your arm sleeves? Lol, don't front! You use to do it when there were no tissues around!) But I felt a whole lot better to hit up the mall. I used a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bronzer &lt;/span&gt;today to look less "dead", lol. Just 'cause it's winter doesn't mean that I ought to look like the walkin' dead zombie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4Br1dHNScI/AAAAAAAAAb8/o_t-swR3LeY/s320/ear+muffs4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440466915955657154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also diggin' my new hair color I just did. I colored it this dark chocolate brown color, but next week when I'm getting my haircut, I'm thinkin' about putting in some highlights! Btw, I know my favorite scarf and ear muffs don't match exactly but oh well---I looove these  muffs that I got from this Korean store called "AMUSE" (at Tyson's). It keeps my ears ohsowarm! I don't really like to wear any winter hats because once I take it off, I get that hair static and no amount of hair products/water can keep the fine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby hairs&lt;/span&gt; around my forehead down.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while me and the bf were walking around, all of a sudden I saw a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; line form on the bottom floor (we were on the top level looking down). So out of curiousity, I stook on the balcony to see what the heck all that commotion was. It turns out that one of the Disney stars from "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wizards of Waverly&lt;/span&gt;" place was there! He's the guy that plays Selena Gomez's on-screen bf on that show. His real name is Gregg Sulkin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4BSe6R4lbI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DZx5e0Zf-I4/s320/gregg+sulkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440439040857380274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4CTP7p5boI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cDgA6tnLRx4/s1600-h/gregg+sulkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4CTP7p5boI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cDgA6tnLRx4/s320/gregg+sulkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440510251784302210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating whether I should have stood in line for his autograph (so I can sell that shit on eBay, of course!) But I saw all of those "tweens" giggling and squealing and that was enough to make me want to vomit. So I had to gracefully passed on the opportunity to meet him. Besides, just from observing him he seemed like he had a big ego. He was just sitting there *SMACKING* his gum and not really smiling. I don't about you but if I were to ever be famous, I wouldn't just be rude and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outwardly &lt;/span&gt;showing that I'm *thisbored* to be taking pics with my fans. At least have the deceny to PRETEND that you're interested! Well, maybe he was just having an "off" day?? Lol, I'll just give him the benefit of the doubt. Here he is talking, he's British by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAMQfmiCzek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAMQfmiCzek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I was at the mall to return a bunch of earrings I got from Urban Outfitters. I had ordered them on-line but don't you hate it when everything looks SO GOOOOOOD but once you get your package, it's like....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; in real life? I also returned this black see-through lace shirt at F21, but managed to snatch up this huge multi-colored floral ring (to match the earrings I had in one of my previous entries!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4BZ7CdX2UI/AAAAAAAAAas/q4WHMYE23JY/s320/ring2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440447220670781762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to show you guys what purse I carry when I go shopping. I have learned the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard way&lt;/span&gt; that it's best to have a convenient, small, portable purse when I go to the mall. It's already hard enough to balance 10 shopping bags with only two hands, much less have your shoulder be strained from carrying a 5-lb purse (hey! I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shoulders, what can I say?) I just went out with my friend recently and she thought I had this as my designer bag. Ummm....nooo. Lol, I got this shit at F21! You'd be sooooo amazed to see the things that they carry. Really cute things and here everybody is...always guessing that I spent hundreds and hundreds of dollars on my clothing/bags. With this economy, it's good to scale back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4BhLvJgZqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6N2rk1wCgbI/s1600-h/purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4BhLvJgZqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6N2rk1wCgbI/s320/purse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440455204126353058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just wanted to update you on my status. I am now officially done with my 2nd bottle of Lilash. I was sick of it always giving me the tired, "blood-shot" eyes....so I got my 1st new bottle of Latisse. (I'm only on my first week thus far...will have to keep you guys updated). I'm always on the look-out for any eyelash growth products! I'm obsessed with long, lush eyelashes, but what girl isn't? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4BXUyW4oPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XnBamaP_xRQ/s320/latisse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440444364490318066" border="0" /&gt;As you can see...it's soooo FUCKING LONG!! It's actually getting a bit difficult for me to keep my eyes open when I'm working a 10-hour work day. But for its strength in length, Lilash really sucked in giving me any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOLUME&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really hoping that Latisse will give me more lashes, not really so much emphasis on the length because I'm not exactly sure how much longer my lashes can be?? I won't be able to keep my eyes open anymore, LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so in my last post, I was talking about the Lady Gaga lipstick. I have come to the conclusion that I don't really like it, even though the packaging is super cute. I know that I am in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MINORITY &lt;/span&gt;when it comes to not liking it. But for some reason...on me, sometimes it comes out looking purple-ish?? Does anyone else have the same experience as I do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4BY_2mbjBI/AAAAAAAAAac/_8AEWi_DR3M/s320/lady+gaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440446203875265554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4BZIwmtvaI/AAAAAAAAAak/N8Ah8YO-QK4/s320/lady+gaga+swatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440446356884667810" border="0" /&gt;I feel like the formula and consistency of this lipstick also *accentuates* dry lips, and can make your lips look flakey! I even have tried to use the Korres Lip Butter (in Jasmine) underneath prior to the Viva Glam Gaga application, but to the same tragic result...FLAKING. Uggh, I'm soo frustrated!!! Buttt----I have decided that I will not return this! Why?? Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all 100% proceeds will go to charity&lt;/span&gt;. Since it's for a good cause I will keep this baby. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went back to my bf's place and looooook what came in the mail, y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4Ba0GdAvBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/WvS_SABbfgw/s320/hautelook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440448200995552274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys have not already checked out this &lt;a href="http://www.hautelook.com/invite/glitteryeyexx"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;, it's FREAKIN' RIDICULOUS!! I'm hooked on this site. I *literally* check this shit out everrrryday. I sneak on the comp at work and have to get my &lt;a href="http://www.hautelook.com/invite/glitteryeyexx"&gt;Hautelook&lt;/a&gt; fix. Basically, it's this site that has designer clothing (they had Rock&amp;amp;Republic jeans, Justin Timberlake's clothing line "William Rast", etc etc) and high-end cosmetics (Kevyn Aucoin, etc) at DISCOUNT PRICES! I have already made 2 transactions through this site and have been soo pleased with the service. It's sorta, like, an exclusive shopping on-line experience! In order to get in, it's by invitation-only. Just sign up &lt;a href="http://www.hautelook.com/invite/glitteryeyexx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how cute it was wrapped! It has the "Hautelook" sticker on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4Bc3AfwUrI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DxmRl3ANeiY/s320/hautelook+wrapped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440450449959310002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week they had a deal on Mario Badescu products which I just happen to LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! One of my fave YT girls, Leina, just finished up doing a review on it...ch-ch-check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1s0KTtiyozc&amp;amp;feature=sub"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see what she has to say. The first product I got was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariobadescu.com/productResults.asp?prodSearch=flower+tonic&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0"&gt;Flower &amp;amp; Tonic Mask&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4Bd0LZS_4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/zFsFy4iNLEg/s320/flower+tonic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440451500857032578" border="0" /&gt;I love it. It smells very floral-y and goes on so cold &amp;amp; creamy on your face. You just have to wait for it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harden&lt;/span&gt; a bit and then you wash it off! Then your face is sooooo SOFT and radiant. I love using this in the summer when my skin goes haywire on me, lol. The tonic is supposed to "reduce bumpy, congested skin". Next thing I got was the &lt;a href="http://www.mariobadescu.com/productResults.asp?prodSearch=almond+scrub&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almond &amp;amp; Honey Face Scrub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4BeuIFRM8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/5zrqKDQIyv0/s320/almond+scrub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440452496400135106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very goooood exfoliator! Just be careful when you're rubbing this on your face to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very, very gentle&lt;/span&gt; because if your skin is sensitive, your face can be red after using it (but it gradually fades away leaving your skin very smoooth---it washes away your dead skin cells). And the last thing I got from &lt;a href="http://www.hautelook.com/invite/glitteryeyexx"&gt;Hautelook &lt;/a&gt;was the Mario Badescu &lt;a href="http://www.mariobadescu.com/productResults.asp?prodSearch=whitening+mask&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whitening Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4BffT82xJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bhRL1oPvLXA/s320/whitening+mask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440453341399663762" border="0" /&gt;I LOOOOOOOOOVE THIS THE MOST out of the 3! It doesn't "whiten" your skin (like, it's not bleaching or anything drastic like that). Basically, it improves your skin's clarity and tone. I use this most especially during the summer, because my skin gets very red and oily if I have to be out in the sun for more than 10 mins (no lie). It's very powdery white when you first open the jar....what you're supposed to do is to have your skin already damp and then you spread the powdery-like substance all over your face. You let it dry for 5-10 minutes, and you wash it off.  A definite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must-have&lt;/span&gt; in your skincare regimen!! =D   So all in all, I saved a lot of $$$ by getting my Mario Badescu products through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hautelook&lt;/span&gt;. Ohhhh yeaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, hey. Look at what my goofy bf likes to do in his spare time. He goes to Asian stores that sell anime/manga stuff and he buys these "build-your-own-action-figure" kits. Lol, that's what he loves doing. He'll spend hours putting this together and then he just throws it around after he's finished with the product. What a wasteful person he is! But it looks pretty neat, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4Bgk1OMfEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1-W5kRvIbfQ/s320/josephs+toy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440454535741733954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm going to end things by showing you what my doodles mostly consist of...they say that you can tell a lot about a person through their doodles. Hmm, I wonder what my doodles tell you about me...hahahaha, that I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?? Half the time, I'm in my own world....dreaming away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4BiH7vqyWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/7yyTUB5okqA/s320/doodle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440456238299793762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE A HAPPY &amp;amp; SAFE WEEKEND, EVERYBODY!!!! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm off to Red Lobster...yummy Cheddar biscuits and side Caesar's salad *rubs belly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-8529519865072172338?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8529519865072172338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/02/hautelook-haul-viva-glam-gagalatisse.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8529519865072172338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/8529519865072172338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/02/hautelook-haul-viva-glam-gagalatisse.html' title='Hautelook haul &amp; Viva Glam Gaga/Latisse update'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S4Br1dHNScI/AAAAAAAAAb8/o_t-swR3LeY/s72-c/ear+muffs4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-2064464029361925351</id><published>2010-02-17T20:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:22:25.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red makes money</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3yTyOXsSuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/awERInhq_Xw/s320/CNY5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439384941016926946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to show you guys how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;I looked when I got my lucky money from CNY! Lol, I'm sucha goofball kid at heart, honestly. I made $850 that day (loves my family!), woot woot! But on the down side, I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shitload&lt;/span&gt; of bills to pay off. *cue sad music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to take a nice, long hot soothing bath. Today was pretty crappy. I had a huge migraine and felt sick. I took some meds and it just made things worse................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3yV0UAW5sI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QavwLhtSfLI/s320/sick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439387175912662722" border="0" /&gt;I'm hoping that tomorrow will be a much better day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-2064464029361925351?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/2064464029361925351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-makes-money.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2064464029361925351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/2064464029361925351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-makes-money.html' title='Red makes money'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3yTyOXsSuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/awERInhq_Xw/s72-c/CNY5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-4780149518457443396</id><published>2010-02-15T20:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:40:38.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow out the candles! :0</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3oDmU-I9GI/AAAAAAAAAZU/NHU7GnSUgK8/s320/moms+bday+buffet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438663457002550370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;[sent on my iPhone]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  //Disable right mouse click Script //By Maximus (maximus@nsimail.com) w/ mods by DynamicDrive //For full source code, visit http://www.dynamicdrive.com  var message="Function Disabled!";  /////////////////////////////////// function clickIE4(){ if (event.button==2){ alert(message); return false; } }  function clickNS4(e){ if (document.layers||document.getElementById&amp;&amp;!document.all){ if (e.which==2||e.which==3){ alert(message); return false; } } }  if (document.layers){ document.captureEvents(Event.MOUSEDOWN); document.onmousedown=clickNS4; } else if (document.all&amp;&amp;!document.getElementById){ document.onmousedown=clickIE4; }  document.oncontextmenu=new Function("alert(message);return false")  // --&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It was her b-day and we went to Blue Pearl because she looooooves buffet's (even though I personally don't take a liking to them too much).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;They even came out and sang to her "Happy Birthday" while the entire restaurant cheered and clapped in celebration. The look on her face was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;. She was merely just trying to enjoy her Korean BBQ prime rib, lol. She never even saw this co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;ming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"&gt; Little things like this bring a smile to my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-4780149518457443396?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/4780149518457443396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/02/blow-out-candles-0.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4780149518457443396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/4780149518457443396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/02/blow-out-candles-0.html' title='Blow out the candles! :0'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3oDmU-I9GI/AAAAAAAAAZU/NHU7GnSUgK8/s72-c/moms+bday+buffet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-5592728872409436039</id><published>2010-02-13T21:20:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:41:00.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna need you to say somethin' baby, say somethin' baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dhM2B7AmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/L4iLQiiiPJY/s320/drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437921948363063906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm hardcore FEELIN' that Drake song "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say Something&lt;/span&gt;". I'm not a big fan of Drake actually. I never got his appeal to younger females?? But this song, I'm feelin':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How can something so familiar be so strange?&lt;br /&gt;Closest friends get estranged when the status change,&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, is it my mistake to think that where I am and where you at..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go into work today to make up the hours from the snow days (was off for 2 days). I'm so fucking pissed though! Everyone else who took more time off than me just decided to put in for PTO (Paid Time Off). I think I'm just too much of a workaholic! I had 4 ppl hit me up on my cell today to try and hang out, but I always say "No". I feel like I'm that ONE friend you have that's always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIA &lt;/span&gt;and every time you try to make the effort to make plans with, they always disappoint by either &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flaking &lt;/span&gt;or just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignoring &lt;/span&gt;you. How has it come down to that? I just feel like such a homebody these days. Going out clubbing is no longer appealing to me. Maybe going to lounges is alrighty, but I can't stand being stuck inside the uncomfortable confines of a sweat-infested, chicken-head popping, cheap-cologne wearin' scrubs tryna to FEEL all up on you! *shudder* But yeah, I'm still surprised ppl try to entice me to go out these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, right after work I headed out to Tyson's Mall. OMFG. There was soooooo MUCH FUCKING TRAFFIC. Like, 495 was a parking lot---bumper to bumper, all red brake lights on full force---So we took the inside way on Gallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dn0867YgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/tMhT05sgio0/s320/traffic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437929234477310466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even once we got to the mall, parking was suuuuuuuuch a BITCH. Bf ended up getting into a fight in the parking lot. Fucking foreign idiots can't fuckin' drive for shit. It's like, hel-loooo! This is America where there actually RULES on the road you have to obey. But I didn't hit up that many stores. Just went to the essential stores---&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F21 &lt;/span&gt;(nothing good, and too many girls elbowing each other for a raggedy piece of clothing), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sephora &lt;/span&gt;(had to return something, those SA's there LOOOOOVE me! The gay guy remembered me from last time and winked at me), and fiiiinallly URBAN OUTFITTERS! It's my newfound love! Even though the prices there are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ridiculously, ridiculously &lt;/span&gt;JACKED UP!!! Here are some of the things I tried on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dg3YOG5qI/AAAAAAAAAXE/tkxUOsHEFBI/s320/cream+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437921579583858338" border="0" /&gt;The first thing I tried on was this cream-colored dress with golden metal stud detailing on the shoulders. It looked really sophisticated and elegant, which is what first drew me to it when I saw it on the hanger. It looks reallly good with some hoisery underneath. Cute, simple, chic! It's called the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence &amp;amp; Noise Beaded Epaulet Dress&lt;/span&gt;" $68 and here's how it looks on the model:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dhutvXP5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/oprC5siknv0/s320/cream+dress+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437922530253291410" border="0" /&gt;And the gold metal studs on the shoulder look much better in real life. It's a lot darker in real life (both the dress itself and the studs) than in the pic below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dh7hwKpMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/10ykgCFpzgY/s320/cream+dress+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437922750373733570" border="0" /&gt;Next up, I tried on a beautiful rich, deep royal blue dress! I loooooove BLUE!!! If you know me, you know that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY COLOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hope no one gets too psychologically analytical and tries to decipher that as me being a depressed person, hahahaha. I just love anything blue! The belt that I am wearing here costs $24 and it's really a great staple to have in my closet. I have a very teeny-tiny waist and it's hard to find a "cincher" belt that fits snugly at my waist. Most belts hang too loose and actually just lay at my hips instead (which is how I never wear my belt!) The dress below is called the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence &amp;amp; Noise Ruffle Front Silk Dress&lt;/span&gt;" $$58. The silk feels sooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smooth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comfortably&lt;/span&gt; on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3di3-_hEEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Gcj9J_dhmNs/s320/navy+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437923789014896706" border="0" /&gt;I can just see myself wearing this on a late crisp, summer evening with the gentle breezes flowing ever-so-gently into my dress. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is how it looks like if I don't wear a belt at all with it. It's actually fine to wear the dress just by itself, with no belt at all! It has an elastic band at the waist so it does not hang loose and make you look frumpy/pregnant at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dj6-qkCuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ia9QePWm2WQ/s320/navy+dress+no+belt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437924939978246882" border="0" /&gt;(Hehehe, in the picture above...you can kinda see my dimple. ^_~ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how the dress looks like on the UO website. It actually comes in Magenta and Black color, as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dkvCumEfI/AAAAAAAAAX0/v_FpMQ6uqog/s320/silk+ruffle+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437925834422096370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next (and last) dress that I tried on was a floral tube-dress! Perfect for the spring time, which I am soooooo READY for! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dlVxk3I7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ruQ-lkUY0_E/s320/floral+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437926499832767410" border="0" /&gt;Here it is, with that same belt that I wore with the last dress.  The dress is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. I'm getting the idea by now that this season is going to be ALL ABOUT FLORAL PRINTS &amp;amp; LACE. Anybody else think that? Well, anyway it's called the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urban Renewal Floral Chiffon Front Silk Dress&lt;/span&gt;"$58. How it looks on the model:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dl9ppTlrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/C_N3xsJE8Ag/s320/floral+dress+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437927184898692786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesssss! If any of you guys live near an Urban Outfitters, I suggest you run to your local store to check it out! They're currently having a big sale, so I think it's definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worth your while&lt;/span&gt;. I go the bf a nice shirt as well. It's a sheer (not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheer-sheer&lt;/span&gt;, but the material is thin and it looks like one of those shirts you wear if you were to go on a yacht or cruise ship), long-sleeved shirt that you can fold up at the elbows to wear casually, but still formal-looking...if that made any sense? We're planning on going on a CRUISE TRIP in the month of May for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthday celebration  &lt;/span&gt;and I'm getting clothing for him to pack for that trip. As for the trip, I'm soooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dounWvAGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/oThn2wT5_E4/s1600-h/gaga+lipstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dounWvAGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/oThn2wT5_E4/s320/gaga+lipstick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437930225120772194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I went out and bought the new MAC Viva Glam Lady Gaga Lipstick yesterday night. It looks like a cutesy, Barbie-bubblegum pink lip color. I love those types of colors! I can't wait anything but pinks and nudes with my skin tone. If I wear red/burgundy/mauve-y colors, I look so washed out and "dead". I haven't had the chance to wear it yet, since I have a tiny cold sore on my lip (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;, I know! I get it when I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stressed &lt;/span&gt;or eat too much bad/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oily &lt;/span&gt;foods. In this case, I was just eating my Chinese food at work when it popped up! FML, FML, FML.) But so far, just by swatching it on my hands...I'd say this is a keeper for sure! I'm not feeling the Lauper lipstick one. It's too coral/red in my opinion, and I know that I wouldn't be able to pull it off! :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm just eating some sushi I got as "carry-out" from the mall for dinner and just watching "WEDDING CRASHERS by myself....bf dropped me off home because tomorrow is the Asian New Year and he has to be home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dqDgs1wiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/N_-iJDmw4p4/s320/sushi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437931683623322146" border="0" /&gt;Oh, and you know that "find the 10th picture in your picture folder and post" tag that was going on awhile ago. I decided to tag myself and do it...hahahahhhahahahha, OMFG. Look what I found. This was when I was 18, and so intent on getting bronzed-tan and "beach hair" look. I'm standing next to my best friend at the time (we hardly talk anymore, shame shame. She was really fun and cool!) Here I am, trying to "stoop" to her level. I'm almost 5'6 and she's only 5'2. Even stooping as far low as my back would allow, I'm still taller than her *LOL* She's soo cute though!!! I miss those ol' days when we used to be dumb and do stupid, yet silly things. *sigh* I'm getting nostalgic.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dqeItD3rI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kBLQAMGk7ng/s320/summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437932141038263986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, look how tanned I was! I used to go to a tanning place that I had membership at (HOLLYWOOD Tans&gt;&gt; $100 for 10 tans!), but I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burn/peel&lt;/span&gt; really, really badly. Like, I used to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peel &lt;/span&gt;my skin off while I was bored working at Best Buy *my 1st job ever*. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasty&lt;/span&gt;, yet entertaining to do when the place was empty with no customers around, hahahha. Well, hope everyone is having a lovely weekend! I seriously am so glad that I have made so many beautiful and kind blogger friends here. I was just thinking that today, this blogspot.com place has seriously allowed me to "see" so many things (loook at pics of so many neat places in the world/read and witness such different and diverse opinions and personalities) and I never ever even had to travel outside the country! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO all my Asian blogger friends in reference to tomorrow...or if the time difference is earlier than where I am right now, HAPPY NEW YEAR right now! *blows fanfare and confetti falls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3ds64zSjTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4sxZzY3qamk/s320/happy-chinese-new-year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437934834008886578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the Year of the Tiger! MY YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S3dtg9UrUZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KLpihGuNZ3A/s320/tigers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437935488057692562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about this or not? My mom says that if it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; year....then you must exercise &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra caution&lt;/span&gt; because your year is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cursed&lt;/span&gt;??? I'm a bit nervous but at the same time, I come from a scientific background and try not to get caught up in superstitions. I'm just curious, though. 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Yay meee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S27Syl34UvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/N30jAqax1gQ/s320/crazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435513566884549362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeiiiii! Lol, I just finished shoveling so more snow! Everything is so dense and hardened to ice after last night's bone-chilling drop to the single-digit temp's. But at least the sun is out today! Look HOOOOOOOOW HIGHHHH that moutain of snow is to the right. Its height is as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high &lt;/span&gt;(if not just a bit higher) as my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;car&lt;/span&gt;. And to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;---I did all that shit by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;. So proud *pats myself on the shoulder* A lazy-ass, 100lb something like me did all that within 3 hours.  Hahhaa, look at my lazy next-door neighbor. That bitch is gonna have a grand ol' time trying to get out, I might have flung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; snow at her car in order to clear mine out (ok, ok. Don't tell her! I flung A WHOLE LOT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;So annnywaaays, I got taggged by the beautiful &lt;a href="http://oh-jhoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jhoy&lt;/a&gt; to post 10 random facts about myself. Umm...this is kinda difficult. But I will try my best not to bore y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes I like to close my eyes and count up to see how long I can close my eyes while driving. So far, I haven't hit anything yet. It's so strange, but I think I just get some sort of rush on the road from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't learn how to speak or write in Vietnamese until after I graduated high school. I'm still not very good.  I actually read a lot better than I speak. Same thing with Spanish. I took 5 years of Advance Spanish but I can't speak a lick of it now (never really had any Spanish friends to converse with) and yet when I watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telenovelas&lt;/span&gt; on tv, as long as I have the CAPTIONS on, I can understand what's going on by reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can tell if a guy likes me for me, or if he's just trying to get down in my pants the first 5 seconds I meet him. That's what you get by having 90%+ of your friends as males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strangest &lt;/span&gt;craving to pour &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; syrup over a fat, juicy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steak&lt;/span&gt;. Just had to share because it's been on my mind for the past 2 weeks! Maybe I'll grow some balls and actually make my steak this way soon, just to find out if it'll taste as good in my mouth as it does in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S27aL4OQY5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/eNLX4Tmxhzc/s320/chocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435521697888363410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have thin but muscular calves. Guys always ask if I work out my legs because it's evident when I wear heels. I don't?? I used to hate them but I guess if it can get me a pass out of going to the gym, it's finee by me now. Note: I am extremely lazy when it comes to anything physical ('cept sex :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't like lipglosses, I actually prefer lipsticks or lip balms more these days. I hate getting my hairs stuck to my lips! MAC lip glosses are some of the guilty culprits that I try to shy away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My #1 FAVORITE SONG OF ALL MOTHERFUCKIN' TIME is "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7in-9E3ImQ"&gt;Crash into Me&lt;/a&gt;" by the Dave Matthews Band. They originated from VA, where I'm from. Sooo def cool that I just so happen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love this song more than life&lt;/span&gt;. I love the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7in-9E3ImQ"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; a lot, too. Especially the women dancing in the beginning. I always felt as though I belonged to that time era! Beautiful! (Side note: This song, if you carefully read the lyrics, is actually about a "peeping tom" stalking the girl that he's infatuated with. How come all the songs I like are so creepy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before I die, I want to travel to Japan, South Africa, and Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S27Y-Q5PBEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0mpB4aTA7Vk/s320/japan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435520364481283138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I sleep with 10+ stuffed animals. I can't sleep without at least 4 pillows surrounding me, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S27XqauomQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UDrW2_M748o/s320/lambie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435518924012165378" border="0" /&gt;I even have the "Lambie" slippers that look like them! Soo freakin' cute! Got it from Bath &amp;amp; Body Works. I love squishing their bellies to calm me down. Like my own lil' "stress balls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S27YCfrtdHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/CzEeqsA_8uI/s320/hk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435519337658938482" border="0" /&gt;Of course...you know I have this sick Hello Kitty fetish. My bf got me this at the "Build-a-Bear" workshop. I didn't want her to have the typical clothes they sell there for stuffed animals. I wanted my very own baby kitty! So I just got her the HK underwear to wear as "diapers". I am a mommy now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Umm...last random fact. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I LOVE THE COLOR BLUE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S27YolDbGTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sdXSG2YNbmQ/s320/nails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435519991935605042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040207145187111068-6679690028275674678?l=glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/feeds/6679690028275674678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-did-it-yay-meee.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/6679690028275674678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040207145187111068/posts/default/6679690028275674678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitteryeyexx.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-did-it-yay-meee.html' title='I did it!! Yay meee!!'/><author><name>glitteryeyesxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10237936209441150848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/TTHH1enJcpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rYbB56k5eAc/S220/BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S27Syl34UvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/N30jAqax1gQ/s72-c/crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040207145187111068.post-1617378383720918915</id><published>2010-02-07T08:53:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:48:52.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My cherry's been popped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S27GGDJ4GvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2k_pu-AX__g/s1600-h/beautiful+blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S27GGDJ4GvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2k_pu-AX__g/s320/beautiful+blogger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435499607511014130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, another one! The lovely &lt;a href="http://xbeyondmex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beyond Me&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me for this award. ! Lol, I guess you could say my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cherry's been popped&lt;/span&gt; ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);font-size:x-large;" &gt;BLOG AWARD TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);font-size:x-large;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE ARE THE RULES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Thank the person who gave you the award&lt;br /&gt;2. Paste the award on your blog&lt;br /&gt;3. Link the person who nominated you for the award&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell 7 interesting things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;5. Nominate 7 bloggers or less&lt;br /&gt;6. Post links to the 7 blogs you nominated.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;SEVEN INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I have a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fears, and they're all quite odd. I'm afraid of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;cotton balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (the ones you find when you open up medication bottles), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;toilets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I can't watch any Discovery Channel documentaries when they're filming underneath the ocean, I stop hyperventilating), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;doorknobs/faucets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (can't touch those with my bare hands---ever!), and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;feet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(can't stand the sight or even accidentally brushing mine against someone else's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. I immensely enjoy reading funny sites like: &lt;a href="http://dontevenreply.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;dontevenreply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;peopleofwalmart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I know it is sooo not healthy! But I eat eggs 3-5x a week for dinner. I only love 'em &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunny-side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up, though. I pour a lil' soy sauce on top and I'm good to go! So weird, huh? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql9Vmz58jEg/S27KfXvRKII/AAAAAAAAAVc/x1A0MJfP5kE/s320/sunny+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435504440579795074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;skateboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when I was in high school. Like, it was my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;. I wasn't a pro at it, but you know that Lupe Fiasco song "Kick Push" where he's talking about how much he loves skateboarding? Those lines:&lt;br /&gt;"They would Push, 'til they couldn't skate no more&lt;br /&gt;Office building, lobbies weren't safe no more&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't like they weren't getting chased no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Just the freedom is better than breathing&lt;/span&gt; they said..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we got banned from the mall after all. We used to go on top of those Macy's g
