<?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-4133125</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:49:50.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Wha?!?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-106024237625898759</id><published>2003-08-07T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T00:54:16.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Wrong Window&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this has GOT to be, BY FAR, the FUNNIEST accidental IM I have ever received. To all my readers out there, enjoy. Khanh and I were just talking about fall classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;wa u taking ma'am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi:&lt;/font&gt; i'm not too sure yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;EWRT2, social psych (if my prof is teaching it), bio6a (cuz i flunked it), and probably MATH1C (if i need it or if i feel like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;of course u feel like it and u need it ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;are you sure?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh:&lt;/font&gt; yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;but i'm following the TAG... i only need the minimal amount of math (but i don't know what that is yet =T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;y u neeFUK U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;LAN TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;NO EXCUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;DAMN RIGHT BIATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;MASTER KHANH HAS PUT HIS DICK DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;UR GOING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;oh shiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;HAHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;ignore that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;IGNORE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;NOOO DON"T READ IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh:&lt;/font&gt; i got the TAG for san diego with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;the TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh:&lt;/font&gt; u didn't get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi:&lt;/font&gt; holy shit... HA HA HA... i'm laughing so hard i can't fuckin' BREATHE!!! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh:&lt;/font&gt; hahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;==== still laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;so tempted... to post it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;but... *ack* moral issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;so yea about the TAG lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi:&lt;/font&gt; *keels over laughing* HA HA HA!!! omg, khanh... you're going to kill me. can't breathe... oh god... *gasping for air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;ok ok ok vanna calm down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi:&lt;/font&gt; can't... *crying* HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh:&lt;/font&gt; HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;yes yes it's funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;so yea about the TAG     STOP LAUGHING I KNOW UR LAUGHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;*wiping the tears away* but... HA HA HA... i can't help it! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;can i PLEASE post this up? *batting eyelashes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh:&lt;/font&gt; SIGh    it gonna make a fool out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;but... *tugs on your sleeve* puh-lease?!? :-[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;HAHAHAHAAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh:&lt;/font&gt; i gues    i'm kewl like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi:&lt;/font&gt; YAY! *claps hands* love ya, khanh! *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh:&lt;/font&gt; i'll write that down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh:&lt;/font&gt; that's the second hugs i will get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;from me? or from anyone? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;from U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;i got hugs from other already   got my checklist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;u owe me two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;TWO?!? what the?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;YES TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi:&lt;/font&gt; you have a checklist of hugs? o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh:&lt;/font&gt; ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi:&lt;/font&gt; khanh, you need a g/f. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;i meant 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi:&lt;/font&gt; WHAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;yes yes yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;i need a gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi:&lt;/font&gt; *narrows eyes* what is this LIST you speak of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;u dont need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;u owe me 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;i won't give you four until you show me this list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;show me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: &lt;/font&gt;need to make list now shhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Yan Zi: &lt;/font&gt;hey!!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Khanh: hehhehehhe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a great sport about all this, Mickey! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-106024237625898759?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/106024237625898759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/106024237625898759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106024237625898759' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-105953896121544523</id><published>2003-07-29T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T21:23:58.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Women. Bah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: women will break your heart, Big V&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: if you let them&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *sigh* yes, i've learned that the hard way. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *taking a brief moment to gaze off into the distance*&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: heh&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: be careful around women, kz... they can't be trusted. they're always up to something, always have something up their sleeves, lemme tell ya that&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: that's why i go for the males. they're a lot less complicated&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: if you're ever looking for any good guys, lemme know&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: heh&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: if only i were built that way&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: guys might be less complicated&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kevin, I've read a lot of away messages during my seven years of AOL instant messaging, but no one has yet to beat him at having the best away message. Behold, the message that's ranked number one in my book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auto response from kevzster:&lt;/b&gt; Rubber ducky, you're the one.  You make bathtime lots of fun...except that one time when you broadcasted me over the internet.  You little bastard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol* That guy... he's going to be the end of me one day. We still have the best online convos. The things that he comes up with... *shakes head* Thanks for keeping it real, kev. ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-105953896121544523?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/105953896121544523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/105953896121544523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105953896121544523' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-105920210382529122</id><published>2003-07-25T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T23:48:23.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Presents&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: UR OLD&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: EW, what are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i'm only 8 days older than you&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: anyhoo, shut up... you shouldn't argue with your elders. =P&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: anyway, can you do me a favor?&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: $5&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: wa up&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: man, your service to me is only worth five bucks? SWEET!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: anyway, can you give joe a big fat hug and kiss for me? *sweet smile*&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: HEY HEY&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: thank you, khanh... you're the best! *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i better get a BIGGER FAT HUG and KISS my bday too&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i'm writing that down&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!! *falls off chair*&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: $5&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: DEAL&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: no promises, though&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: hehehe okie i'll tell him&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: yeah, and i'll be sure to tell him to give you a bigger and fatter hug and kiss on your birthday. *nudge nudge* ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: ROFL&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i didn't know you had a thing for joe, khanh. *cheeky grin* you surprise me every day&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: that's not how it goes&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *feigning innocence* i don't understand what you're talking about...&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: ooo oh u don't know me well enough ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i think i'll have a bbq&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: for your b-day?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: coolness&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: YEA&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: =P&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: therefore u are invited&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: so i be expecting my hug and kiss from u =P&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: MUHAHAHAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: a hug, most definately, but i'll have to think about that kiss... i don't easily give out kisses. you'd have to earn it. =P but seeing how it's your b-day, MAYBE&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: no guarantees, though&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: not even $5&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: :'(&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *falls off chair* you'd PAY me to kiss you?!? *howls*&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: ROFL&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: if it must come to that&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: careful now... you don't want to sound desperate. *lol* i've got a b/f now. don't make me turn him into my bodyguard. =P&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: =-O must becareful&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA&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/4133125-105920210382529122?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/105920210382529122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/105920210382529122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105920210382529122' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-105841488418086849</id><published>2003-07-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T21:08:04.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Mmmm Mmmm Good...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verde: how's the husband and kids?&lt;br /&gt;Verde: good?&lt;br /&gt;Verde: how's tim and his third leg?&lt;br /&gt;Verde: many cultures find it a blessing to have a three legged son in the family&lt;br /&gt;Verde: a sign of royalty&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i killed off my husband and sent the kids to boarding school. tim's fine, but i'm thinking of submitting him to the mental ward. he keeps trying to gnaw off his leg&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: oh, really? then i guess i must be culturally ignorant&lt;br /&gt;Verde: wow. i was so sure you were going to eat the leg&lt;br /&gt;Verde: make some pho out of it or something.&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i tried once, when little timmy was asleep, but i didn't prefer the rather smokey texture&lt;br /&gt;Verde: awww well. not all third legs can have the sweetness as mine does.&lt;br /&gt;Verde: or rather, mine DID.&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: o_0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cringe* I don't want to know...&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/4133125-105841488418086849?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/105841488418086849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/105841488418086849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105841488418086849' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-105788298079570123</id><published>2003-07-10T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T17:23:00.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Khanh vs. Loc&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khanh had asked me for my summer school schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: wa do u do with alll those spare time&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: hang out with friends, sit around on my ass, watch movies, get bored at home... =T&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: u planning to do that all summer?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: pretty much. i doubt i'll be able to get a job at this late in the summer&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: and plus, my family and i are going to hawaii mid-august&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: =-O&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: awww u so lucky&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i'll send you a postcard. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i'd pack you in my suitcase, but if there was any room for a person, i'd pack loc. sorry. =P&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: DAMN &lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i'll fight him for the space&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha... good luck&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: is he big? &lt;em&gt;(*falls off chair* HA HA HA!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: nah, i don't want either of you to get hurt, so be nice&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: um, he's about 5'8", 5'9"... in ROTC, works out, is pretty cut (*drool*), so yeah... *lol*&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: go get 'im, khanh! &lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: shoot i can handle him&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: oh yeah? be my guest ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i just need one clean kick&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: muhahahahahahhha&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: if you can beat him, i'll keep you around for when i need back-up. he always has the upper hand with me. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: u have no control eh&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: just be careful he doesn't kick YOU in the balls&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: he doesn't  who say i wont'&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: it's scary... he's the one person whom i don't have control over... @_@&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i play dirty hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ah yes, but so does he&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i'll be like mike tyson and bite his ear&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: dude, if he can hang his g/f upside down and dunk her in a tub of ice-cold water, just imagine what it'd be like when he's up against someone else&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!! oh man, that's low&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: be nice, khanh... i actually like this one. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: HAHAHAHA but u have no control over him&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i'll give u some POWER&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha... my hero! =P&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: hey, well, you can meet loc if you go with us tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: then you can duke it out with him&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: BRING IT ON&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: no guarantees that there's space in my suitcase, though! =P&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: u can always carry two =P&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: make it easier for us&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha! you wish&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-105788298079570123?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/105788298079570123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/105788298079570123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105788298079570123' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-105711812411762544</id><published>2003-07-01T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T20:55:24.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;So Dirty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loc, Anthony, and I were at Memorial Park. I can't remember what it was, but Loc said something crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (wide-eyed and gasping): You're so naughty... always thinking dirty...&lt;br /&gt;Loc: Baby, I'm so dirty that I'm just plain thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony laughed so hard that he keeled over. ^_^; I, though rendered relatively speechless at first, followed in pursuit. *lol* Ha ha... yep, that's my Papa-bear! ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-105711812411762544?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/105711812411762544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/105711812411762544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105711812411762544' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-95418915</id><published>2003-06-07T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T17:39:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;A Few Good Men (cont.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read previous entry first...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: i don't know&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: probably some great guys from san jose but who knows  &lt;br /&gt;Anthony: oh i know&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: u can meet them&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: "great," you say? the word "bastards" come to mind for some reason&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: they tend to go to Denny's on Saturdays at 11pm on First Street in San Jose&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: really? i can? &lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: nah, but i'm shy... wanna set me up on a double-blind-date? =P &lt;br /&gt;Anthony: bastards!!?!?! u grateful wench&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: i mean...sure i'll "set you up"&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *tap tap* i think you mean "ungrateful"&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: hahhaha oops&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: Fine! since u're admitting to it...u ungrateful wench&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: a wench am i? pray tell, wherefore dost thou proclaim me so?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: shall i remind thee of the twilight at the nearby hostel?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: and the 60 bucks &lt;br /&gt;Anthony: kidding =D&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: so yea...about those two cute guys...u wanna meet up with them?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: denny's...at 11&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: hmph, i have a bad feeling about this&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: methinks i shouldn't trust man who calls me a wench&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: i dunno... but this man think u are too a great and wonderful gal&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: for all i know you could be setting me up with the two most UGLIEST, GEEKIEST guys on the planet &lt;br /&gt;Anthony: haha ouch&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: ooh...man&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha... still think i'm great and wonderful? *impish grin* ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: hahahah yea&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: a sense of stubborness and sarcasm......always fun &lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: heh. give me three good reasons why i should agree to this little meeting?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: if any one of them are like me...then they will love your company, your smile will make they day, and it'll mean a lot &lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *feistiness melting* :-[ *burning tomato*&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: =)&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: so why are you handing me to them? *wail* don't you care?!?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: what if they're rotten guys? will you kick their asses for me? =D&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: u can do that on ur own&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: u know how to kick guys in the nuts&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: eh. true true&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: plus u know how to punch&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: you've got a point there. *^-^*&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: and u learned a new move yesterday....u can tackle them or jump on their backs from behind pound them from there&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!! ha ha... yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-95418915?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/95418915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/95418915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95418915' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-95418895</id><published>2003-06-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T17:22:53.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;A Few Good Men&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: maybe i should work at gap. =P &lt;br /&gt;Anthony: oh crap&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: then i'll get jealous&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i knew that would get a reaction outta you&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: jealous? why?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: cause u'll get all the girls' attention&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: like Kim's hahaha &lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: that's okay... the girls may go for me, but i'll leave them to you. any cute guys work at gap? =P&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: there's this one cool guy&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: his name is anthony&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: he has the same last name as u &lt;br /&gt;Anthony: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: YEA RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: hmm...i guess hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ooh, sounds interesting&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: when do i start work? ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: hahahah &lt;br /&gt;Anthony: u're going by the "i guess" &lt;br /&gt;Anthony: u're gonna trust me on that account...scary hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: that and this cute anthony guy you're telling me about &lt;br /&gt;Anthony: why not the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: people say there this cute guy there too hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha... oh, really now? *interest aroused*&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: hahahah i think his name is um...shoot...i forgot...&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: good god, there are cute guys all over the place and i've been WHERE?!? &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: Loc i think hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: loc... hrmmm... the name sounds familiar&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: yea...it does huh?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: oh well...doesn't the name anthony le sounds familiar too?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: but hey, one cute guy working at the hospital vs. anthony and his legion of cute guys working at the gap can't compare&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: come to think of it, yes... the name does ring a bell &lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: anthony... loc... anthony... loc... &lt;br /&gt;now where have i heard these names before? o_0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be continued in the next entry...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-95418895?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/95418895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/95418895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95418895' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-95383126</id><published>2003-06-06T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T12:45:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Road Signs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ack* I'm getting worse and worse at these convo updates. @_@ Okay. Newest one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple Tuesdays ago, Anthony, Loc, Albert, Tammie, and I all piled into Sara and she took us to Carmel. We had quite a road trip as there was lots of singing, goofing around, drawing, and laughing (not to mention the damn traffic &gt;_&lt;). Last time I checked, Anthony and Tammie were scribbling pics on a drawing pad. Then Albert (who was sitting in the back) showed Loc (who had shotgun) the paper, and Loc leaned over and honked the horn. "What the...?!?" I shouted, "Leave Sara alone!" Then Albert showed me what was on the pad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;HONK IF YOU'RE HORNY&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he was holding up the sign to the window, trying to get the passing cars to honk. ^_^; When he showed me the sign, he said, "Come on, Vanna. Honk... HONK!" Loc honked the horn again. I laughed and shook my head. "You're going to have to work a lot harder than that to get me horny, Albert!" I said cheekily. The reaction following my comment was hilarious! Everyone "ooh-ed" and laughed. ^_^ What made it even more funny was that Albert totally missed what I had said, and everyone else was too busy laughing to tell him. =P Poor Albert. Next time, next time. ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-95383126?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/95383126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/95383126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95383126' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-94676201</id><published>2003-05-21T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T01:33:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Some Flickin' Good Fun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Di and I went to Cataldi. I asked for a massage. She said “Okay.” I laid on my tummy and relaxed my muscles. As I was about to close my eyes, I felt something poke my butt. I figured it’s just Diane having her usual fun at messing with me, so I ignored it. But then it happened again, only this time around it felt like she was flicking my butt. Seeing how we were at the park (and I’ve seen my fair share of park bugs and such), I figured some bug must’ve landed on me and that she was trying to get it off. So I ignored her once again and closed my eyes. But then it happened again. And again. And yet again. And… you get the picture. I was thinking, “What the…?!?” I propped myself up on my elbows and turned my head to face her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What on earth are you doing???&lt;br /&gt;Diane (cheeky grin): Flicking your butt.&lt;br /&gt;Me (wry grin): Er… yah, so I’ve noticed. *looking at my rear end* Is there a bug on me or something?&lt;br /&gt;Diane (still flicking): Nope…&lt;br /&gt;Me (raising an eyebrow): So why are you flicking my butt? *confused look* Just ‘cause?&lt;br /&gt;Diane (still flicking, still smiling): Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;Me (lying down again): Oh, okay. *popping back up* Wait… &lt;I&gt;WHAT?!?&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Diane: HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me (smacking her hand away): *ack* Stop it! Stop it, Diane!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane keeled over on the picnic mat and started howling. It was a funny sight. *lol* Man, that Diane Vu… always messing with my head and giving me crap. *shakes head* Ha ha… but life would be quite dull without her, so I &lt;I&gt;suppose&lt;/I&gt; I’ll keep her around. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-94676201?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94676201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94676201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94676201' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-94567355</id><published>2003-05-18T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T23:05:25.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Misread&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Loc and I were driving home from the park. We passed a church along the way, and I could have sworn I saw the following phrases on the sign in front:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VANNA DINNER" and "GOO GIVES GUTS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, I misread, and the sign really said "[Some other name] &amp; AWANA DINNER," and the second phrase was, "GOD GIVES GUTS." *sheepish grin* I met no disrespect, really! ^_^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-94567355?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94567355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94567355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94567355' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-94525889</id><published>2003-05-17T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T22:47:16.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Survey Time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you check your e-mail, and every so often you'll find a survey/profile-thing that your friend has sent you? Yeah, well, I just got one from Di, and omg, her answer to question number thirty-eight got me straight up laughing my ass off! =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;38. Most annoying thing people ask me:&lt;/i&gt; actually 3 things: &lt;br /&gt;1. are you a lesbian? (yes, i like dating tall skinney girls who have penises... hey baby *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;2. are you sure? (no... i think i turn lesbian on account of you asking me again)&lt;br /&gt;3. didn't you and vanna have a *thing* in high school? (yeah, it's called a dildo... hey sexy... you know who i'm talking to... mamacita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink blink* Mamacita, who? *innocent look* =P HA HA HA!!! Yeah, poor Diane... no one will ever let our little "lesbian" thing go, will they? ^_~ It's funny because I, on the other hand, hardly get asked. I guess the fact that I've never agreed to go out with any guy and the fact that Di now has a steady boyfriend of two months makes her a more likely candidate than I at being lesbian. *lol* To set things straight (because I feel like I owe Diane one for all the crap she has to endure) her and I are both straight. She loves Brendan, I like guys waaay too much to be lesbian! ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-94525889?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94525889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94525889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94525889' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-94525638</id><published>2003-05-17T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T22:36:47.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;A Bump in the Night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk to Diane at night, I'm usually snuggled up in bed. As I was switching my phone from one ear to the other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ouch!!!&lt;br /&gt;Diane: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me (rubbing my cheekbone): I dropped the phone on my face... x_x&lt;br /&gt;Diane: HA HA HA!!! Omg, that's hella funny! &lt;i&gt;(and she proceeds to laugh her pretty little ass off)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, shut up! You know, the sad thing is, this isn't the first time I've done this. I've done it several times before...&lt;br /&gt;Diane: Ha ha... I know! Omg, Vanna, you're such a dork!&lt;br /&gt;Me (sighing): Yeah, I know... -_-;&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/4133125-94525638?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94525638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94525638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94525638' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-94419196</id><published>2003-05-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T17:16:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;What's My Age Again?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you already know, my social dance class is filled with a lot of seniors. No surprise - the class is held at the Sunnyvale Senior Center, and a lot of the men and women taking the class are seniors who are taking it for fun (it's good exercise, too =P). Anyhoo, there used to be several other girls around my age also enrolled, but I'm guessing they all dropped out. I don't mind taking the class with a bunch of old people and having me be the youngest... in fact, all of the people in there are very sweet. *grin* But yeah, back to the purpose of this blog... we were all given pencils and a survey paper to fill out. The survey started normal enough, and I began to fill it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. What is your gender?&lt;br /&gt;[   ] male                     [ &lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt; ] female&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the funny part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. What is your age?&lt;br /&gt;[   ] 50-60      [   ] 61-70      [   ] 71-80    [   ] 81-90      [   ] 91 and over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_0?!? Er, how was I supposed to answer this question? I'm not even HALF of FIFTY!!! ^_^; I started laughing and spoke of my dilemna to the people around me. They thought it was hilarious. *giggle* I thought about adding another box after the &lt;i&gt;"91 and over,"&lt;/i&gt; maybe something like &lt;i&gt;"[   ] 19"&lt;/i&gt; and checking it off, but I thought about it and ended up adding this instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. What is your age?&lt;br /&gt;[   ] 50-60      [   ] 61-70      [   ] 71-80    [   ] 81-90      [   ] 91 and over      &lt;b&gt;[ X ] under 50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falls off chair* HA HA HA!!! So apparently, I am "under 50"!!! =P *wipes away tear* Man, I crack myself up. *^-^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-94419196?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94419196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94419196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94419196' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-94039156</id><published>2003-05-09T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T00:19:17.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;That's What Friends Are For&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammie and I were talking online about Loc's massages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: damn, if anything, i need to keep that boy around for the great massages. =P&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: yes, i'm such a user. HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: hahha yaa..so if u ever think bout gettin rid of loc&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: think massage&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: u'll be like screw everything else..the massage can make up for it =)&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: unless u find someone better&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha... yes, and then it's, "so long, tran!" =P&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: nah, i'm just kidding. i'm not like that&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: but damn... i found my masseuse. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: hahah and for free too&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *lol* i think after a couple more times, he'll start demanding money. =P&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: hahaha ya he would huh?&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: hahah&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: *shakes head*..that isn't right&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: charging ur friends&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: yes, tammie... you must stick by my side and tell loc that. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: hehe..like he would listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i don't care if he does or he doesn't... i just need back-up. =P&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: hahaha okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... everyone must be on &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; side... ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-94039156?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94039156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94039156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94039156' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-94038800</id><published>2003-05-09T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T00:06:24.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;A Night to Remember&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the phone with Heidi. We are talking about prom and how cute her and Alex were during Senior Ball. They had only been a “couple” for eight days when the Ball came around. So yeah, you can imagine how happy they were to be spending one of their most memorable moments together. *^-^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Omg, you and Alex were so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heidi (I hear her smiling from the memory through the phone): Yeah… Oh, you and Diane! You two were so…&lt;br /&gt;Heidi: …&lt;br /&gt;Heidi: …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;(Heidi’s speechless and both her and I start laughing. She continues…)&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi: Poor Kevin and Chris!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sheepish grin* You see, for the prom, Diane and I were always joking about how we were each other’s “dates” and that our real dates, Kevin and Chris, were going with each other. Ha ha… Diane even drove, and I got shotgun, so the two unfortunate guys were sitting in the backseat. ^_^; It didn’t help that Diane and I shared a slow dance together. Our poor dates had to sit out… *lol* Hey, we told them to dance together, but they stopped after two seconds. =P    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-94038800?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94038800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94038800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94038800' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-94037349</id><published>2003-05-08T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T23:20:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Tiny Bubbles&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loc and I are at Cataldi. I’m on the swings and playing with bubbles. Loc’s pushing me from behind, and I try to make it so that some bubbles hit him. He is wearing glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are any of them hitting you?&lt;br /&gt;Loc: No…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;(All of a sudden, I hear a scream from behind.)&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loc: AHHHH!!! My eyes!!! They BURN!!! *lets out a whimper* The glasses… they don’t do anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! He was just joking around, but I laughed so hard that I nearly fell off the swing! Ha ha… good thing I was close to the ground. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-94037349?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94037349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/94037349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94037349' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-93695652</id><published>2003-05-03T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T00:41:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Good Girls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, Anthony, Jen, Bob, and I went to this one fundraiser event at the Sheraton as part of a group of volunteers. We had loads of fun dressing up in traditional Chinese costumes, but the biggest shock was finding out that we were getting paid to go parading around the hotel and greeting guests. Whoa, I was getting paid for having fun? Awesome. =P Anyhoo, we got a check from this one guy, and Anthony said that he’d give each of us our share when the check was deposited. Today Anthony, Loc, and I were at the mall, heading towards Johnny Rockets when…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: Oh, before I forget… *reaches into his pockets and pulls out several twenties*&lt;br /&gt;Me (looking at his extended hand): Er, what's that for?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony (giving me the money): It’s for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Loc (looks at us suspiciously): It’s for WHAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony (carrying on): Oh, and I still owe you $15.&lt;br /&gt;Loc: Wait, WHAT exactly is all that money for? What have you two been doing???&lt;br /&gt;Me (slightly embarrassed): It’s not what you think…&lt;br /&gt;Anthony (stupid dork who didn’t attempt to help straighten out the situation flashed an impish grin): Oh, we just basically went to a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Loc (raising his eyebrows): Uh-huh… really now…&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, it’s not like that. What happened was—&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: We dressed up in costumes.&lt;br /&gt;Loc (laughing by now): You guys were in costumes, eh? What kind of costumes? *lol* You know, that doesn’t really help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;(Yeesh, so much for trying to explain things. ^_^; But yeah, thankfully we dropped the subject, but it came up again later…)&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loc (shaking his head): Man, Vanna… I can’t believe you got paid for—&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, don’t say that… I’m a good girl!&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: Yeah, me, too! &lt;br /&gt;Me and Loc (laughing): Uh…&lt;br /&gt;Anthony (realizing what he just said): Wait, hold up… o_0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA!!! Yes, Anthony’s a very good girl… ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-93695652?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93695652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93695652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93695652' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-93641118</id><published>2003-05-02T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T02:07:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Speechless&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bit of conversation with Joe followed the previous entry's convo. I thought it was hilarious and cute, so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: hey, help me think of a good title for this blogger&lt;br /&gt;Joe: hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: right now i'm thinking of just plain "Joe the Masseuse"&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Joe: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Joe: i like that a lot&lt;br /&gt;Joe: hahah&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: you're cool. i think you're the only one so far with their name in the title&lt;br /&gt;Joe: *cries*&lt;br /&gt;Joe: i dunno what to say&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *lol* you're too cute for words, joe&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: awww man... the entry's too long. gotta find some way to shorten it&lt;br /&gt;Joe: ahahah&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: yay, finally got the entry to fit&lt;br /&gt;Joe: I WANNNNNA SEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i had to cut stuff out. =T&lt;br /&gt;Joe: its all good&lt;br /&gt;Joe: i already like it&lt;br /&gt;Joe: cuz i'm in there&lt;br /&gt;Joe: ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: www.littleyanzi.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Joe: hahaha funny shit&lt;br /&gt;Joe: ahah&lt;br /&gt;Joe: i just hope many of the girls will read it&lt;br /&gt;Joe: hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you available ladies out there, Joe is an adorable 5'6" Korean fella that weighs 120 lbs, has brown-dyed hair, and a pair of light brown eyes. He enjoys walking hand-in-hand on the beach, stargazing, and romantic candlelight dinners. He loves to wrestle and is more than willing to teach any eager learners&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;. Could his Special Someone be YOU&lt;b&gt;^&lt;/b&gt;? Feel free to contact me if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: Girls only.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;^&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: You must be cute.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-93641118?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93641118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93641118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93641118' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-93640963</id><published>2003-05-02T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T22:44:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Joe the Masseuse&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: man, i'm gonna have to ask for one of your massages sometime cuz my neck and shoulders are hella sore.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: mmm.. i think i can massage your neck and shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Joe: all you have to do is lay down and relax&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha... sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: you have noooo idea... that area has been pretty tense for the past two weeks... but a couple days ago, i think i slept wrong cuz i woke up with my neck hella hurting. it's still bothering me&lt;br /&gt;Joe o really&lt;br /&gt;Joe: well if we have time maybe i can see what i can do&lt;br /&gt;Joe: i'm not a professional but i'll try&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha... you should feel flattered that i trust you, joe! ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Joe: koolio&lt;br /&gt;Joe: you do know you're gonna have to get naked&lt;br /&gt;Joe: and be covered up in a twin sheet&lt;br /&gt;Joe: hehe...j/k&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: oh really now? hey, even better! *rowr*&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *lol* awwww... you got me all worked up for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: damn you, yang&lt;br /&gt;Joe: =-O =-O =-O =-O!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Joe: i'll take that ‘j/k’ back&lt;br /&gt;Joe: i never wrote that&lt;br /&gt;Joe: there you go&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *falls off chair* HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *wipes away tear* man, i love you, joe&lt;br /&gt;Joe: COMPLETELY NAKED and i'll get a bath towel and warm you up realll good to get things started and your shoulders will just be fine O:-)&lt;br /&gt;Joe: &lt;b&gt;COMPLETELY NAKED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: "completely," eh? are you sure that's how things are done?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Joe: well that is the suggestion&lt;br /&gt;Joe: gotta let my clients feel "comfortable" ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ah, i see. well, whatever works for you. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Joe: whatever huh..hhmm....*picturing things in head*&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *smacks you* keep it clean, boy! *lol* don't make me whip you&lt;br /&gt;Joe: ouch!&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: oh hey, would you mind if i put part of our convo up on my blogger?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i keep a blogger with funny convos and quotes i get from people&lt;br /&gt;Joe: oooooo&lt;br /&gt;Joe: hollywood is going to see this&lt;br /&gt;Joe: another step to become famous&lt;br /&gt;Joe: haah sure&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA... yes, and when you become rich and famous, you're making me your agent! ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Joe: hahaha...yea and i'm gonna have to massage my agent when she's tired&lt;br /&gt;Joe: hahha&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: that's right, fool. after all, it was me who got you there! =P and i'll spread the word about how great of a masseuse you are... i'll try to make more girl friends (hot ones) and recommend them to you&lt;br /&gt;Joe: I LIKE!!!!!:-D&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: joe, this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. *sniff* makes me wanna cry... *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;Joe: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I love my friends! *^-^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-93640963?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93640963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93640963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93640963' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-93035958</id><published>2003-04-22T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T02:13:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Her "Condition"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there Diane and I were, chatting online (good god, the girl was online! *gasp*), and we started talking about certain issues in her relationship with Brendan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane: aw man.. i need a tissue&lt;br /&gt;Diane: i'm hecka feeling that &lt;i&gt;(referring to what i said in the conversation)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane: like for the past month[s]&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: tissue? your nose bleeding?&lt;br /&gt;Diane: no....&lt;br /&gt;Diane: MAN.. that was funny.. you should quote that&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: what?&lt;br /&gt;Diane: i was getting emotional [in my sense] and you assumed i was having a nose bleed&lt;br /&gt;Diane: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Diane: i'm hella laughing dude&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL! well, &lt;i&gt;knowing you...&lt;/i&gt; ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: sorry. =P&lt;br /&gt;Diane: i was like pouring my feelings out... and you shot me down with a condition&lt;br /&gt;Diane: this is like HECKA funny&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Diane: i cna't stop laughing.. my stomach hurts&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: awww... *pats carl* sorry, carl... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's not &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; fault... Di's nose keeps bleeding at the weirdest times. I lost track of how many times it's bled within the last two weeks. Dude, just be thankful you haven't seen her wastebaskets filled with bloody tissues. *shudder* Ugh... &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-93035958?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93035958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93035958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93035958' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-93035748</id><published>2003-04-22T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T02:07:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;ABCs and 123s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol* Anthony cracks me up. Today we hung out during our breaks (his from work, mine from school)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: So what time is your next class?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *held up six fingers because my mouth was full with ice-cream at the moment =P*&lt;br /&gt;Anthony (looking at my hands): Five?&lt;br /&gt;Me (looking at my own hands and counting... indeed there are six fingers up): Er, no, Anthony... SIX! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: Ha ha... oh man. I told you I suck at math...&lt;br /&gt;Me (laughing): Yeah, but this is barely even math. It's COUNTING! ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: Okay okay... so you've got one up on me now. Man, I can see you posting this in your blogger. "Anthony's always making fun of me, but he can't count!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Actually, I wasn't thinking of posting it in my blogger, but now you're giving me ideas. =P&lt;br /&gt;Anthony (shaking his head): Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA!!! For you, soul mate! ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-93035748?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93035748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93035748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93035748' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-93035313</id><published>2003-04-22T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T01:40:48.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Funny Face&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I've been getting lots of crap about my facial expressions lately. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane: You know I don't really like explaining things... &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Diane: But I love going into gross detail about really gruesome things...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *wry grin* So I've noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Diane: I don't really do it with anyone else. Just you... I like to see the faces you make. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: DOH! (and proceeds to make a face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, for the billionth time -- I CAN'T HELP IT! *wail*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-93035313?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93035313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/93035313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93035313' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-92843267</id><published>2003-04-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T21:04:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;No Sympathy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: this morning anthony and loc came over at 7:30 to watch the Smallville that i recorded on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i made them waffles&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: those ungrateful bastards - anthony brought his digital cam and he and loc kept on ganging up on me to take pictures&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: hahahhaa...always the victim&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: and u made them waffles!&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: that is ungrateful&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: oh and ...i wanna see the pictures..hehe&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: vanna pictures are funny =)&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: hey! where's the sympathy? :-[ &lt;br /&gt;Tammie: i felt that for a few seconds..but then i thought about it.  it would be interesting to see them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No love. No love at all. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-92843267?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/92843267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/92843267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92843267' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-92591293</id><published>2003-04-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T09:42:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;A Friendly Greeting&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: *fart =P&lt;br /&gt;LittleYanZi: *farts back*&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: *opens window&lt;br /&gt;LittleYanZi: *puts on gas mask*&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, ladies, is my friend, Khanh. He sure knows how to greet people. *LOL* Just kidding, Khanh! ^_~ Ha ha... it just so happens that I know how to speak his native language and responded back. For those of you who didn't understand what intelligent remarks were exchanged, you missed out. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-92591293?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/92591293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/92591293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92591293' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-92521628</id><published>2003-04-13T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T00:30:10.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Roll of the Dice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin* I’m not a big online game-player, but today I made an exception. Ha ha… it was great – Kevin, Tammie, and I played our first game of dice online. Who knew that a roll of the dice could be so much fun? ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: hey, here's a novel idea... let's see who can roll a double six first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Kevin rolled 2 6-sided dice:  6 3&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Kevin rolled 2 6-sided dice:  2 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Little Yan Zi rolled 2 6-sided dice:  2 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Kevin rolled 2 6-sided dice:  6 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Tammie rolled 2 6-sided dice:  1 1&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: /roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Little Yan Zi rolled 2 6-sided dice:  6 4&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: ack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Kevin rolled 2 6-sided dice:  4 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Little Yan Zi rolled 2 6-sided dice:  5 2&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha! loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Kevin rolled 2 6-sided dice:  3 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Little Yan Zi rolled 2 6-sided dice:  5 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Tammie rolled 2 6-sided dice:  1 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Little Yan Zi rolled 2 6-sided dice:  5 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Tammie rolled 2 6-sided dice:  1 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Tammie rolled 2 6-sided dice:  1 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Tammie rolled 2 6-sided dice:  6 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Little Yan Zi rolled 2 6-sided dice:  2 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; This was the funny part… we sent so many messages in a small amount of time that the chatroom went into overload or something, and we were unable to send messages for a while.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: noooo send limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Kevin rolled 2 6-sided dice:  2 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Little Yan Zi rolled 2 6-sided dice:  3 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Tammie rolled 2 6-sided dice:  2 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Little Yan Zi rolled 2 6-sided dice:  3 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Kevin rolled 2 6-sided dice:  3 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Little Yan Zi rolled 2 6-sided dice:  6 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*OnlineHost*&lt;/b&gt;: Tammie rolled 2 6-sided dice:  1 6&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: aaah!&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: noooo&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *POINTS*&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: lol&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: okay..wat does the winner get&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: a lollipop?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: or a cookie&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: can't... stop... HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: laughing...&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: owie... *grabs lenny* poor boy&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: that was fun&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-92521628?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/92521628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/92521628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92521628' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-92066464</id><published>2003-04-05T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T00:27:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;"On the Can"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, people are more into my Bloody Mary story than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scenario: Loc and I were making conversation while working on a puzzle at Diane's house. I started telling him how I had a blogger entry about my run-in with Bloody Mary. Unfortunately I didn't get very far because the dork kept on interrupting me and laughing. Yeesh. It must've taken a full fifteen minutes for me to finish my story. But maaan, we sure burned a whole lot of calories from laughing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... so yeah, I go into the bathroom and saw Bloody Mary sitting on the toilet seat. Well, not exactly ON the toilet... the cover was d---&lt;br /&gt;Loc: Bloody Mary was on the can?!? LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Noooo... she was not "on the can!" The lid was down and she was sitting on t---&lt;br /&gt;Loc (still laughing): I can see it now! *pantomiming someone opening a newspaper while sitting on the toilet* "Hey, kid! Do ya mind?!?" LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha ha... nooooo... that's not-- argh! Damnit, Tran! Will you let me finish my story?!?&lt;br /&gt;Loc (continuing to imitate Bloody Mary): "Geez, can't someone get a little PRIVACY around here?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ack* It took a while for him to finish throwing cracks out, and even then, he was still laughing like crazy. Laughter is freakin' infectious; I ended up laughing too hard myself to continue. I had made him turn around several times, go into the next room, and threatened not to finish the story before we both were able to calm down in order for me to finish. Yeesh. Unfortunately, Loc still believes that I had rudely stumbled in on Bloody Mary's "private time." &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-92066464?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/92066464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/92066464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92066464' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-92066498</id><published>2003-04-05T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T18:02:57.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Gone Fishin'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Alex, Heidi, Tammie, and I went pier fishing in San Francisco. We bought some anchovies at a nearby store to use as bait. After an hour or so of unsuccessful fishing, I asked everyone the following question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey guys, we should have a pool... how many fish do you think we'll end up leaving with by the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;Heidi (referring to the anchovies): The ones we have left over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! Then later on, something evidently started tugging on Alex's line. We were all anxious to catch a fish, as we had to go home soon and still hadn't caught anything during this whole time. Poor Alex fumbled around a bit with his fishing rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi (impatiently): Omg, hurry up, you stupid creek-fisher!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha... that was funny! ^_^; See, Alex is used to only fishing in rivers or creeks whereas Heidi normally fishes at the piers. Don't think it's that funny? Well, you sorta had to be there to get the full effect. *lol* But yeah, as for the four of us *winks at Alex, Heidi, and Tammie* we'll remember this little fishing adventure of ours. *^-^* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-92066498?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/92066498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/92066498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92066498' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-91898313</id><published>2003-04-02T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T22:54:00.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;The Lazy Genius&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally came out of the blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: OMFG&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: my dad a fuking genius well lazy ass too&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: When eating: take a plate, put syran wrap around the plate, put food on it and eat, then wen your done throw away the syran wrap and put the plate back in the cubbard. FUCKING GENIUS OMFG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha!!! I can imagine all the college guys reading this and thinking, 'Holy, shit! That's the answer! Now we don't have to wash the dishes anymore!!!' Bravo, good men! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-91898313?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/91898313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/91898313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91898313' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-91896070</id><published>2003-04-02T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T22:05:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;"Out the Window"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammie's response to my previous entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: haha my gosh vanna..ur blogger entry bout bloody mary scared me..now im afraid to go to the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: sorry, tammie! ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: well, i'm sure it was just my wild imagination&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: that, and my eyes adjusting itself to the light&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: but maaan, it scared the crap out of me&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i remembered debating whether or not i should go to the bathroom or just hold it in for the rest of the night&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: ya well..i remember goin to the bathroom once in the dark, looked in the mirror and said "bloody mary" three time and i swore i saw red eyes appear but im sure that was my imagination too..but still very scary stuff&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: but my bladder was screaming at me, so yeah... i went and got the hell out of the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: AHHH!!! you did?!? o_0&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: haha brave soul u are&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: that's freakin' scary!&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: well, it was either that or wet my bed. =P&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: i would have held it..or went to a different one&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: pee outside&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: out the window&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!! &lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: would you have really? ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: kinda haaard..haha&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: we dont really have that thingy guys have =)&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *whispers* it's called a penis, tammie. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;Tammie: LOL..thank u vanna&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: anytime! ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-91896070?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/91896070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/91896070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91896070' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-91872959</id><published>2003-04-02T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T15:00:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Do You See What I See?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Heidi and I were talking about the various things we were afraid of, both now and as children. We came to talking about Bloody Mary. Remember her? I used to get a rush out of 'conjuring her up' with my friends. They were all convinced that once we called upon her, her presence would follow us around school, but she could only be seen through certain people's eyes. I never claimed to have seen her; personally I was too scared to! The very thought of her possibly sitting in the empty desk next to me in class haunted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I remember very clearly... I had woken up in the middle of the night once and needed to use the bathroom. My parents always had a nightlight in the bathroom for me, so I never really turned on the light when I went. It was scary, though... the bathroom being illuminated by the eerie yellowish glow of the nightlight. *shudder* Well, I don't know if it was because my eyes were still adjusting to the light or what, but when I stepped into the bathroom, I saw her - Bloody Mary - sitting on top of the closed toilet seat. She wasn't like a person in flesh and blood... more like an outline of an intangible red cloud.&lt;br /&gt;Heidi: Whoa, that's scary.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, tell me about it. I ended up squeezing my eyes shut and going about with my business =P, but she still stayed in the bathroom, only she had now moved over to the sink. I was terrified. I had the most difficult time looking into the mirror for awhile, afraid that she might appear and grab me.&lt;br /&gt;Heidi: Awww... poor you. ^_^; Well, at least you saw Bloody Mary. Guess who I thought I saw?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmm? Who?&lt;br /&gt;Heidi: Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Me: o_0!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-91872959?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/91872959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/91872959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91872959' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-90907900</id><published>2003-03-17T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T22:53:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Momma's Boy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for Mickey! =P Stop being a lazy ass and help your mommy out, boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i'm such a mama boi&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i was lazy to take out the bones of the fish&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: and just put the whole thing in the bowl of rice&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: left it on the comp and my mom went ina nd take it out fo rme&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *gasp* you're horrible. &gt;:o&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: hu qua di thoi&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i feel bad for your mommy&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: she should spank your ass&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: she pinches my face all the time&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: she does it every night before she go to sleep =P&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: good thing you're not my brother&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i bug him about being a lazy ass all the time&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ha ha... awww... your mom sounds sweet&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: yea i love my mom more than my dad&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: that's cuz your mom spoils you more, you brat&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: :-P&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: i'm her gold nugget MUHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: wha? her little poopie? =P&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: just playin' with ya, khanh&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: NOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: ^_~&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: GOLD NUGGET&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: well yea i guess she say that to me sometime too&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: that one's going up in my blogger&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-90907900?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/90907900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/90907900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90907900' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-90446286</id><published>2003-03-10T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T22:48:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Insanity cont.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: you know, on perhaps a more serious note, my fish just died today :P&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: it really sucks, i don't know what happened&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: omg, really?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: and yeah, it's kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: maybe he ate too much, and seeing how he didn't have anyone to fight with &lt;i&gt;(the late-Vedder was a fighting fish)&lt;/i&gt;, he became obese from lack of exercise, so he slit his fin. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: what a crackpot theory&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: maybe he lost all of his money in the fishy stock market and he just decided to end it&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA!!! man, we can be pretty goofy sometimes, K-lo&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: lol that we can be =)&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: on the bright side, i still have my bumpy frog&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: if this one lives, i might buy another one so he'll have a mate&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: well, a buddy&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: i dunno about having to deal with two humping frogs&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA!!! "on the bright side, i still have my bumpy frog"&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: exactly =)&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: yeah, you should get him a friend. maybe that's why always looks so bored&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: hmm, i dunno&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: i think frogs just chill out in the wild, too&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: they don't move unless they're provoked or something &lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: well, i know i tried to provoke him, but he didn't budge&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: i got him to move, remember?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: might as well be a rock. hpmh&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: his purpose in life is not to amuse vanna :P&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: it's to amuse the kevzster&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: =)&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: well, well... who wants your stupid bumpy frog anyway? *raspberry*&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: i do&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: so there&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: FINE. you two make a splendid couple. one's an alien, the other an ugly amphibian&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: ouch&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: when you put it like that, life kinda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *falls off chair* HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: lenny!!! *grabs tummy* HA HA HA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: you need help, methinks =)&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: you should speak for yourself. i'm not the one dating that thing in your tank&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: you know you want to though&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay… so you’ve got me. I indeed have a thing for frogs. Hey, “The Tale of the Frog Prince” had to come from somewhere, right? *impish grin* But yeah – Insanity. I never knew it could be so adventurous. It’s not every day you can ride to Neptune on a jellyfish, accompanied by an alien who dates frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-90446286?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/90446286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/90446286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90446286' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-90446081</id><published>2003-03-10T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T00:52:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Insanity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have those days where nothing seems to go right? Or you’re stuck in the middle of a dilemma, and you can’t, for the life of you, figure out what you could possibly do to improve the situation? In times like these, you need someone there who can help you through the ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will listen to your problems.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will try and take your mind off of things.&lt;br /&gt;Someone… who will not push you further to the edge…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i'm afraid i'm bordering insanity as we speak&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: i'll try and be your anchor&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: remember that time we were riding the jellyfish down 6th avenue and we took a wrong turn and ended up on Neptune?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: o_0?!?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: =)&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: those were the days&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: man, i was so out of it that i didn't get it at first. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i'm doing alright&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: so much freakin' drama right now, though&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: i'll add some drama to your mix, just to help you out&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: um, i'm actually an extra terrestrial life form in disguise as a gorgeous human. i'm currently being pursued by the CIA.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: and they're closing in on my trail, so i think i'd better skip town in the next few weeks&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *LOL* wow, and i thought *I* had probs! &lt;br /&gt;Kevin: seriously&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: it's hard to blend in when you look like this&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i always thought there was something different about you. now i know i wasn't going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: =)&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: from where i come from, males are extra virile, if you know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: just keep that in mind&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *LOL* is this where the "meathead" comes in? =P &lt;i&gt;(refer to 01/25/03 entry)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: lol i have no idea what that means, but my kind loves to talk dirty&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: so yes, that's where it comes in&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: is that your justification? that your kind is accustomed to talking like that, therefore you're just being normal?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: yes, i'm just being normal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-90446081?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/90446081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/90446081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90446081' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-90440585</id><published>2003-03-09T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T21:59:05.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Soul Mates&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I watched "Ever After," and in one of my favourite scenes, Prince Henry is talking to Leonardo da Vinci about the existence of soul mates. See if you agree with what he is saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Do you really think there is only one perfect mate?&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo: As a matter of fact, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Well then, how can you be certain to find them? And if you do find them, are they really the one for you, or do you only think they are? And what happens if the person you're supposed to be with never appears? Or she does, but you're too distracted to notice?&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo: You learn to pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Then let's say... God puts two people on earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But one of them gets hit by lightning. Well, then what? Is that it? Or perchance you meet someone new and marry all over again. Is that the lady you're supposed to be with, or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them are walking side by side, were they both the one for you, and you just happened to meet the first one first... or was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance, or are some things meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo: You cannot leave everything to Fate, boy. She's got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I mean, WOW. I don't know about you readers out there, but that totally got my brain working overload. I'd like to believe that there is just "one perfect mate" out there, as Prince Henry puts it, but I really don't know. How can you tell anyway? You can always play the game of Soul Mates with someone (that's how I found out that Diane, Kim, and Anthony were my soul mates... =P). Ha ha... but all foolishness aside, how do you truly know? I'm starting to think that the whole concept of having a soul mate is overrated. Hell, I even read somewhere that "in a world with over 6 billion people, you're bound to have several soul mates." Call me confused if you will, but aren't you only supposed to have ONE soul mate? After all, that's how the myth goes, right? That there was once this one creature who was split in two, so he spends the rest of his life looking for his other half... So enlighten me -- how can one person have several halves? o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-90440585?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/90440585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/90440585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90440585' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-89592263</id><published>2003-02-23T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T01:43:37.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Baaah Baaah Black Sheep...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you any wool? K-Lo and I have had our share of weird convos. Here's one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: so baaaaah&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: (frustrated exclamation, not sheep sound)&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *chokes on water*&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: i did it again&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *tackles you* argh, what are you trying to do??? kill me? yeesh, i was just innocently taking a sip of water when you specified your "baaaaah" sound&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *narrows eyes* evil&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: i couldn't resist&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: =)&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: baaaah is just funny to read&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: and even funnier when you misinterpret it for the sheep sound&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i can see that! ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: so if i say baaaaaahhh humbug? what sound do you think of?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: the worst kind imaginable&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: and that would be?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: better left to the imagination&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: oh dear. i have a pretty active imagination. i don't think you want to venture there&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: fair enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-89592263?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/89592263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/89592263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89592263' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-89591668</id><published>2003-02-23T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T01:16:46.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Chalk Anyone?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I had this one really great prof teaching me precalculus. His name was Jefferson Shirley, and he always had this thing with black squirrels (because he's racist, he says) and chalk. Apparently one of his students in the class following ours  would always shout out, "You're a genius!" every time he broke his chalk. After hearing the story, our class couldn't help but make the same remark when Jeff broke his chalk, which, sad to say, was quite often. ^_^; One day he kidded about needing to get "sidewalk chalk" to prevent himself from wasting his chalk. Jeff's birthday was coming up, and Heidi and I saw that as a golden opportunity to give him what he had been talking about about. So Heidi and I got him a bucket of sidewalk chalk and made him a birthday card with a black squirrel on the front. The story of Jeff and his birthday present goes a little further beyond this, but for this entry, this will suffice. *grin* So anyway, I was talking to Edelyn online... she currently is taking his MATH1B class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edelyn: oohhh on another note&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: hmmm? what's up?&lt;br /&gt;Edelyn: i forgot to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Edelyn: on tuesday... (was it? i think it was)&lt;br /&gt;Edelyn: jeff was complaining about his chalk to us&lt;br /&gt;Edelyn: and he was like: You don't understand! I'm obsessed with chalk&lt;br /&gt;Edelyn: i even got chalk for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *LOL* &lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: OMG&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: *falls off chair*&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: i think i'm gonna DIE LAUGHING because you said that!&lt;br /&gt;Edelyn: and i was like =-O VANNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL* Man, that STILL cracks me up to this day! Gotta love Jeff! ^_^;&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/4133125-89591668?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/89591668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/89591668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89591668' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-89590891</id><published>2003-02-23T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T22:57:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Feelin' Sexy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm so totally behind on all the stuff I wanted to post. &gt;_&lt; So... many... convos...!!! Oh well, in the meanwhile, I'll try to keep adding. Earlier Khanh and I were having this conversation online about what's sexy to girls and what's not. Here's a little insight for you fellas out there. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LittleYanZi: i guess as long as you don't wax your eyebrows, you're alright&lt;br /&gt;LittleYanZi: remember - girls DON'T find that sexy&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: wa else do girls don't find sexy in a guy?&lt;br /&gt;LittleYanZi: um, guys who always talk about going to the gym. makes them sound conceited&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;LittleYanZi: too much cologne is bad, too. a little bit is sexy, esp when it's combined with the smell of his soap... ohhh, man. *drool*&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: wa kind of soap?&lt;br /&gt;LittleYanZi: *shrug* any soap that smells FRESH. sorry, no fruity smells for guys&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: hehehe of course&lt;br /&gt;Khanh: wow learn a lot today   i learn more at home than at school HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;LittleYanZi: LOL! HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome, Khanh! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-89590891?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/89590891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/89590891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89590891' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-89590301</id><published>2003-02-23T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T00:24:28.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Boys Gots Cooties&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've posted. Sorry, been really busy with school. &gt;_&lt; Anyhoo, moving along, last week I went up to San Francisco with a group of friends to help out with the Chinese Lunar New Year Parade. (Btw, that was &lt;i&gt;awesomerific&lt;/i&gt; despite the rain -- feel free to ask me about it! *grin*) There, I met this cute little girl from Orchard named Michelle. While waiting for the parade to start, we sat on the curb and had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: My sister's back there... she likes this one guy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I see. So do you like any guys?&lt;br /&gt;Michelle (shy smile): Nooooo...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah, that's because they've got cooties, right? (winks)&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Yeah... well, not all of them... &lt;br /&gt;Me (laughing): So only some of them have them? &lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Uh-huh. There's this one boy I know who doesn't have cooties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA!!! Man, I &lt;b&gt; LOVE&lt;/b&gt; kids!!! *^-^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-89590301?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/89590301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/89590301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89590301' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-88206030</id><published>2003-01-29T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T20:37:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Before I Forget&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally wanted to create a section for any inside jokes I've shared that's worth posting. But seeing how I'm pressed for time and don't want to forget a convo that I had with Diane today by putting it off till later, I'll post this one first and get around to doing the rest later. Don't get any wrong ideas... it's not what you think. ^_^; Here's to you, my Spicy Enchilada! ^_~ *rowr* &lt;i&gt;Chick-a-bow-wow...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scene: Diane's bedroom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane: Lay down on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Me (does what she says): Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Diane: Scoot over a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Me (scoots over): Okay. There... that better?&lt;br /&gt;Diane: Yeah... (leans forward but stops) damnit, I can't do it with my shirt on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Second scene: Downstairs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane: Man, my bra's hella buggin' me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Take it off. &lt;br /&gt;Diane: Already did it.&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/4133125-88206030?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/88206030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/88206030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88206030' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-87999502</id><published>2003-01-25T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T00:43:23.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Shaping Up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Christmas present to myself, I bought some really nifty roller skates. Unfortunately, they don't seem to like me very much. I'm currently suffering from injuries that have resulted from me hitting the pavement several times. Oh well, I'll keep trying until I master them. Gotta exercise more anyway. Speaking of which, is it a "guy" thing to tell a girl that he's "going to the gym" or "working out"? Is that supposed to be impressive? I dunno... I just find it unappealing, I suppose. Anyhoo, it's a relief knowing that not every guy thinks of himself as some Adonis. Take Kevin, for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: but yes, enough talk about my body&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: i sound like a vain meathead&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: well, now that you mention it...&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: what?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: i'm a meathead?&lt;br /&gt;Little Yan Zi: LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-87999502?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/87999502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/87999502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87999502' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-87947730</id><published>2003-01-24T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T00:49:20.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;The Hot Chick&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that chemistry isn't all that bad. &lt;i&gt;Last quarter, at least.&lt;/i&gt; I met some really interesting people in CHEM1A. There was my chem prof, Dr. Mary Cox... a little scatter-brained but lovely nonetheless. I even went to her house. *grin* Then there's Aspen, Shawn, Marlene, Danny... and Kim. Man, Kim's a babe. Ha ha... she's half Filipino, half Italian, but she looks more like Korean. Anyhoo, Kim's just about the most coolest person I've met. Last Wednesday, Heidi and I were grabbing some food from the car when we spotted Kim and Danny heading to theirs. After the usual exchange of words, I jokingly told Kim, "I saw you coming over here, so I wanted to hide." &lt;b&gt;She&lt;/b&gt; heard it differently and said, "Awwww... you came all the way over here just so you could say hi to me?" and flashed me a dopey grin. *LOL* Soon after, there was a momentary pause. Our convo continued like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Hey, Vanna, are you bisexual?&lt;br /&gt;Me (with an impish grin): Yeah... so? Got a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next thing you know, she clenches her fists and shakes them up at the sky.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim (screaming to the Heavens): Dear God, don't tempt me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA!!! She's so cute, I can't get enough of her. ^_^ We're going out to lunch next week! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-87947730?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/87947730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/87947730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87947730' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-87832899</id><published>2003-01-22T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T01:52:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Whole Cow and Sugar Cubes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the top of my head, there are a couple convos that I recall that still make me smile to this day. Since this is what my blogger's for, I shall share them with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scene: Diane's bedroom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We should go out for dim sum some time.&lt;br /&gt;Diane: I don't prefer dim sum. I prefer "whole cow."&lt;br /&gt;Me (laughing my head off): What?!? You don't like dim sum, but you like WHOLE COW?!?&lt;br /&gt;Diane: Huh? Whole cow, har cow... you know, the one with the shrimp inside the steamed white thing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Omg, you mean &lt;i&gt;ha gao&lt;/i&gt;??? *LOL* You had me worried for a moment there... whole cow! *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scene: Waiting in line to pay for groceries at Albertsons. Celine Dion is playing in the background.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (turning towards Heidi and smiling): I like Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;Heidi (smiles back): I like sugar cubes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ....&lt;br /&gt;Me: ....&lt;br /&gt;Me: .... o_0?!?&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/4133125-87832899?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/87832899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/87832899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87832899' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133125.post-87832409</id><published>2003-01-22T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T01:28:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=.7&gt;Getting started&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightie, this is my first entry at Blog*Spot. Props to K-Lo for getting me started with this. I'm gonna use this place to post any interesting convo excerpts I have with my friends. Hopefully you guys out there don't mind. *LOL* I might occasionally rant and/or rave in here, but I'll try to keep in down to a minimum. ^_^; No promises, though! ^_~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133125-87832409?l=littleyanzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/87832409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133125/posts/default/87832409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyanzi.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87832409' title=''/><author><name>Vanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08750294613507211130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
