<?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-142465656177768183</id><updated>2011-09-28T11:23:39.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>samdodo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-199849739005527974</id><published>2010-07-15T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:43:39.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Bird Singing in the Dead of Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Swell&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Baby" by Justin Bieber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo! I just got a new car. Yup. This little girl is going places now. No more embarrassing mini-van that is bound to break down at any minute. Although it's year and mileage could have been better (and I have found better for much less), my parents surprised me with a gray pearl &lt;b&gt;2006 Toyota Corolla LE&lt;/b&gt;~! It has about 50,000 miles on it and a sun roof! Oooh~ That's pretty good for summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But unfortunately (and fortunately), I won't be getting it until next weekend because my family and I are going up to Canada! It seems like a lot of people are going this time. I've talked to a few co-workers and two of them were planning to go up around this time, one to Montreal and the other to Toronto. I'm just going to Toronto for a wedding, so I expect this won't be entirely exciting, but hopefully we'll be doing fun touristy things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleh bleh bleh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-199849739005527974?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/199849739005527974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2010/07/black-bird-singing-in-dead-of-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/199849739005527974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/199849739005527974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2010/07/black-bird-singing-in-dead-of-night.html' title='Black Bird Singing in the Dead of Night'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-8079135079360110855</id><published>2010-06-04T21:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:09:35.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Black Birdie</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Ignored&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "The Real Slim Shady" by Eminem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been about a month since school ended. Already, I miss school and I want to go back. Working and then doing nothing around the house is really depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My work schedule is pretty stupid. So far, my normal work week starts on Wednesday and ends on Sunday, so Mondays and Tuesdays end up being like my weekends. The downside of that is everyone else is doing stuff over the weekends, because that's the only time they can do it, and I'm stuck working and dealing with poopy people all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only upside, but downside for him, is that he is pretty much free all the time, so I can see him on my "weekends." I keep encouraging him to find even pointless jobs along with internships, but he just won't listen to me. If he continues to not take my advice, then he should stop complaining about having no money. I mean, you're looking for a job, not a career. Making money by doing stupid jobs. That's what you've got to do. Whatever. He's such a little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These schedules are making me slightly depressed. I have a constant pain in my chest and it's bothersome. They're coming so frequently nowadays and it worries me. They hurt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh... oh well. Work tomorrow and Sunday. Freedom comes slowly once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and PS: Fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-8079135079360110855?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8079135079360110855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-black-birdie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/8079135079360110855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/8079135079360110855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-black-birdie.html' title='A Little Black Birdie'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-1481976464093945548</id><published>2010-04-28T19:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:42:28.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Make a Bet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Rather scared&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Stadium Love" by Metric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very... late. I randomly decided to check JobFinder today because I was curious as to what internships were available. I didn't bother applying earlier because I felt my experiences weren't up-to-par. I shouldn't have doubted myself. Someone I know got a great internship UTC Power and he doesn't do that well in school. I mean, I do better and even that's not impressive! hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyways, looks as if I'm applying somewhere. Just one place. It may be somewhat late. I'm not sure when the deadline is, but I hope I get it in on time. It would be a great place to work. Get to be in a chemistry lab doing chemical and chemical engineering things! Wish me luck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's finals week this week and next and it's moving somewhat quickly. Last week was basically a bull-shit week at my school and has thrown off my work schedule. I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updated my resume today. I completely forgot about adding my chem eng projects from this year! I can't believe it went past me, especially since I've done so many this year... I think I've done about 11! So I guess it was true that sophomore year for chem engs is basically projects. haha. It was rather annoying... These huge projects on top of exams and homeworks. But I can't wait to actually be in a lab and work on reports next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have to go back to my homework and stop procrastinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Yura got a tick on his butt!! haha And I had to take it out... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-1481976464093945548?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1481976464093945548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2010/04/wanna-make-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/1481976464093945548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/1481976464093945548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2010/04/wanna-make-bet.html' title='Wanna Make a Bet?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-4658927369928552568</id><published>2010-03-04T08:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:03:53.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallo Hallo Hallo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/S4_RX-48h2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Mw7GBp7RjxE/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/S4_RX-48h2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Mw7GBp7RjxE/s200/007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444800684463261538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/S4_RDP99IpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ncgP1j_3tEA/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/S4_RDP99IpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ncgP1j_3tEA/s200/008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444800328270422674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/S4_RDP99IpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ncgP1j_3tEA/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Slightly nauseous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Lupin" by KARA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost the end of term! Just two days, 1 quiz, 1 project, and 2 more finals until I get a week break from school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This term has been so hard... I'm taking Physics 1, Organic Chem II, and Chemical Engineering Thermodynamics and the work load is much more than what I've ever had to do. I have homework assigned everyday in Physics, along with homeworks every week for chem eng. But there's also projects for chem eng, which I end up working on everyday for a couple hours with my group. Ahhh I just want this to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, many people that I've talked to are going away for spring break. Unfortunately, I'm just going to be home all week. I'm going to try to do things though. Fun crafts that I haven't done in a while... Yup. I have a feeling that I'll just be sitting in bed watching TV all day. hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice in Wonderland comes out tomorrow! I want to watch it in IMAX 3D, so hopefully I get to see it this break. It looks so good. Now to get him to get tickets... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-4658927369928552568?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4658927369928552568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2010/03/hallo-hallo-hallo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/4658927369928552568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/4658927369928552568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2010/03/hallo-hallo-hallo.html' title='Hallo Hallo Hallo'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/S4_RX-48h2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Mw7GBp7RjxE/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-2801492750292785511</id><published>2010-01-03T20:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:35:48.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's have some fun, this beat is sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/S0FcOMBw6XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/csVBAhCyPSE/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/S0FcOMBw6XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/csVBAhCyPSE/s320/017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422716825147337074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Beating up the beat! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "The Way" by Fastball&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited for Wednesday! I'm going spend the entire day in Boston before going to the Passion Pit concert later that night. Gonna go to Chinatown for dim sum and baked goods, and then go ice-skating and some other things, so hopefully we'll get there early so we can do everything~! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I saw Avatar in IMAX 3D. Oh my gosh. There really is no other way to watch it. The whole 3D-ness was so amazing and it was just so crazy the entire time! hahaha As for the movie, it actually made sense. The trailer didn't make much sense to me, so coming into this movie, I had a really vague idea as to what it was really about. Some of its concepts were kind of, ehh... but other than that, it was pretty good. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/7854/mrfox.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 155px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also saw Fantastic Mr. Fox on Saturday. It was such a funny movie. I love the sudden actions that contrast with the slow movements that happened the scene before. I can't really explain it... There was this breakfast scene where the pancakes sat in front of him. Mr. Fox looked at hit and just suddenly engulfed it and it was so loud and messy. I laughed really hard in the theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a feeling that I've read the book when I was younger, but now I want to get myself a copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I to do the beginning of this week?! I have plans for Tuesday night through Thursday, but I have no idea what I'm doing until then and afterwards. I don't have any work this week so it's gonna be pretty icky. Luckily I have a couple shifts before school starts. Will make about $500 this break, probably a little more. Man, I need an internship. At least then I won't have to work as much as I do now and still get more pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - Did anybody else watch that Christmas special thing? I didn't watch the entire thing and missed Beiber, but I saw it on YouTube. He's so adorable and sings so well! I feel like I'm 12 again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eklmyx8Dy6I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eklmyx8Dy6I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-2801492750292785511?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2801492750292785511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-have-some-fun-this-beat-is-sick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/2801492750292785511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/2801492750292785511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-have-some-fun-this-beat-is-sick.html' title='Let&apos;s have some fun, this beat is sick'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/S0FcOMBw6XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/csVBAhCyPSE/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-6762898768900539963</id><published>2009-12-21T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:25:49.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Like Fire Around the Brim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sy77dfE65xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4kFXyUkt6Nw/s1600-h/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sy77dfE65xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4kFXyUkt6Nw/s320/016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417543885750200082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Skeleton Key" by Margot &amp;amp; The Nuclear So and So's&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter break! Woo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been doing so much work this term. I'm glad it's done. I'm not too particularly happy about grades, but I won't dwell on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas season is among us and you know what that means! Buying cheap gifts for family and friends and NOT celebrating the birth of Jesus! Yay! Working in retail, you get to see what kind of gifts people buy for others. If it ain't $5, then it ain't worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm glad to say that I get a new phone. I was hoping for the Droid, but my parents don't want to pay the extra $30/month, even after I said that I would pay for it myself. So I ended up picking the Samsung Rogue, which is only an extra $10. I know some apps work on that at least... But yay physical keyboards! I'm not too fond of the touch screen keyboard, so this one is nice (although I have a feeling this has a touch screen one, too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img23.imageshack.us/i/verizonsamsungrogueonsa.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/3063/verizonsamsungrogueonsa.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter break has led me to browse through online stores and I have been really holding back on buying things. There are so many cute things I would like, but I'm saving up this break for better things. (On that note, Passion Pit is coming to Boston on Jan 6th! Chyea baby~ and Parachute is in the day after. If only I could see both!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited to work this break! I didn't have any hours today, but starting tomorrow, I'm working till Christmas and then starting again the day after. Planning on making some moolah. I bought this dress a while ago for a formal and I also got my brother a present, so that really brought my balance down... I need to put some back. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-6762898768900539963?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6762898768900539963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-like-fire-around-brim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/6762898768900539963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/6762898768900539963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-like-fire-around-brim.html' title='It Was Like Fire Around the Brim'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sy77dfE65xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4kFXyUkt6Nw/s72-c/016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-5907461390758126349</id><published>2009-11-12T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:54:13.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning, Got the Hazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Coming Up Easy" by Paolo Nutini&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to study for Organic Chemistry, but I thought I'd post my little "story" from my creative writing class. It has potential to be better, but I don't really care much. (PS- I had to write about the art museum, if that helps.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That’s ugly. That’s horrendous. Why’s that even here? I really don’t understand how many of these things that people consider ‘art’ be put in this place. But then again, since when was it necessary to put things in a gigantic building and charge people, what, &lt;i&gt;ten&lt;/i&gt; dollars to walk around and look at boards hanging on a wall? If they were looking for things like that, I would’ve given them my shitty third-grade science project on volcanoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People only come here to look at naked women, especially those punk kids with stupid baggy pants and backwards hats. It’s the closest thing they’ll ever get to seeing one. Just hear how they giggle and squeal at the sight of a boob. I can’t believe the fate of society lies in the hands of little wannabes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God dammit. This place sucks. If this class wasn’t required to graduate, I sure as hell wouldn’t be caught dead here. I just need to get this over with, pass with the bare minimum, and bounce ‘cause it’s really getting on my nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The professor says we need to be more ‘cultured and worldly.’ Fuck that. If I really wanted to spend time seeing this so-called ‘art,’ I would’ve looked at the drawings on the refrigerator door while on my way to fixing a nice Screwdriver and then watching trashy reality T.V. before leaving to go grind up on a stranger at some party. His place or mine? Either way, I’m passing out on someone’s bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-5907461390758126349?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5907461390758126349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-morning-got-hazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/5907461390758126349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/5907461390758126349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-morning-got-hazy.html' title='Sunday Morning, Got the Hazy'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-3195415479275633086</id><published>2009-11-03T23:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:54:50.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doh Doh Doh I'm A Sexy Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Carefree... for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "도도 (Doh Doh)" by Mina&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This creative writing course makes me want to write more things, except I'm not really good at anything. Haha. I like some of my concepts, but depending on how you read it, people may not like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking back on this short paragraph I wrote over the summer. It seemed really cool at first and to me, but when I started thinking about it from a third person's point of view, they won't like certain things I did, such as lots of short sentences or overuse of semi-colons. Most things I write are supposed to sound like thoughts and less like narrations, which may explain the short sentences and weird fragments. Oh well, people have their tastes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't edited this paragraph since I wrote it. Only small things like tenses or typos. I tried converting it into a poem so it's somewhat suitable for class, but it just looks stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I read it, the more I start to dislike it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel his breathing upon my neck. There’s not enough space between him and I. The person to my right slowly wipes her nose with her index finger pointing at me, sniffling quietly. Someone behind me coughs; another clears his throat. There is no such thing as silence in this place. A hum is constant. The air is getting hot. My eyes are shifting from side to side, observing the people around me. I feel everyone getting uncomfortable; getting agitated. There are no windows; no sunlight; no wind. I can feel myself getting light-headed. Black walls enclose my eyes. I blink frantically to get rid of them. I feel myself hallucinating. If that man rubs up against my back again, I swear I’ll kill him. Just one swift flick of the wrist and his neck will give out underneath the pressure of my fingers. The sound of his last gasp of life will echo and reverberate in my ears, giving me the utmost satisfaction. A bell rings loudly. The elevator door opens and everyone floods out, taking in a deep breath as they leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-3195415479275633086?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3195415479275633086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/doh-doh-doh-im-sexy-lady.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/3195415479275633086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/3195415479275633086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/doh-doh-doh-im-sexy-lady.html' title='Doh Doh Doh I&apos;m A Sexy Lady'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-5451196602847831763</id><published>2009-10-28T23:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:55:01.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You Cry Me a River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SukTG1Lxy2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ykSHBn04wok/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SukTG1Lxy2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ykSHBn04wok/s320/015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397866636456872802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Life, for some reason, is busy and full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Cry Me a River" by Michael Buble&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the beginning of second term and already I have grades to worry about. First quiz is Friday and a 3pg Chem Eng report is due early next week. Trying to get into work mode slowly whether I want to or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firesides is coming to the school newspaper. Students basically submit work, but no one really ever does, so work by the news staff usually goes in, which will mean my poopy drawings will most likely find a spot there. Haha. I made a quick one over my school break, and it's not done nor is it good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgur.com/BaH6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgur.com/BaH6es.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only a portion. The lower half just looks awkward so I just cut it off... Hahaha. I'm sure they won't mind. I haven't drawn for a long time now... Uh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never get this one done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgur.com/To1bO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgur.com/To1bOs.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-5451196602847831763?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5451196602847831763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-dont-you-cry-me-river.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/5451196602847831763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/5451196602847831763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-dont-you-cry-me-river.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You Cry Me a River'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SukTG1Lxy2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ykSHBn04wok/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-4853870196981132196</id><published>2009-09-27T11:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:55:35.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There She Goes, Her Stomach Tied in Knots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sr-J5k8l9UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cc-vMhzH_as/s1600-h/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sr-J5k8l9UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cc-vMhzH_as/s320/014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386175301621773634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Tired and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "속았다 (Narration Of 이요원)" by &lt;span lang="KO"&gt;태군&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room is pretty much freezing cold. It shouldn't be because it's only September. Winter is quickly approaching and has no regard for fall. Hopefully, it won't be too cold outside for a while because I want to start running at the track. Since high school, I've been pretty much inactive and that's not really good. I don't wanna let myself go (haha, even though it's impossible for me to gain significant weight).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo... I have to study for an exam tomorrow. And then I have a chE project due Wednesday and this project/oversea application due Thursday. Pretty much constant working until I hand in that application. Radio Monday, newspaper Tuesday, HUASAC and project Wednesday, application Thursday, and radio show Friday. I'm not sure if I'm working this weekend, although I did ask for hours. Three more weeks till classes are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just saw a Kit Kat bar commercial and now I really want one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yes, the radio show. Talking sucks. Loud music awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-4853870196981132196?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4853870196981132196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-she-goes-with-her-stomach-tied-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/4853870196981132196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/4853870196981132196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-she-goes-with-her-stomach-tied-in.html' title='There She Goes, Her Stomach Tied in Knots'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sr-J5k8l9UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cc-vMhzH_as/s72-c/014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-8428109316743851279</id><published>2009-09-16T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:42:59.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know It Hurts Even Though You Can't Show It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am in a very violent mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will seriously dropkick the next face I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really don't understand some people. It's such a simple concept that you have to do over and over again and you really expect me to do everything for you? Well, excuse me sir, you have to learn that shit on your own because you are not going to learn anything if I have to do it for you. And please keep your frustrations on the down low. I don't like to hear your constant groanings and bangings about how you don't understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How hard is it to do things yourself? Do you always need someone to nag you constantly in order to get things done? If you see it, it should be apparent that you should do it. It's your job anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you could keep the volume to a minimum, that would be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-8428109316743851279?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8428109316743851279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-it-hurts-even-though-you-cant.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/8428109316743851279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/8428109316743851279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-it-hurts-even-though-you-cant.html' title='I Know It Hurts Even Though You Can&apos;t Show It'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-1797250977412884825</id><published>2009-09-02T16:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:33:37.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Asleep In Those Eyes Like A Waterbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sp1eBKQNO8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rtRlTsJizJc/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sp1eBKQNO8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rtRlTsJizJc/s320/013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376556904175451074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "For You I Will (Confidence)" by Teddy Geiger&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this band called &lt;b&gt;No Reply&lt;/b&gt; that I really like. I'm really into the whole piano rock scene and they're Korean so it's double the awesome. I still hate the fact that alternative and indie music is considered underground in Korea. Everything now is just so heavy on pop idol groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I love their album. I've listened to it numerous times already. And I really like the album cover. It's so simple and the brightness and green tones make it seem very dream-like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"World" by No Reply --- not my favorite, but still good. Listen to "시야" some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvQ3KG-3Nwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvQ3KG-3Nwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm... Classes started last Thursday. I already have a huge amount of reading to do for all of my classes and unfortunately, I am about half a day behind them. Luckily, I'm done with classes now and I only have one class tomorrow so I can get a lot of stuff done today and tomorrow. I have work Saturday from 1-10pm again. Thank god it's in a section I've worked in before. I hate going to new sections and not knowing where anything is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just had my first real encounter with what would happen if you accidentally brought up Facebook stalking in real life. I will dwell on this for a long time and further feel embarassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from that... I'm finally starting to join clubs and stuff. Should've done that last year, but... oh well. I have newspaper and radio so far. I still want to do badminton club and Aiche, except badminton is meeting at 9pm today and that's so late. I feel like going because it's the first day for this year, but because it's at 9 and I have to bring my own racket and shuttlecocks, I'll probably not go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh, reading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-1797250977412884825?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1797250977412884825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-asleep-in-those-eyes-like-waterbed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/1797250977412884825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/1797250977412884825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-asleep-in-those-eyes-like-waterbed.html' title='Fall Asleep In Those Eyes Like A Waterbed'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sp1eBKQNO8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rtRlTsJizJc/s72-c/013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-5158545613130845781</id><published>2009-08-26T14:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:12:46.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stall and Wait Is the Game She Plays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SooFK-UgwgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_dpRkjYJCXw/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SooFK-UgwgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_dpRkjYJCXw/s320/012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371111191678599682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;A little sick of life; very hot temperature-wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Beatbox" by The Sounds&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got my copy of Mute Math's "Armistice" in the mail a while ago. Pretty exciting. It'll probably be on repeat for a good month straight. Haha. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally moved into the house that I'm living in for this next school year. Moved in Sunday morning and finished unpacking everything Tuesday. It was really tiring because I had work Sunday and Monday and there wasn't much time to get everything organized. Took me a couple hours early in the morning to get everything set. Classes start tomorrow. AHHHH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah... I am so dull. I will try to get exciting things to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-5158545613130845781?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5158545613130845781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/08/stall-and-wait-is-game-she-plays.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/5158545613130845781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/5158545613130845781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/08/stall-and-wait-is-game-she-plays.html' title='Stall and Wait Is the Game She Plays'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SooFK-UgwgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_dpRkjYJCXw/s72-c/012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-4647167830972453423</id><published>2009-08-14T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:08:26.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Call 911</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/8489/dancefail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 312px;" src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/8489/dancefail.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "My Love Is Better" by Annie&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I got too lazy to open Photoshop and make an avatar so I'll put an insanely large gif instead. This is probably the funniest thing I have seen in a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to see Ponyo. I love Miyazaki's films. I'm a little annoyed though that Miley Cyrus's younger sister and the youngest Jonas brother are doing the voices for the main characters. I actually can't remember what their voices sound like, but just the fact they are them irritates me. Hahaha. Okay, just kidding... A little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glee cast is coming to the Natick mall on Monday! I really want to see them, but no one else seems to be that excited. Haha. Well actually, there are a few people who would go, but work has overcome them. Lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I have work tomorrow. 1-10. Pretty late... I also got hours for Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday next week. I need to try and get as many hours in before school starts. I feel like I'm going to be working a lot of weekends... I hope I can handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-4647167830972453423?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4647167830972453423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/08/somebody-call-911.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/4647167830972453423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/4647167830972453423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/08/somebody-call-911.html' title='Somebody Call 911'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-8223517785314588088</id><published>2009-08-07T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:46:06.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tried To Do Hand-Stands For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SnZHWyDbd-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/yWyuXxlf6no/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SnZHWyDbd-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/yWyuXxlf6no/s320/011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365554462777374690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Pretty content. A bit confused and burdened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Not Big" by Lily Allen&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH! I had jury duty Monday morning and my group didn't even get to the interviewing process because there were no more trials for today. So basically, I sat around for 4 hours in a small room and went home. Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, I had to watch my sister since my grandma's in Colorado. Took her to see &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Up&lt;/b&gt;, which wasn't that good. Kind of upsetting. I was expecting it to be amazing. Got my hair cut short yesterday. Took over a foot off! It was definitely long overdue. My long hair was really pissing me off for the longest time... I went to my aunt's today to get it colored back to my normal hair color. I didn't want the light brown again because fixing the roots numerous times a year is obnoxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought the 2-disc &lt;b&gt;Coraline&lt;/b&gt; movie. Yay! I love 3D movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-8223517785314588088?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8223517785314588088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-tried-to-do-hand-stands-for-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/8223517785314588088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/8223517785314588088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-tried-to-do-hand-stands-for-you.html' title='I Tried To Do Hand-Stands For You'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SnZHWyDbd-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/yWyuXxlf6no/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-1311286003748961869</id><published>2009-07-29T23:02:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:15:19.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Will Be Wordy And Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I see and observe others in various environments. I watch and I listen. It's what I do. I learn from other people's experiences therefore learn from their mistakes. Every situation that I am faced with, I choose the best outcome which usually ends up being different to other situations I have seen before. What may seem like the best answer to me, is not the best answer for someone else. I'm afraid of these hardships. I'm afraid of the troubles. Some would say that going through all the hardships and troubles was the best thing that could've happened to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are some things that aren't meant to be shared with others, especially if you're telling that one person something that directs to them. They could take it as a positive or they could take it as a negative. It's 50/50. I always make the mistake of telling people what someone has said about them. I'm not talking about gossip. Just small questions or comments that involve that person in some way. To me, it's a simple question. To others, it questions their character and tells them in what way others see them. Unfortunately, most things that people ask me will always be seen as a negative by the person whom they are asking a question about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You know how you see couples walking down the street? The ones that are hand in hand, talking and laughing with each other, both of them with bright smiles on their face? You see them and you wonder what it would be like to be in a relationship like that. Lots of smiles, laughter, and hugs. You think about being in a relationship, but you can't picture yourself in one. For some reason, putting yourself in that position doesn't fit well with you, or at least that's what you think. It seems to come easy to other people, but being in it yourself scares you. I am scared. I can't see myself in that way. As that girl who happily walks with him, laughing at his jokes, gripping his arm close to me as a sign to others that he is mine. I'm afraid that I will reject every opportunity that faces me. I'm already rejecting them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've always been a private person. I keep a lot of details about me inside, so hardly anyone knows that much about me. There are others who like to talk about themselves. They tell stories from their childhood to stories that reveal secrets that they have kept for years. They're the people who like talking about their lives. I admit, it feels sort of liberating let others know things about you. It's freeing to talk. But, I've learned that talking hasn't been beneficial for me and now I am stuck with keeping everything inside. All throughout high school, I rarely talked, much less talk about myself. In college, I slipped out a few non-important things (to me anyways) about me because I thought I could confide in the people who I thought were my close friends. Hearing those whispers behind my back, the jokes, hurt. Since then, I found that I can't trust anyone. No one these days know anything about keeping secrets. Everyone loves the "gossip."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are some stories that should never be told. I’ve always found an interest in what happens in people’s lives, but there are some things that I wish I didn’t hear. It upsets me the most when you think it will not affect you at all and it ends up hurting you more than you thought it would. And the more you think about it, the more pain you feel. The more you think about it, the more you want to forget about the whole thing. The more you want to forget, the more irrational things you end up doing. All from a story that has nothing to do with you and yet, it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think a lot about what life would be like if I had gone to school with a different major. Schools only give you so much time to settle on something; settle before you even try all of their options. With a specialized school, those options are limited. I love art. For a long time, I thought I would grow up to be a graphic designer, an animator, a cartoonist, something that dealt with the arts, and then I quickly changed directions. What I'm studying now is something that I wouldn't say I love, but it's interesting. Will interesting keep me interested? I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-1311286003748961869?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1311286003748961869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-will-be-wordy-and-random.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/1311286003748961869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/1311286003748961869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-will-be-wordy-and-random.html' title='This Will Be Wordy And Random'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-7072114592768153131</id><published>2009-07-27T16:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:23:19.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Hold Me With Your Heart Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sm0sFhM3THI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AOgWC0BFPU0/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sm0sFhM3THI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AOgWC0BFPU0/s320/010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362991204591422578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Surfing On A Rocket" by Air&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Feeling:&lt;/b&gt; Pretty tired and bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this band called &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bandwinterplay"&gt;Winterplay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. They're very jazzy and I like it. I think they have three albums out. I have their 2nd one &lt;i&gt;Hot Summerplay &lt;/i&gt;and I kind of want the first one. Yesasia has &lt;i&gt;Happy Snow Bubble&lt;/i&gt; for $15, but I don't know if I want to get it now. Maybe I'll convince my parents to get it since I'm poor (or at least since I need to save it for the school year). :D They're 2nd one came out on the 7th and their 3rd (which is the first Japanese one) came out a couple of days ago, so that's cool. And the singer's English is pretty good. A lot better than most Korean artists out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would listen to their cover of Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean" also. Very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gypsy Girl" from &lt;i&gt;Hot Summerplay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UnuN6dfX6v0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UnuN6dfX6v0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the key for the house that I'm going to be living in next year. It's pretty exciting. I'm not exactly sure when I'll move in since my friend's dad still has things to do around the house. Probably like a week or two before school starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just pre-ordered &lt;i&gt;Armistice&lt;/i&gt; by Mute Math. I can't wait till I actually get it. It was pretty cheap too. Only $15 with shipping and handling, so I took advantage of that. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do these days. I deactivated my facebook page because I spent too much time on there. Now, I have so much time. All I really did on there was play games... And now I'm trying to find games online outside of facebook... Haha. Maybe I'll spend the rest of my summer making paper stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; Darn, I gave in and reactivated it. I missed the games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-7072114592768153131?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7072114592768153131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-cant-hold-me-with-your-heart-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/7072114592768153131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/7072114592768153131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-cant-hold-me-with-your-heart-alone.html' title='You Can&apos;t Hold Me With Your Heart Alone'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sm0sFhM3THI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AOgWC0BFPU0/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-5927616195370061426</id><published>2009-07-23T01:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:50:16.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Meant to Start a War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Smf5IP3ATSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JaaWTxfH4rc/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Smf5IP3ATSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JaaWTxfH4rc/s320/009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361527801499372834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Take Me Back (ft. Taio Cruz)" by Tinchy Stryder&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my license last Thursday! Hooray! I'm just glad that I can drive anywhere now and I don't need my mom sitting in the passenger seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost one month till school starts. I miss it a lot. It's been really boring and I really want to leave my house. Luckily, I get to move into the house (that I'm living in next year) early August. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's still a lot of things I want to do before school starts though... Like, cutting and coloring my hair... And also, I plan on making a giant homemade disco ball for the house since I don't want to pay a ridiculous amount for a real one. I also want a paper ceiling cat for my room... And a string of monster lights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/4307/35chbpijpg.gif" style="float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need to write more songs. I have lots of piano melodies, but not enough songs/lyrics. Writing lyrics is hard, especially when you don't want to be cliche. I also want to learn to transcribe songs better. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going whale watching in Boston on Saturday. How fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I really love this gif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-5927616195370061426?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5927616195370061426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-never-meant-to-start-war.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/5927616195370061426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/5927616195370061426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-never-meant-to-start-war.html' title='I Never Meant to Start a War'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Smf5IP3ATSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JaaWTxfH4rc/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-2273369710790075730</id><published>2009-07-15T12:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:22:28.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop to Wonder Why You're Here and Not There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sl4I6kzkecI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CebHneeptEY/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sl4I6kzkecI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CebHneeptEY/s320/008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358730409022880194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Stop &amp;amp; Stare" by OneRepublic&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to the Harry Potter premiere last night. One of my friends said we should meet up at the theater at 6PM, but the thing was was that they wouldn't let people into the actual theater until 10. So, we ended up walking around the mall and spent a good amount of time at the bookstore. We went at 10, were the 2nd group there, and sat around for 2 hours doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie itself was really long. I started to get fidgety and bored around the 2nd hour of the movie and we still had about 45 mintues to go. Overall, it was okay. I could've waited to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/8232/sv0zth.gif" scr="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/8232/sv0zth.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going camping this weekend. Well, not really camping since I don't plan on sleeping over, but my family  and I are going to Deersfield with a bunch of my cousins and aunts and uncles. It's an annual thing we do where the highlight is tubing down this really long river. The whole thing takes about 4 hours, so it's pretty much an all day thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if we're going to see a bear again this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-2273369710790075730?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2273369710790075730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-to-wonder-why-youre-here-and-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/2273369710790075730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/2273369710790075730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-to-wonder-why-youre-here-and-not.html' title='Stop to Wonder Why You&apos;re Here and Not There'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sl4I6kzkecI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CebHneeptEY/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-2455674141265346427</id><published>2009-07-10T17:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:03:16.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Our Night, FLY to the Top, Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sle2PF31VuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/S5gtYo2D-SI/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sle2PF31VuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/S5gtYo2D-SI/s320/007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356950652171146978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "너 없인 행복할 수 없잖아" by Mary Story&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the title is "I Can't Be Happy Without You." I probably translated that wrong... Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have their album, but I haven't really listened to it... I just got Eurovision 2009 so that's been mostly on repeat these days... Haha. I really like dance/upbeat music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've been downloading too much music this summer. I went from having around 30GB of free space down to 19GB. EEK. I just checked, and I have about 15GB of music. Maybe I'll get rid of some of them by burning them on CDs. If I do that, then I need a stereo that can play CDs cause all I have is one that you plug your iPod into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9aA_sjZz3ak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9aA_sjZz3ak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm going to see the midnight premiere of Harry Potter Tuesday night. I'm not a gigantic fan, but I am excited. My friend Bryan said he didn't want to go cause there would be weird people dressed in capes and waving wands around. Hahaha. I should bring my camera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the weirdest dream last night dealing with school. Nothing was really important, only that it was weird and felt real. Haha. I also had another one where I cursed at my uncles which was odd cause I don't hate any of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my parents are leaving for Hampton Beach tomorrow. I would've gone, but it's weird when it's with just them. On Sunday, the family's going to Boston for this ship thing. I don't care too much for that... I'm only going because my mom said that we can stop by and eat in Chinatown. Hahaha. I love dim sum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-2455674141265346427?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2455674141265346427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-our-night-fly-to-top-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/2455674141265346427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/2455674141265346427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-our-night-fly-to-top-baby.html' title='This Is Our Night, FLY to the Top, Baby'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sle2PF31VuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/S5gtYo2D-SI/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-6617215772942199199</id><published>2009-07-05T14:25:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:03:35.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But You Just Say, It's OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SlDxbn1uzPI/AAAAAAAAADo/KsLjTePSQrg/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SlDxbn1uzPI/AAAAAAAAADo/KsLjTePSQrg/s320/006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355045413796629746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "RPG Shine" by W &amp;amp; Whale&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like bands that use the piano as one of their instruments. It gives me inspiration for when I need to write music which isn't going so well, by the way. I'll get to it later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I like the female vocals. Not high-pitched and annoying, so it's easy to listen to. This band consists of the male trio W and the female singer Whale (hence their name becoming W &amp;amp; Whale). Their song &lt;b&gt;RPG Shine &lt;/b&gt;(RPG = Rocket Punch Generation) was the title track on the &lt;i&gt;I Like It Hot&lt;/i&gt; OST. I haven't seen that movie. I guess I will since I like this song. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have all of their albums that they have released so far. Apparently, I've already listened to the entire 2nd album, but I honestly can't remember anything but the title track. I have a really bad habit of leaving music on and not actually listening to it. I'll listen carefully from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6nwReAB52g8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6nwReAB52g8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Boston Pops 4th of July Celebration yesterday. I left Christina's house at 4:30AM and got there at 5:30AM. The oval didn't open till 9, so we ended up sitting in line for 3 1/2 hours until we were finally let in. It was crazy because people were running to get a spot in the front. We were about 7 rows back from the stage, so we were pretty close. The concert didn't start till 8PM. Lots of sitting around and waiting. Plus, it was really hot and I thought I was going to die because I wore jeans instead of shorts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I got on T.V. 3 times? I did this retarded dance when I saw the camera on me because I was excited. Hahaha. I looked so dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Potter comes out next Wednesday! I'm going to see the midnight show with Emily and Christina and a few of her friends. Excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am supposed to write music over the summer for this "band" thing, which I don't expect to go through fully in terms of doing band-like things... But anyways, I've been getting little melodies done on the piano and lots done in my head, but I can't put lyrics to any of them. Writing songs is so hard. Since I find writing stories easier, I tried making stories into lyrics, but then I don't want to many "story songs" so I end up writing nothing. I need inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-6617215772942199199?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6617215772942199199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-you-just-say-its-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/6617215772942199199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/6617215772942199199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-you-just-say-its-ok.html' title='But You Just Say, It&apos;s OK'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SlDxbn1uzPI/AAAAAAAAADo/KsLjTePSQrg/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-5244430575378802725</id><published>2009-07-01T14:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:03:52.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Steady, I'm Gonna Make You Shiver</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SkuyCaY1xyI/AAAAAAAAADg/oni146m4_24/s320/005.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353568336572958498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Pl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;aying:&lt;/b&gt; "Lip" by Dear Cloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard nowadays to find a Korean good group that has female vocals that aren't annoyingly high-pitched. All the mainstream stuff is really bubblegum pop and cutesy. As much as I like to get cutesy once in a while (I know, right?), I need some serious music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stumbled upon Dear Cloud when I was watching music videos on YouTube. The lead singer has a really nice, deep, flowing voice which I don't hear much in Korean music today. I'm just about finished downloading their albums now so I'm going to listen to them later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lip" off their 2nd album, &lt;b&gt;Grey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dR571X9voFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dR571X9voFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I scheduled another road test and this time I know I will do everything correctly (hopefully...). It's on Thursday at 4PM. I hope the instructor guy won't be annoyed by the end of the day (I doubt it...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Wednesday, right? Yep. Tomorrow, I'm going into Boston with my family for whale watching. I think my aunt said something about not being able to do that because of the weather... We'll probably end up going to the aquarium and hang around the Quincy market area and maybe Chinatown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, I have to make food for my other aunt's baby shower and then I'm going over to my friend's house. I'm sleeping over and then we're going to leave early for Boston (again!) so we can get a good parking spot. Fireworks at night, then home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thunderstorm's a coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-5244430575378802725?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5244430575378802725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/5244430575378802725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/5244430575378802725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Rolling Steady, I&apos;m Gonna Make You Shiver'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SkuyCaY1xyI/AAAAAAAAADg/oni146m4_24/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-6115265183831046468</id><published>2009-06-25T20:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:04:15.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What You Get For Sticking Out Your Neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SkQWBEZ0PvI/AAAAAAAAACo/PnATC-LaJWw/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SkQWBEZ0PvI/AAAAAAAAACo/PnATC-LaJWw/s320/004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351426464840695538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing: &lt;/b&gt;"Music Show" by Super Kidd&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This band is actually really funny... They're Korean. The music video for their song "Love Dance" is funny. Some of their songs on their album don't sound real original (like, one of them sounded like The Ting Tings's "Shut Up and Let Me Go"), but other than that, they're cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're less rock than what people claim them to be. They have lots of electronic elements to them, judging from their album. I really like them. It's fun, funny music. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPp9Kr4Atog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPp9Kr4Atog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was rather hectic. My aunts and uncles came from across the US (okay.. only two of them...) for my uncle's wedding. The entire thing lasted the whole day. The ceremony itself was pretty short... That was held in Worcester. Then everyone had to drive to Boston for a tea ceremony at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; house (they're Chinese). After that we had the reception at a restaurant in Chinatown which included a 10 course meal! Haha. The food was really good, but for some reason, I couldn't eat much. Most people weren't really full by the end of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/6600/2q3zpsx.gif" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 251px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday and today I spent with my aunts. Mostly shopping. Saw Transformers. It was okay. Ate lots of food at grandma's house. Lost a lot of sleep. Luckily, I wasn't called to work in this week, although I did miss a call from my boss during the wedding ceremony. Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is random, but every time I try to spell lucky or luckily, I keep typing licky. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, I'm not doing anything tomorrow. My aunts invited me to lunch at Minado's in Natick, but I don't know if I want to go. It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; free food (for me at least...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm, wow. This was real boring. I need exciting things in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-6115265183831046468?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6115265183831046468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-what-you-get-for-sticking-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/6115265183831046468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/6115265183831046468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-what-you-get-for-sticking-out.html' title='That&apos;s What You Get For Sticking Out Your Neck'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SkQWBEZ0PvI/AAAAAAAAACo/PnATC-LaJWw/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-2930516176206835353</id><published>2009-06-21T09:13:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:04:50.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Not a Test or an SOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sj42qNJIxUI/AAAAAAAAACY/iqCrMMTqcTo/s320/003.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349773506073118018" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Currently Playing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The Wolf" by Miniature Tigers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aha. I love that band. They need to come to Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I didn't pass my road test. Haha. I had a good laugh about some of the reasons why I failed, then that turned to frustration, then anger. So... oh well. He failed me on not looking over my shoulder when reversing (which I so did...), forgetting one signal (ugh, I can't believe I forgot that), and going 35 in a 25mph zone (haha, well, okay. But I didn't know the speed limit). I'm just going to have to take it again. That's fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Work was really tiring yesterday. There was a huge rush of customers from 10-1 so I hardly ever left the register. They put me in men's suits. Luckily, I didn't have to help people look for things. I got work on Monday also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to make money so maybe I can go on a trip during one of those college breaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So many bands I like are releasing albums and having concerts. I want all of it. I need to remember the dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8060/33a4htz.gif" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paolo Nutini:.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;July 24.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House of Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*We Are Scientists:.....T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hursday.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;July 30......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Middle East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tinted Windows:.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monday..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aug 3........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paradise Rock Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Parachute:..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wednesday...Aug 12.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paradise Rock Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ben Folds:....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thursday.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oct 1........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boston Symphony Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Mute Math:..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thursday.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nov 9........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House of Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arctic Monkeys and The Flaming Lips are also releasing new albums (also Mute Math, but I knew that for a while).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-2930516176206835353?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2930516176206835353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-not-test-or-sos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/2930516176206835353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/2930516176206835353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-not-test-or-sos.html' title='This is Not a Test or an SOS'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/Sj42qNJIxUI/AAAAAAAAACY/iqCrMMTqcTo/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-7803528961990569704</id><published>2009-06-18T18:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:05:22.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Run and Tell That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SjrGqtw4TjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZKByPpXOk0c/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SjrGqtw4TjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZKByPpXOk0c/s320/002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348805944597302834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing: &lt;/b&gt;"Now We Go" by Peppertones&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just downloaded a lot of Korean indie/rock albums yesterday when I should have gone to bed. I need time to listen to all of them. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna get my license tomorrow~! Hooray! I wish I could go somewhere once I get it, but I have to clean the house because people are coming over and then I have work all weekend, so... That will be put on halt until the weekday comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-7803528961990569704?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7803528961990569704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-run-and-tell-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/7803528961990569704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/7803528961990569704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-run-and-tell-that.html' title='Go Run and Tell That'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SjrGqtw4TjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZKByPpXOk0c/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-3633574532423602798</id><published>2009-06-15T23:31:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:09:13.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Your Umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SjcS4dcbb4I/AAAAAAAAACI/T3O5BsshI3M/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SjcS4dcbb4I/AAAAAAAAACI/T3O5BsshI3M/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347763843711594370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Playing:&lt;/b&gt; "Without It" by Mute Math&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so this layout (which isn't even that good by the way) was a lot more difficult than it should've been, just getting that out of the way. The HTML is so much more difficult than what I used to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty much beat. Today, I didn't do anything, but my weekend seemed really heavy. I had training all day Friday and Saturday and I went to a bridal shower and a graduation party yesterday. I was so nervous my 2nd day because I got to actually work on the floor after register training ended. I was horrible at doing transactions for the first hour, but I slowly got better. It stinks that I don't work till next Saturday. 7:45AM to 4:45PM. Yay, me. Sunday, I went to a bridal shower in Boston then a graduation party down in Newport. I didn't get home till around 10:30PM and I was so tired. I went on my laptop a bit, but I thought I was going to pass out, so I quickly went to bed. I love beds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family is having a gathering down in Rhode Island that day for my aunt who is coming to visit, but I won't be able to go because I have to work. Ugh, that's sad. I'm hoping they won't make me work a lot of weekends during the school year because, well, it should be obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is pretty much nothing. All that I'm looking forward to is my road test and then work. I need to hurry and get my license so I can go places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edit: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mute Math is coming to the House of Blues in Boston on Nov. 12th!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It sucks that it's a Thursday, but it is awesome anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paolo Nutini is also coming to Boston on July 24th. I really want to go to everything... I'm so poor. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-3633574532423602798?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3633574532423602798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-your-umbrella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/3633574532423602798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/3633574532423602798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-your-umbrella.html' title='I Am Your Umbrella'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SjcS4dcbb4I/AAAAAAAAACI/T3O5BsshI3M/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142465656177768183.post-2803088195622647990</id><published>2009-06-12T21:31:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:08:52.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Peculiar People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SjMLo6_4t4I/AAAAAAAAABE/o7kIrWvCFfI/s1600-h/aang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SjMLo6_4t4I/AAAAAAAAABE/o7kIrWvCFfI/s320/aang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346629980278798210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't blogged since middle school when I had Xanga. It was really popular during that time, but I find not many people use it nowadays. Sad. I've been wanting to get a blog on wordpress, but I guess blogspot is easier since I already had a gmail account. I'm sure wordpress will happen sooner or later. Then, I can pretty it up with my awesome coding skills that have not been put to use since those Xanga days. I need to brush up on my HTML and CSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't actually know who would read this since personal blogs aren't common with the people I know. I don't know why people like getting comments on their entries. It's like you need to know that at least someone cares about your life since you can't find anyone else to rant to. I find writing it out good enough for me. I don't have to say it to a certain person, it just needs to be said. That way I get whatever I'm feeling off my chest and feel better because I expressed my concerns (even if no one listens). I blabble on and on about certain topics when it comes to people so be prepared whoever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought 3 books today when I wasn't supposed to:&lt;b&gt; Living the Wisdom of the Tao, Walden &amp;amp; Civil Disobedience,&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.&lt;/b&gt; That last one doesn't really relate to the other 2, but it sounds awesome. I've already finished the first one. I really like Lao-tzu's passages. It's hard to say which one is my favorite, but I do have one that is just very memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tripped up the escalator when I was at the mall earlier this morning. It wasn't even on, so that's pretty sad. Luckily, I did not fall and no one was around. If someone falls up an escalator and no one is around, does she make a sound? Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to get up early tomorrow for my 2nd day of training, but I can't bring myself to get to sleep early. Yesterday night, I went to bed around 11:30PM and was up for a good 2 hours before I actually fell asleep. I think about too many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like writing. I wish my school had more writing classes. Luckily, I'm taking Creative Writing in my 2nd term of this coming year as well as an Inquiry Seminar in the 4th term. I'm really excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sarcastic at all today. Showing some improvement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/142465656177768183-2803088195622647990?l=samdodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2803088195622647990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-peculiar-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/2803088195622647990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/142465656177768183/posts/default/2803088195622647990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samdodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-peculiar-people.html' title='We Are Peculiar People'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053931218879985618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SzKHc3OAsCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YHUeqDMJBlc/S220/me04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnleJ8WkAD8/SjMLo6_4t4I/AAAAAAAAABE/o7kIrWvCFfI/s72-c/aang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
