<?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-1171407130958577015</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:45:45.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*.eveilebouyekamot | tomakeyoubelieve.*</title><subtitle type='html'>"The best part of 'Believe' is the 'Lie'."
- Fall Out Boy.
Initially named "MakeBelieve", this blog was named in memorium of my old LiveJournal blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-9077300765937382181</id><published>2010-05-20T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:35:49.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dare you..</title><content type='html'>to try this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpcAbYb3PWw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpcAbYb3PWw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22 days&lt;/b&gt; until FIFA World Cup 2010 &amp;hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-9077300765937382181?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/9077300765937382181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=9077300765937382181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/9077300765937382181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/9077300765937382181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dare-you.html' title='i dare you..'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-4001773434537099611</id><published>2010-05-19T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:20:24.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>original vs. remix</title><content type='html'>maybe its because I think David Guetta is a god and his music is perfect as it is, but i think Fergie and LMFAO killed "Gettin' Over". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO &lt;b&gt;killed&lt;/b&gt; (not in a good way) the best part: &lt;b&gt; the Room Build&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, I love a good LMFAO song to pump up the party but Guetta can also pump up a party, without their help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because I've been partying to the original Gettin' Over since the album came out last summer? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can decide for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; THE ORIGINAL&lt;/B&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZ1671iCpFY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZ1671iCpFY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt; &lt;b&gt; //OR//&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE REMIX&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWjrMTWXH28&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWjrMTWXH28&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-4001773434537099611?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4001773434537099611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=4001773434537099611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/4001773434537099611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/4001773434537099611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-its-because-i-think-david-guetta.html' title='original vs. remix'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-7015075873627769739</id><published>2010-05-17T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:36:40.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GG Season Finale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPOILER ALERT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, where the eff do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.bloginity.com/wp-content/uploads/Gossip-Girl-Season-3-Finale-The-Last-Episode-Last-Tango-Then-Paris-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 500px;" src="http://cdn.bloginity.com/wp-content/uploads/Gossip-Girl-Season-3-Finale-The-Last-Episode-Last-Tango-Then-Paris-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the Single Ladies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Serena and Nate are over and so are Chuck and Blair (tear tear), so now the bffls are single! What a game changer. I definitely saw Nate and Serena breaking up, they were too beautiful to be true. But I was SOOOOOO excited for Chuck and Blair to get back together. Seeing Ed Westwick get all mushy gives me the warm fuzzies!  Arrghh I guess I'll have to wait till next season to see what happens there. I bet you there's going to be a ton of fun summer scandal in Paris. It is the city of love, after all.  Not to mention the hint of a renewal of the whole Dan and Serena phase! Just as I'd gotten used to the notion of the two of them being step-siblings, they're falling for each other again? yeck. Does anyone see a Nate-Vanessa thing happening again? Or is that just me? Why else would he send Vanessa that picture from the GG Blast? The man's got motive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.bloginity.com/wp-content/uploads/Gossip-Girl-Season-3-Finale-The-Last-Episode-Last-Tango-Then-Paris-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://cdn.bloginity.com/wp-content/uploads/Gossip-Girl-Season-3-Finale-The-Last-Episode-Last-Tango-Then-Paris-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenny from the Block&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.So little Jenny, aka Taylor Momsen, is leaving the show as a permanent cast member but will be returning as a regular next season. Her decision to leave only arose during the last episode, but one could say it was being built up for a while now. But really, was this the best decision for  her? Or was her rebellious behaviour just used by the GG writers as a scapegoat for her leaving? Maybe it was the fact that I knew this already, but the "rushed" decision to ship Jenny off to Hudson to be with her mom seemed like it didn't quite fit in with the rest of the plot. Vanessa's trip to Haiti, however, was a much more subtle write-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.bloginity.com/wp-content/uploads/Gossip-Girl-Season-3-Finale-The-Last-Episode-Last-Tango-Then-Paris-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://cdn.bloginity.com/wp-content/uploads/Gossip-Girl-Season-3-Finale-The-Last-Episode-Last-Tango-Then-Paris-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whilst Dorota having her baby was a heartfelt and genuine moment on the show for many of the main characters, it was the pregnant Georgina within the last 5 minutes of the episode that really caught everyone's attention. She kept popping in at awkward times throughout the episode but her stomach was carefully concealed, revealed only to Dan at the end of the show. Maaan, this really changes things. There's so much to discuss from this. Will Dan give up his pursuit of Serena (as he was shown looking up tickets to Paris just before Georgina burst in). Could this be another crafty ploy by Georgina to mess up the lives of those on the Upper East Side? What on earth is going to happen with this baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.forbes.com/media/2010/04/12/0412_chuck-bass_280x340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 340px;" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2010/04/12/0412_chuck-bass_280x340.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give me the BASS Line&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.Chuck, chuck, CHUCK! Gossip Girl took a whole new O.C.-esque turn at the end of this season's finale by having Chuck Bass get mugged and shot when in Prague. The muggers took the ring that he planned on giving to Blair before the whole Jenny fiasco broke out. In an &lt;a href="http://ausiellofiles.ew.com/2010/05/17/gossip-girl-season-finale-spoilers/" target="_blank"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; with Entertainment Weekly, writer Stephanie Savage says that Chuck and Blair aren't over and that the shooting lays the seeds for the new Chuck-Blair drama. Will Blair take him back? I'm guessing she'll have some sort of epiphany about how much she really loves Chuck once she realizes what life would be like with him dead or something cheesey like that. Also, I might be jumping to things here, but if Gossip Girl is really trying to go the O.C. route, I think this might be their opportunity to throw the classic night soap opera twist of a COMA into the mix. A good coma always adds to the drama because no one knows if the character will actually wake up (which he probably will... I mean come on, it's Chuck Bass we're talking about here!). If they do decide to do this I might enjoy it but I might lose a little respect for the writers on account of their unoriginality. We'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 11 days&lt;/b&gt; until Sex and the City Two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 26 days &lt;/b&gt; until True Blood starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and &lt;i&gt;my birthday was amazing.&lt;/i&gt; yaay thanks to all who came! I'm legal now wahoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-7015075873627769739?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7015075873627769739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=7015075873627769739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/7015075873627769739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/7015075873627769739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/gg-season-finale.html' title='GG Season Finale!'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-1549705419694781398</id><published>2010-05-12T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:00:50.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hyanghhyanghhyangh</title><content type='html'>every since I discovered the existence of this man's laugh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhD5-BvvEqs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhD5-BvvEqs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I've inadvertently been laughing like him. I didn't notice until I actually stopped to listen to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-1549705419694781398?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1549705419694781398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=1549705419694781398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/1549705419694781398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/1549705419694781398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/hyanghhyanghhyangh.html' title='hyanghhyanghhyangh'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-3469459550471632280</id><published>2010-05-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:43:58.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATC2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://morningbounce.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo excited for the release of the new movie, I get chills every time I watch the trailer! I'm all prepped: I've just finished up the last season and I re-watched the movie. I gotta say, after watching six seasons of the show, the movie has a whole new meaning to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO excited to see what happens with Aidan, last we saw he was married with a kid. Samantha, she's the last single one left, will she settle down?! Any chance hunky Smith Jarred will return (I was soo sad when they broke up last movie, he was so perfect). Charlotte, I'm excited to see the little baby, and how family life is. I'm also very curious because I didn't see &lt;b&gt;Steve&lt;/b&gt; anywhere in the trailers! What's going on there?! I'm getting a little sick of them breaking up. Maybe Miranda will come out on the show like Cynthia Nixon did in real life? That would be a twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whats kinda sad? I used to do this prep stuff for Harry Potter (like watching the previous movie/ reading the book) but now I'm doing it for Sex and the City. Oh how we grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-3469459550471632280?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3469459550471632280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=3469459550471632280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/3469459550471632280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/3469459550471632280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/satc2.html' title='SATC2!'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-2728213131127609785</id><published>2010-05-09T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T09:13:12.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>devils in disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;I've never liked little dogs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really had a reason for thinking so, however, until the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a run through the park by my house when I saw what appeared to be a very young girl (maybe 8-9 years old) walking a very small dog, whilst on her cellphone. My first thought was &lt;i&gt;"Omg, I understand if parents let their kid walk a big dog, because at least the big dog will fend off any potential pedos, but surely this little girl is not safe walking this puney little puppy?!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I proceeded to jog past them, still thinking the same thing. The little girl didn't even notice me, she was too busy with her phone conversation. All of a sudden, the little mutt turns around and snaps at me and pretty much begins what could've been a hell of a chase! Luckily the little girl made him retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.hubimg.com/u/904318_f520.jpg" height=195 width=260&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts after: &lt;font size=2&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; OHHHHHHHHHH. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;So that's how they let her out by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I love me a beautiful golden retriever &amp;hearts;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on that very run, I fell and scraped my knee, just like when I was 12 years old. &lt;b&gt;beaut.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-2728213131127609785?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2728213131127609785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=2728213131127609785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/2728213131127609785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/2728213131127609785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/devils-in-disguise.html' title='devils in disguise'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-6851565002847109582</id><published>2010-04-25T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:17:28.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://askamericaspodiatrist.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/pedicure_toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://askamericaspodiatrist.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/pedicure_toes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt; If/When I'm old and rich, I'm going to get extremely regular (like, every other day maybs) pedicures cuz apparently I would have nice feet if I took good care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-6851565002847109582?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6851565002847109582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=6851565002847109582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6851565002847109582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6851565002847109582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thought.html' title='random thought'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-3104125327925857262</id><published>2010-04-24T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:00:34.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eery</title><content type='html'>so, my roommate moved out 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is terrifyingly creepy and quiet in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sincerely dreading moving out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really miss this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; 5 days until the end of exams &lt;br /&gt;20 days till the big 1-9 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-3104125327925857262?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3104125327925857262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=3104125327925857262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/3104125327925857262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/3104125327925857262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/eery.html' title='eery'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-6499087503206313995</id><published>2010-04-21T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:19:55.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>country roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me home&lt;br /&gt;to the place&lt;br /&gt;where i belong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt; Saugeen-Maitland &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(magic mushroom)&lt;br /&gt;take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt; down Western Road&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/object/290/41/n2231266762_39104.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all 4 of my best friends from my floor are moving out by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very sappy end-of-year blog coming &lt;b&gt;very soon&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-6499087503206313995?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6499087503206313995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=6499087503206313995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6499087503206313995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6499087503206313995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/country-roads.html' title='country roads'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-1050168994760702608</id><published>2010-04-16T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:19:04.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog in songs.</title><content type='html'>so, i'm studying, and B O R E D  as usual. So i decided to do something I did on my livejournal ages ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My blog in songs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for every letter in the title of this blog (tomakeyoubelieve), I have uploaded a song that I love. Overall, the entire list should pretty much sum up my music tastes as of now. EACH SONG HAS A DOWNLOAD LINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/49pu51c9m8" target="_blank"&gt;ourist - Julian Casablancas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/f5pk17xaa5" target="_blank"&gt;ffice Music - Lil Wayne ft. Dwight K. Schrute &lt;/a&gt; [The Office! &amp;hearts;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/vxag5uetr8" target="_blank"&gt;oney to Blow - Birdman ft. Lil Wayne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/mp3c3qybgc" target="_blank"&gt;irplanes - B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;K&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/zv0ht05k17" target="_blank"&gt;eep it going louder - Major Lazer ft. Ricky Blaze &amp; Nina Sky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/cb06q3xyik" target="_blank"&gt;arthquake - Family Force 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/yf1sj2ntpy" target="_blank"&gt;oung Folks - Peter Bjorn and John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/mt2xk4191o" target="_blank"&gt;f Moons, Birds &amp; Monsters- MGMT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;U&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/6tjg44f0p1" target="_blank"&gt;ndisclosed Desires - Muse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;B&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/2frki6iamz" target="_blank"&gt;aby Baby Baby - Make the Girl Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/ileogyfbxk" target="_blank"&gt;mbrace the Martian - Kid CuDi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/pt25uu85j6" target="_blank"&gt;ust for Life - GIRLS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/t3m4h0x2vc" target="_blank"&gt; Get Crazy - Nicki Minaj ft. Lil Wayne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/krils8eysg" target="_blank"&gt;lectricityscape - The Strokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;V&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/4mlj1htsju" target="_blank"&gt;CR - The XX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/nxtrh06myz" target="_blank"&gt;verything I Ask For - The Maine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;BTDUBZ&lt;/font&gt;, Glee is back, bitchez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, I loved the season premiere. Don't wanna spoil it too much but, I'm totally in love with Jesse St. James already! And HELLO IDINA MENZEL (From Rent!). WOWWWWW I am sooo happy to see her! She is going to be so amazing on Glee!! I can't wait for the new episodes to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; 12 days of exams left.&lt;br /&gt;28 days till the big 1-9 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-1050168994760702608?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1050168994760702608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=1050168994760702608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/1050168994760702608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/1050168994760702608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-blog-in-songs.html' title='my blog in songs.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-6823306482347990852</id><published>2010-04-16T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:34:43.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kewl dewd.</title><content type='html'>i discovered this really cool website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://www.huntermadeit.com" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; TO SEE IT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;B.o.B = &amp;hearts;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHionmHNDTs/ScCTgUEgwOI/AAAAAAAADBE/mdyrwX7581I/s400/BOBBY+RAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/mp3c3qybgc" target="_blank"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to: Airplanes - B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams of Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-6823306482347990852?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6823306482347990852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=6823306482347990852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6823306482347990852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6823306482347990852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/kewl-dewd.html' title='kewl dewd.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHionmHNDTs/ScCTgUEgwOI/AAAAAAAADBE/mdyrwX7581I/s72-c/BOBBY+RAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-119917096493491483</id><published>2010-04-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:29:32.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waaa</title><content type='html'>so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an exam in an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pK0BQ9CUHk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pK0BQ9CUHk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's actually pretty cool stuff.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-119917096493491483?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/119917096493491483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=119917096493491483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/119917096493491483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/119917096493491483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/waaa.html' title='waaa'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-2134025990253703059</id><published>2010-04-13T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:49:49.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>i'm pretty sure i've summed up real life in just one word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=7&gt;&lt;b&gt; REJECTION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 50+ job applications &lt;br /&gt;- soph x 2, tour guide (applied 3 times), SSSC commissioner x 2 , all rejected. joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-2134025990253703059?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2134025990253703059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=2134025990253703059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/2134025990253703059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/2134025990253703059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-3908983545826143187</id><published>2010-04-10T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:54:10.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coachella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/PSLA8DhTAUehtgJ-qRMW2zV1BlHmO5NLOSx9X0-E69WU-dftyK8medALL1Tz6PnDsPJuVp5*vBt7eQz6IMMnLbU2cFXWES91/coachella.jpg" height=222 width=333&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so I consider myself to have pretty diverse taste, and I would never have thought that a bunch of my favourite artists would ever sing together in one place at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought wrong &lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this goal of seeing every single artist on my "Favourites" list live. f you check my facebook, you can see that I've seen most of them, except for a few. This being David Guetta, Little Boots,Julian Casablancas/The Strokes, and Muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday I was studying at the library and I overheard a girl saying "omgg Muse is performing and so is the XX (my new obsession, see below)". So I proceeded to tune into their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Result: Coachella Festival 2010 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; it's like my &lt;u&gt;ipod&lt;/u&gt; personified in one, huge, amazing music festival &lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little preview of the lineup (I only selected artists I really like, just the ones I REALLY like):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny Benassi&lt;br /&gt;deadmau5&lt;br /&gt;Grizzly bear&lt;br /&gt;Imogen heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Jay-Z&lt;/font&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;La roux&lt;br /&gt;Vampire weekend &lt;br /&gt;Wale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;David Guetta&lt;/font&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty south&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;Hot chip&lt;br /&gt;Kaskade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Major lazer&lt;/font&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;MGMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Muse &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;The XX&lt;/font&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Florence and them machine&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Julian casablancas &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Little boots&lt;/font&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Miike snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Phoenix &lt;/font&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Tiesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coachella.com/event/lineup" target="_blank"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; the rest of the line up. I swear to you almost &lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; artist for whom I have professed my love for on this blog is playing! (Major Lazer, Phoenix, the XX, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;PROBLEM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;a) I'm smack in the middle of exam time.&lt;br /&gt;b) It's in CALIFORNIA.&lt;br /&gt;c) Tickets + flight + lodging would cost upwards of $1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-3908983545826143187?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3908983545826143187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=3908983545826143187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/3908983545826143187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/3908983545826143187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/coachella.html' title='coachella!'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-9114080565046461963</id><published>2010-04-09T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:57:46.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>les deux.</title><content type='html'>maintenant, j'étudie pour mon examen de français et je m'ennuie! ainsi, j'ai décidé d'écrire un blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; TRANSLATION: Right now, I'm studying for my french exam and I'm bored! Therefore, I decided to write a blog! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from remixes, mashups and downright awesome music, I generally have a thing for &lt;b&gt;covers&lt;/b&gt;. Usually, though, I can decide whether or not I like the remake or the original better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Enter: Cobrastyle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original was sung by a Swedish group called the Teddybears. It was featured in some tv commercial and it caught my eye, so I proceeded to download it about 3 years ago. So the song has been playing on my ipod for a while now and I've been grooving to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LMKsY4wzoxY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LMKsY4wzoxY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I went home, and my little sister had loaded up our itunes with a bunch of new songs. One being a cover of Cobrastyle by Robyn, also a Swedish artist. She is known for provocative songs such as "Konitchiwa Bitches" (a personal classic fave for me). Her style of music is definitely unique, she's a semi-rapper singer with sassy lyrics and a weird, but intriguing accent (she tries to sound American but you can still hear traces of her Swedish accent). Her cover is, &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; (?) as good...I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="427" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zVECruSI3k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zVECruSI3k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="427" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-9114080565046461963?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/9114080565046461963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=9114080565046461963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/9114080565046461963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/9114080565046461963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/les-deux.html' title='les deux.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-8994001310784168383</id><published>2010-04-08T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:38:55.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talented people.</title><content type='html'>just a warning, i gave up facebook until exam season is over so this is my only channel for boredom. Expect long, overly researched blogs.  Sucks to be you! /sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of things, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) COOLEST VIDEO EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="180"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcv6dv_pixels-by-patrick-jean_creation"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcv6dv_pixels-by-patrick-jean_creation" width="320" height="180" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pixels" by Patrick Jean &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) As you all know, I'm a big supporter of rising youtube stars, and this guy, even though he doesn't need any more subscribers, needs (I think) a different type of fan base. He started out as a regular old video maker (e.g. random little skits and lipsync videos), but as of late he's been really working hard on some GREAT mash-ups. Lucky for him, I'm in my mash-up phase right now (&amp;hearts; &lt;a href="http://www.thewhitepanda.com" target="_blank"&gt;White Panda&lt;/a&gt; &amp;hearts;)so I thought I'd reupload his song on here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8400000/WTCC-wastetimechasingcars-8440809-423-236.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, his youtube name is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/wastetimechasingcars" target="_blank"&gt; WasteTimeChasingCars&lt;/a&gt;. He has one more mash-up to date but it's not as good as this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, enjoy! &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/dxi1vx8fql" target="_blank"&gt; How Low vs. Walking on a Dream (Ludacris vs. Empire of the Sun) - W.T.C.C &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-8994001310784168383?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8994001310784168383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=8994001310784168383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8994001310784168383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8994001310784168383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/talented-people.html' title='talented people.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-4495286801498860655</id><published>2010-04-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:20:33.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blegh.</title><content type='html'>wow i'm still really bitter. It's insane. It feels like, in retrospect, i JUST stopped being bitter about the last half of Summer 2009. Man, that was a damper... I don't even want to think about how shitty I felt back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then September came along and turned my frown upside down. Ironically, my hopes being crushed for THIS September (2010) has turned that frown the right side up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; maybe I'm just a really bitter person? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've started to annoy the people around me with all my spiteful and snide remarks about a certain group of people whose company really irks me right about now. First it was tears, then anger, and now it's a weird combination of the two that actually feels like pure disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this post to express a) just how much I love, and will ALWAYS, &lt;b&gt;A L W A Y S &lt;/b&gt; love Muse, and, b) the XX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.interviewmagazine.com/files/2009/09/28/img-the-xx_12135771923.jpg" height=250 width=334&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave songs right now? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pib8eYDSFEI" target="_blank"&gt;Crystalised&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gI2eO_mNM88" target="_blank"&gt;VCR&lt;/a&gt;. CHECK 'EM OUT! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-4495286801498860655?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4495286801498860655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=4495286801498860655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/4495286801498860655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/4495286801498860655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/blegh.html' title='blegh.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-6329880981495353625</id><published>2010-04-06T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:24:32.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things.</title><content type='html'>1)  sophs can go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= "http://blogs.soccernet.com/manchesterunited/middle-finger.jpg" height=203 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fuck em! Fuck 'em all!" &lt;/i&gt; (...until next year that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i need a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A2917/29179/300_29179.jpg" height=178 width=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm sooooo broke. ugh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-6329880981495353625?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6329880981495353625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=6329880981495353625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6329880981495353625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6329880981495353625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-things.html' title='2 things.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-9208252918365440008</id><published>2010-04-02T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:55:20.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depressing?</title><content type='html'>have you ever had it where, there's &lt;b&gt;one thing&lt;/b&gt; in your life that is this giant &lt;u&gt;downer&lt;/u&gt;, and no matter HOW happy you are, something reminds you of that &lt;b&gt;one thing&lt;/b&gt; and your mood just goes right back down into the dungeon? yeah, i have that &lt;b&gt; one thing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next year is going to be torture, because, as amazing as i can try to make it, for one whole year that &lt;b&gt; one thing &lt;/b&gt; will be slowly, painfully, torturing me. non stop for one entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example: i'm home. I'm happy. I go on facebook, see pictures. &lt;B&gt;BAM&lt;/b&gt;. there it is. and now i'm close to tears again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more (happier posts?) later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-9208252918365440008?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/9208252918365440008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=9208252918365440008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/9208252918365440008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/9208252918365440008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/depressing.html' title='depressing?'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-4570097672984220330</id><published>2010-03-25T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:17:57.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm majorly lazered.</title><content type='html'>two words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=7&gt; MAJOR LAZER &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you're at the club and the dj is spinning some sick song and you're like "damn son what is this beat?!" and a few weeks later your friend just happens to start playing his ipod and that same song comes on and you're like "OMG WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me and major lazer for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxD_7S7bl8k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxD_7S7bl8k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Pon De Floor&lt;/i&gt; - feat. Vybz Kartel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="221"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hazxaByvRmc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hazxaByvRmc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360" height="221" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Keep it going Louder &lt;/i&gt; - ft. Ricky Blaze &amp; Nina Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-4570097672984220330?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4570097672984220330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=4570097672984220330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/4570097672984220330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/4570097672984220330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-majorly-lazered.html' title='i&apos;m majorly lazered.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-9209003462250613162</id><published>2010-03-14T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:45:23.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEE (L)</title><content type='html'>so, as some of you might know, I'm currently in Glee Club at my residence and we're putting on a show in a couple of weeks, and I'm so super excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd show you guys a track list (as a preview) of what we're going to be doing. We put our own Saugeen-Maitland spin on it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF GLEE:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;b&gt; Journey/ Cast of Glee - Don't Stop Believing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ffuCVLECpY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ffuCVLECpY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;b&gt; Queen- Bohemian Rhapsody &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/irp8CNj9qBI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/irp8CNj9qBI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;b&gt; Rajaton - Butterfly &lt;/b&gt; : really pretty song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oghj7y4hluU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oghj7y4hluU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; 2 more less popular pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSICAL ACTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;b&gt; From Rent - Take Me or Leave Me &lt;/b&gt;: starring yours truly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlNzpl3vz5Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlNzpl3vz5Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) From Avenue Q - Everyone's a Little Bit Racist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbud8rLejLM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbud8rLejLM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;b&gt; From Spring Awakening - Totally Fucked &lt;/b&gt;: sung by the studly boys of SMH Glee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fIx7yW9FMfw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fIx7yW9FMfw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;b&gt; From Avenue Q - It Sucks To Be Me:&lt;/b&gt; starring yours truly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPvZVdHDB4E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPvZVdHDB4E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) From Chicago - Cell Block Tango: HE HAD IT COMING ! starring the sexy girls from SMH Glee club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoCZEmfnE-M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoCZEmfnE-M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you are a million miles away, but I REALLY hope you can make it! It's free, and we're performing on two days @ 8pm - March 27th and March 28th !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow I am SO excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-9209003462250613162?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/9209003462250613162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=9209003462250613162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/9209003462250613162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/9209003462250613162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/03/glee-l.html' title='GLEE (L)'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-8132434216665289626</id><published>2010-03-10T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:43:14.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my very own missed connection.</title><content type='html'>If you know what "Missed Connections Personals" are on Kijiji, then you'll understand this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/mc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to a frat party, and needless to say it was rather hectic. At one point my friends and I decided we needed to use the ladies room so we made our way down the crazy-steep narrow staircase, whilst other people were trying to make their way up at the same time. Please keep in mind every last person is intoxicated. My friends went ahead of me, and I, being the klutz I am, dropped my cellphone which then proceeded to shatter into 3 pieces (Front, Back Cover and Battery) and spread out on the dark, grimey, Frat House floor. In my drunken state, I began to freak out considering it was &lt;b&gt;pitch black&lt;/b&gt; and there were people (who could potentially be stepping on or moving the pieces around the floor) everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on the floor (bare knees and all, yummy) and scrambling around for the pieces. I managed to find the biggest piece but wasn't having any luck with the other 2. All of a sudden, I hear a guy's voice saying "What's wrong baby? Are you okay?" and I go "Buddy.." (keep in mind I call 5-year-old boys "Buddy") "...buddy, I dropped my cellphone" or something along those lines. This guy then proceeded to keep comforting me, telling me that he could call me a cab or lend me his phone to find my friends, all while he is using HIS cellphone light to shine the floor around where I dropped my phone pieces. As he is comforting me, he finds the back cover. Now I just had to find the tiny &lt;i&gt;black&lt;/i&gt; phone battery. All I remember saying really at this point was "Buddy...I can't find it" or "Buddy, what do I do?" . Finally, my hand (now all dirty from the custy floor) found the tiny phone battery. At that point, my stupidly drunken mind could only think to do the following (keep in mind I was still muttering "Buddy ... this" and "Buddy...that"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey buddy&lt;br /&gt;Guy : yeah&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey buddy?&lt;br /&gt;Guy : yes?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I found it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at that point I &lt;b&gt;RAN&lt;/b&gt; away as fast as I could. I'm talking like, running away from a 200 lb bear running away. The next morning, as I reflected on this moment, I pondered to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Why?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I even look to see what he looked like? Why didn't I even think to say thank you? Why didn't I even think to try and find him later on? Why was my natural instinct (i.e. what comes out when you're under the influence) tell me to address him like I would a kid or a relative and not a potential husband? i.e. Why "Buddy"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it was like one of those moments from the movies when the girl at the library (in this case, girl at frat party) drops her books (drops her phone) and her future husband picks up the books for her, their eyes meet, and it's love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/Love-In-The-First-Sight.jpg" height=171 width=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've just missed a meeting with my future hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Vindya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &lt;a href="http://www.wearephoenix.com"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/a&gt; is love ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://sideways8.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/phoenix-wolfgang-art.jpg" height=200 width=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-8132434216665289626?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8132434216665289626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=8132434216665289626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8132434216665289626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8132434216665289626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-very-own-missed-connection.html' title='my very own missed connection.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-1876804898508865466</id><published>2010-03-08T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:45:20.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super update!</title><content type='html'>so, it's been a while, and that's an understatement. I haven't update in what, 5 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First year is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing that out really really really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the best 8 months of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will write a sappy goodbye later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;November:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- broke my camera, boo.&lt;br /&gt;- craziest weekend of my life: &lt;br /&gt;thursday was social sci semi, was too ... a couple of my friends didn't get in, spent the rest of the night ranting &amp; crying. &lt;br /&gt;friday was saugeen semi: amazing, sober night. lots of pictures with friends. a little floor drama, but that's all settled now.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: first day of football tourney, we didn't do so good. it's okay, we had the BIGGEST PARTY IN THE ZOO EVER. because of Tight &amp; Bright 2009, SMH 2009-2010 is going in the history books. the school spirit was amazing, the cops were frustrated, the ceiling tiles shattered, what else can i say? &lt;br /&gt;sunday: 2nd day of the football tourney, fall preview day, we chanted and screamed every where we went, covered in mud but full of spirit. I really miss those girls. we may not have won but that night we had the most amazing porch climb EVER. got hammed. sang all the way home. no other way to describe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;December:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nothing much, yo. exams, went home early (everyone was jealous)&lt;br /&gt;- got a new camera, got a bunch of new outfits&lt;br /&gt;- saw family, that's all i asked for that christmas&lt;br /&gt;- had a CRAAAZY new year's with my &lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt; friends: "homo ho'dis"; "bitch i watched two thirds of Milk today i am NOT in the mood" ; "BEDPAN!" ; "i hate ... girls with facial hair!" ; the most sexual game of thumper i have ever played, and to the beat too ; ...am i missing anything guys?&lt;br /&gt;- classy dinner the night after (totes hungover) with friends, lovely.&lt;br /&gt;- did well on both my exams, hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;January:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- frost week: crazy, drunk, the usual. inter- rez dance was the best!&lt;br /&gt;- MCMASTER/LAURIER KIDS VISIT WEEKEND: Pike BlackLight frat party + party/crunk day ; sloppy night with the &lt;u&gt;besties&lt;/u&gt;. wack, but fun too. i loved that you guys came!&lt;br /&gt;- Gel/Jen come to visit weekend: random rock show, frat party fail and unexpected drunk night: looking for gel for ages and finding her with TomTom at 5am. people yacking on a staggered schedule [Emi - 2am; Jen - 4am; Crystal - 6am]. I was the mommy that weekend, i applied lip balm on all their lips myself.&lt;br /&gt;- Jan 26: HAPPY 19TH EMILY! going out to the bars on a tuesday night is interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;- Londonlicious: auberge du petit prince was so quaint and (apparently) the wine was good !!&lt;br /&gt;- Blacklight @ Elgin :legit blacklight party ... for all of 10 minutes haha. Oh well, i enjoyed getting 2 gay boys' phone numbers! :)&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, I joined SMH Glee Club in there somewhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;February:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing Bee wrestle and pop out her elbow, catch up day with Nea, and random sleepover night with Evelyn weekend!&lt;br /&gt;- ROUGE NIGHTCLUB: amazing!!! first time there , it was sick, to say the least. went for my baby Nada's birthday. Love her to death, she brightens up my day.&lt;br /&gt;- Reading week: Went to New Hampshire/NYC for the first time! shopping/touring around; saw Rebecca &amp; Jessica after sooo long! (sober,anyways, haha); FINALLLLY partied it up with Mish downtown! amazing night, I hope everything works out babe!; actually got some hw done because during the day I was stuck in my house (no car, no house key)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- that "holy crap its March" feeling&lt;br /&gt;- organizing Relay&lt;br /&gt;- Sigma Chi Heaven &amp; Hell Party: wingwoman for the night ; dutty washrooms ; duttier boys ; SUBWAY - employees taking tequila shots @ 4am; Louis being barely conscious; Vic's "Pi Beta Phi" dance that saved my ass a few times (haha)&lt;br /&gt;- more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the moment: Vampire Weekend - Giving up the Gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="193"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bccKotFwzoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bccKotFwzoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-1876804898508865466?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1876804898508865466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=1876804898508865466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/1876804898508865466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/1876804898508865466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-update.html' title='super update!'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-6249868012283694791</id><published>2009-11-03T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:07:28.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>off with your head, dance till you're dead.</title><content type='html'>mini life update !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo , i'm sitting here at the North Campus Building on these unusually big seats and trying to study, but it's not really working. I have to leave for my Poli Sci tutorial in about 10 minutes, and I won't get much studying done in that time so I figured I should update my life on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; i play football now&lt;/b&gt;. its not exactly what I pictured doing in university, but I absolutely love it! I love all the girls on my team and I love the sport. I don't care that it takes up almost 5 hours of my week, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs093.snc3/16035_170560801921_507696921_3418309_3696535_n.jpg" height=227 width=302&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me with (most of) my team at our first party! it was a porch climb - which is a combination of vodka, beer and lemon extract (sounds gross, but tastes awesome). The theme was Red, Yellow, Green because that's the colours of our residence. I had a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; halloweeeeeeen &lt;/b&gt;. after much deliberation, I decided on being a flapper. It was a crazy night, a couple of my girlfriends and I went to a frat party (a first for me). It was an interesting experience , to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs070.snc3/13756_165084817495_502992495_2892178_3778845_n.jpg" height=227 width=302&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and there was this one song that played at the party that I freaked out to because I listen to it on hypem ALL THE FRIKKIN TIME. it's called Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix) by the Yeah Yeah Yeah's and I'm obsessed with it. I've uploaded it for y'all, you can listen to it &lt;a href= "http://www.box.net/shared/e2zx54pqp2" target=_blank &gt; here &lt;/a&gt;. enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I will have more legit updates soontimes, but I'm buried in mid-terms and assignments and essays for the next couple of weeks, so don't count on one for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-6249868012283694791?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6249868012283694791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=6249868012283694791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6249868012283694791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6249868012283694791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/off-with-your-head-dance-till-youre.html' title='off with your head, dance till you&apos;re dead.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-713756504516929361</id><published>2009-10-22T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:44:01.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE LATER.</title><content type='html'>So, my posts have been getting progressively shorter because everytime I start blogging, I get distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's university for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's going to be another short one, with a promise of a nice juicy long(er) blog in the (near) future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of university, check &lt;a href="http://static.globecampus.ca/uploads/docs/CUR2010_fullmagazine.pdf"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; out, My university ranked first in 8 out of 19 categories and placed top 5 in 17 out of 19. awww yeaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-713756504516929361?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/713756504516929361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=713756504516929361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/713756504516929361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/713756504516929361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-later.html' title='MORE LATER.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-8102923784558822354</id><published>2009-10-06T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:51:10.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie</title><content type='html'>kayy soo , stupid University server is not letting me change my layout to my super cool new Gossip Girl one (speaking of which - Hilary Duff AND Tyra Banks!?! OH MAN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will go into more detail later on life events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, a brief summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/Picture4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was homecoming, nuff said. it was the blurriest weekend of my life thus far, and I enjoyed every purple minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://large.pictures.hydrogen.dailybooth.com/2b6234ace3bd2e0be1f3e1a29ef879af_1260955.jpg" height=180 width=225&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my industrial pierced! yay! it comes with a sad story though: I went to get my tongue webbing pierced, and the guy said I didn't HAVE A WEB. i was so upset. they did the industrial for no extra charge though, which is okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it (so short i know!) but i really need to get back to these darned philosophy notes (it IS 2:38 am after all), so I shall leave you all with my artist of the moment (especially considering I have to start my French homework soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/l_0d84d61ce8a7c626d67647989a1024ea.jpg" height=250 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's french, and she's awesome. She's not any of those old French ballads they make you listen to in French class all the time. Check her out &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/#/search/yelle/1/" target="_blank"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I love, &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hypem.com" target="_blank"&gt;The Hype Machine &lt;/a&gt;. It's like the &lt;a href="http://www.lookbook.nu" target="_blank"&gt;Look Book &lt;/a&gt; for music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-8102923784558822354?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8102923784558822354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=8102923784558822354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8102923784558822354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8102923784558822354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/quickie.html' title='quickie'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-4583321926416130567</id><published>2009-09-27T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:03:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>her boots aren't little anymore!</title><content type='html'>so, I've been following this very talented girl on youtube for a while,her name is Little Boots and she's from the UK. She is super talented, in her singing and also with playing all types of instruments! I really encourage you all to listen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went from this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="213" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6tLRCDqJ2c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6tLRCDqJ2c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="213" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; a cover of Hot Chip's "Ready for The Floor" (she uses her cool new Tenori-on)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/McdqerXrwXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/McdqerXrwXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; new new single, called "Remedy" that i &lt;b&gt;just heard on the radio today!&lt;/b&gt; that's a British artists getting on Canadian charts! pretty impressive if you ask me! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously encourage you to check her out, she's amazing. I also love her other single called "New In Town".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-4583321926416130567?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4583321926416130567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=4583321926416130567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/4583321926416130567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/4583321926416130567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/09/her-boots-arent-little-anymore.html' title='her boots aren&apos;t little anymore!'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-6335080375475212851</id><published>2009-09-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:47:52.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more jumbles and rants.</title><content type='html'>wow, so its been almost 2 months since my last post! my life's been turned upside down, right side up and upside down again (in the past couple of days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer was shitty starting the last week of July and I was pretty much consumed by its shitty-ness for the remainder of August. I really didn't do anything except for eat, sleep, work and go to debut practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My summer ended with a bang, with my best friends 18th Debutante Ball. It was a great way to say goodbye to all my high school friends, plus we had an amazing after party at the hotel suite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/9719_132814382495_502992495_2609334.jpg" height=302 width=453&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of weeks ago I moved in to university, and it's pretty much been a whirlwind from there on. Frosh week (called O-week here) was friggen awesome! There's so much school spirit and lots, LOTS of parties. I also love meeting new people (namely, hot guys) every day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/9719_128826707495_502992495_2564864.jpg" height=340 width=453&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While thats all good and fun, I also have lots of classes to go to (I just finished a lecture and have a tutorial in about an hour..) Thus, I gotta get my shit together. Partying is quite a distraction I have to admit.  I've made friends already and I LOVE my floormates. Let's see how long that goes on for! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON, the real reason I decided to blog was because the 2 artists that I most want to see in concert have new albums out! Which means they might come to Canada for tours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/david-guetta-one-love.jpg" height=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; David Guetta - One Love &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you probably know I've been pretty excited for this album to come out. This man is a friggen genius! His collaborations with so many popular artists, namely Kelly Rowland, Kid Cudi and Will.I.Am, have made his songs world renowned. Not to mention, his songs are often the background to all these awesome university parties I go to ;) As for seeing him in concert, firstly his shows in Canada are 19+ (I need ID), and secondly he's only touring Europe for now. Here's hoping he adds another leg to his tour (yn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/muse-the-resistance.jpg" height=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muse - The Resistance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse, being my favourite band of &lt;b&gt;all fucking time&lt;/b&gt;, has a new album out! Although it's not my personal favourite, it's still been the soundtrack of my study time for the past week or so.  My fave track? Undisclosed Desires. Check it out, nukkas. UNFORTUNATELY, they are only going as far as NYC for their tour, which upsets me so much because it's my dream to see them live!  Oh well, I guess there'll be a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPOILER WARNING***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i almost forgot! The season finale of TRUE BLOOD finally arrived, and it was awesome, I was pretty happy with the conclusion, especially since Maryann's finally out the picture. ugh. I loathed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/tb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY, Gossip Girl Season 3 premiered! Finally! I waited so long. I'm gonna say I wasn't exactly impressed. The episode was kind of all over the place, but I'm definitely looking forward to the rest of the season and how these plots develop. I would like to point out that &lt;b&gt;the dresses&lt;/b&gt; in this episode were absolutely stunning! I will do a review (and possibly a fashion comparison thingy) later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good digression from my studies, but I really do need to get to my next class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-6335080375475212851?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6335080375475212851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=6335080375475212851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6335080375475212851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/6335080375475212851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-so-its-been-almost-2-months-since.html' title='more jumbles and rants.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-9163102535593658779</id><published>2009-07-27T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:51:29.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>sorry about the lack of posts, I have been in a general state of depression for the past week or so. I'm going through a bit of a rough patch right now, but I'll be sure to start blogging again soon, because, being the stupidly optimistic person I am, I know I can overcome these obstacles. That being said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-9163102535593658779?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/9163102535593658779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=9163102535593658779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/9163102535593658779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/9163102535593658779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-8116585516242417406</id><published>2009-07-18T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:00:21.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cleanFREAK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/x-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will someone please teach me how to &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; cleaning? because i truly, &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; hate it with all of my body, mind and soul. i would elaborate, but i have to go &lt;u&gt;clean&lt;/u&gt;. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later (if i ever finish cleaning, that is).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-8116585516242417406?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8116585516242417406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=8116585516242417406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8116585516242417406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8116585516242417406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/07/cleanfreak.html' title='cleanFREAK.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-7281271364703974263</id><published>2009-07-15T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:00:13.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temp post/layout.</title><content type='html'>harry potter's over so i needed to change it.&lt;br /&gt;right now its an ug true blood picture, will make a better one &amp; find a better layout soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-7281271364703974263?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7281271364703974263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=7281271364703974263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/7281271364703974263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/7281271364703974263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/07/temp-postlayout.html' title='temp post/layout.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-5802669896513924562</id><published>2009-07-15T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:20:51.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half-blood WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*SPOILER WARNING FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE*&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightey now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, admittedly, I've been counting down the days until tonight, which marked the release of the 6th Harry Potter movie, &lt;i&gt;The Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt;. Now that I think about it, I'm not nearly as excited (genuinely) as I was for the release of the books. Nonetheless, I either forced myself or actually came to believe that I was extremely excited for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lined up at around 9pm waiting for out 12:01 am show. We played cards and gawked at the obsessed fans who dressed up for the big night. Honestly though, I would never do something like this for the Harry Potter movies. The books are so, so much more than the movies will ever be. I had already faced this truth before I saw tonight's movie; I had already expected that the writers of the script took some liberties, I was expecting the lack of Rufus Scrimgeours presence, I was expecting the hurried scenes which, in books are described in much richer detail, and I was expecting an inaccurately cast Horace Slughorn (who is not the ball of jello he is described to be in the books).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I &lt;b&gt;didn't&lt;/b&gt; expect is the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The focus on teenage love / drama&lt;/b&gt;: I'm pretty sure this is one of the main reasons I took to Harry Potter so much when I was reading it. Don't get me wrong, I love me some Twilight and Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, but I really did not like how in the movie, teenage romance played such a central role. The development of Harry as a character as well as his and Dumbledore's progress in their journey seemed to take a backseat to all the ridiculous (yet entertaining, I'll admit) drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Riddle backstory&lt;/b&gt;: So, the book goes into much detail about the history of the Slytherin family, leading right up till the story of the house of Gaunt, which ultimately shows Harry Voldemort's origins. I felt like this was such a crucial part of Harry understanding who he was about to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dumbledore's funeral&lt;/b&gt;: MY FAVOURITE PART OF THE 6TH BOOK. IT MOVED ME TO TEARS. This was definitely a disappointment, as was the whole ending scene in the castle, where Harry, Hermoine, some of the DA as well as the Order, were supposed to fight against Death Eaters. Their presence was non-existent. It was simply Dumbledore against all of them, and Harry (NOT stupefied) just looked like a poossaayy standing and gawking whilst they killed Dumbledore. At least in the book he physically &lt;i&gt;couldn't&lt;/i&gt; help Dumbledore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The relationship between Harry/Hermione&lt;/b&gt;: It was awkward at times because they made it look like they were going to get together. I guess that's a little suspense the movie makers added to keep those stupid little children who've neglected to actually read the Rowling's masterpieces of books entertained. Sorry, I'm a tad bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Cornfield scene&lt;/b&gt;: What a waste of 5 minutes of the film! Those 5 minutes could have been used to highlight the Gaunt backstory, but instead it was a pointless 5 minutes of Harry and Ginny running through a cornfield and the Order running to save them from Death Eaters, who, mysteriously disappear. Oh, and the Burrow burns. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;A couple of regular mistakes that really bother me&lt;/b&gt;: His eyes! It's so important that Harry's eyes be green because they are his mother's eyes, which essentially is his means of safety. Also, the fact that he so casually performs magic underage in the movies without even realizing. Two examples from this movie alone: He perfomed the &lt;i&gt;lumos&lt;/i&gt; spell on his wand when looking at Slughorn's battered residence, and he was like lighting a levitating piece of burning newspaper at the burrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall though, I think the movie makers satisfied their audience. They got the bare gist of the plot that the hardcore book fans (like me) were looking for, and they were able to entertain those movie-only fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this movie 3 stars out of 5; it PASSED, but not by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/Sl2QcooMBnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6QhNNCry-c/s1600-h/hp6_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/Sl2QcooMBnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6QhNNCry-c/s320/hp6_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358597953257473650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font size=10&gt; &lt;b&gt; &gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/Sl2QyELDi5I/AAAAAAAAACE/0vSBf32UDyE/s1600-h/hp6_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/Sl2QyELDi5I/AAAAAAAAACE/0vSBf32UDyE/s320/hp6_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358598321428728722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-5802669896513924562?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5802669896513924562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=5802669896513924562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/5802669896513924562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/5802669896513924562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-blood-what.html' title='half-blood WHAT?'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/Sl2QcooMBnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6QhNNCry-c/s72-c/hp6_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-5552002466372584450</id><published>2009-07-14T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:13:03.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qppx8Je_3pA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash&amp;autoplay=1" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited. that is all. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-5552002466372584450?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5552002466372584450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=5552002466372584450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/5552002466372584450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/5552002466372584450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/07/amg.html' title='amg.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-8605758843958079338</id><published>2009-07-13T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:11:27.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beach.</title><content type='html'>While I find it hard to suppress my excitement for the upcoming Harry Potter &amp; The Half-Blood Prince movie (which, considering it's 3:30 am on Monday, is only 2 days away!), I feel it is only right to fill you all in on this past week, which I spent in beautiful Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the journey there was insane. The 17-hour drive was split between my dad, my mom and me; I think I got at least 5 hours of driving in there. It was kind of beautiful actually, we left home around 11pm and got there around 6pm the next day, and I got to drive the Sunrise Shift, meaning to say that I drove into the sunrise. It was nice, and refreshing. I have become a speed demon of sorts, though. Today, on my 10 minute drive to work, I found myself wanting to drive over that 100km/h speed, but I resisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at a cute little cottage in a private community where everyone drove around in their golf carts wearing only their swimsuits. The beach was only a 5 minute walk, or a 1 minute drive in the golf cart. The best part about the beach? It was private, meaning only the people residing in the community (called Oceanside Village), could enter. Also, there were fireworks &lt;b&gt; every night&lt;/b&gt;, and we got there on the 4th of July, so the show was extra special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right behind our little cottage was a lake-river thing, where we counted turtles every morning. Oh, and I can't forget to mention the "Ugly Ducks", as we dubbed them. They were a cross between turkeys and ducks, by the looks of it, and they were butt ugly. Plus, they were annoying. At least they kept us entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the trip, we spent most of the late evenings at the beach (so as not to tan), and toured the historic areas (including a town 2 hours south of Myrtle Beach called Charleston - yes, that's where the dance came from - , and also a rice plantation), and exploring the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my trip? That requires a little introduction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was day 4 or so of our trip, and my uncle planned for a few of us to go fishing out in the Atlantic Ocean. So we get up early in the morning, get on the huge boat and an hour later, we're in what looks like nothing but water for miles around us. So we all lower our lines and fish. We went to several different locations; at the first, I caught a red-mouthed gulper (I think that's what it was called); a tiny little fish, no biggie. The next couple of locations were no-go's, but at the very last location I caught another red-mouthed gulper, which I decided to have cut up for bait. So I lower my gulper bait and wait. Soon the captain calls for everyone to raise their lines: we're going home. Just then, I felt a tug on my line. I thought, &lt;i&gt;what the heck, let's give it one last go&lt;/i&gt;, and I reeled that baby in. Boy, I must have used all of my upper body strength (especially since my arm was hurting the next day), and all of a sudden I saw exactly what I was pulling up: &lt;b&gt;a shark&lt;/b&gt;. Earlier that day, someone had caught a similar creature, and I got really excited. I let out a little shriek and that caught peoples' attention. I kept reeling it in, and my uncle tried to help me, but as soon as it reached the surface, the creature gave one giant kick and ripped the hook right off my rod, and got away. Although I didn't actually get the shark on the boat (we're talking like a 3- or 4- footer here), I was really proud that I had caught a friggen shark! Me, the girl who had, before that day, never caught a single fish before, had just managed to get a shark to bite on her line! Wow, I will never forget that day. The people fishing close to me called me "SThark Girl" for the rest of the day. Here's a picture of the shark that the guy had caught earlier, my guy was similar to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/100_8357.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hat's the gist of my vacation, so now let me end this short post by saying that, for the first time I am lining up at midnight for the screening of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince! Here's the preview that sent chills down my spine : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnooUEuyn_M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnooUEuyn_M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-8605758843958079338?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8605758843958079338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=8605758843958079338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8605758843958079338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8605758843958079338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach.html' title='the beach.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-3105938813284663402</id><published>2009-07-03T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:48:51.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning / MJ / New Dress / The Hangover / HP !</title><content type='html'>So I'm starting this blog at 6:40 am on a Friday morning, because my mom woke me up so that I can drop her off at the train station, and I just don't see the point of going back to sleep (even though I might fall asleep writing this). I figure, since we're leaving at like 11 pm for Myrtle Beach today (that's a 15 hour drive...17 with traffic), I can spend the first 3 or 4 hours at least, sleeping. Hence I am depriving myself of sleep. Hence this random early morning blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a regular blogger, I knew that I wouldn't post my reaction to MJ's death right away on here. That's good in a way, because I've been able to collect my thoughts and calm myself. Last night, my sister and I watched the E! True Hollywood Story of Michael Jackson. The first hour was good, but to be honest the last hour of that program was so, so very painful to watch. Michael's life was so mangled and misunderstood for the past 15 years. This brings up several issues in my mind. Firstly, I am only a few years over 15, meaning that my entire memorable life has been shrouded with negative Michael Jackson media coverage.  This being said, I'm not going to deny that I didn't think MJ was a little bit off, how could I not? That's all I was ever exposed to. I wasn't alive during his glory days with Thriller and Bad, I just wasn't there. I am also pretty proud of myself for, despite being exposed to this negative image, remaining a fan of MJ all of my life. It started with the Free Willy song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRG08RkZWTs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRG08RkZWTs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was barely a toddler, but I remember it. After this song I got curious. Somehow I began listening to Black or White, which eventually became my favourite MJ song of all time (even though it was released in 1991, South Asian television was a few years behind anyways). It was followed by "They Don't Really Care About Us" when I was a bit older. I always loved Michael, but I didn't get into his Thriller stuff until I was about 9. Since then, songs like Thriller, Billie Jean, PYT,  Beat It, and also songs from Bad, Smooth Criminal etc, have become regulars on my ipod playlists. I'm really upset MJ's dead, but I think, that just like Elvis, dying young will heal MJ's tarnished reputation and he will be remembered as the king of pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, this may be biased on my behalf because I think Bradley Cooper is a total smokeshow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/T/O/T/thehangoverbradleycooperposter.jpg" Height=250 Width=171&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but The Hangover is my new favourite funny movie! It was so hilarious! Especially the photos at the end! That made the movie for me! I recommend that all of you go watch it! And stay for the credits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic: I had this spontaneous mini shopping spree last night - I bought a pair of shorts, a couple of things from Future Shop (I'm a bit of a techy sometimes) and, best of all, an awesome dress for just $13 from Winners! At first my sister spotted it and she wanted to try it on, but they only had it in a large so I thought "why not?" and I tried it on. I love it, but I don't think I can wear it out too much because it's a) pretty short and b) figure-hugging, meaning I have to lose a little weight before I got out in public with it. It's royal blue, made of t-shirt cotton (so it's &lt;b&gt;super&lt;/b&gt; comfy), and it basically looks like this, except without the waistband: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.notempire.com/images/uploads/01-31.jpg" Height=200 Width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing a lot of photos with a cinched waist, so I think I'm going to by a thin brown belt to go with it! Oh, and it also goes perfectly with my new gladiators &lt;br /&gt;(I finally got em! They were less that $20 at Spring with my SPC card and I wear them everywhere!) Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/glad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's something unusual: this entire week, I've actually been going out and doing stuff! It's really weird for me because I usually stay home and do nothing all day. That's my kind of summer. But lately I've been shopping and going over to people's houses, and oh, did I mention waiting &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN HOURS IN LINE&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/u&gt; at Mandarin for free Canada Day food? Yup, you read right: 9:40 to 4:40 on one hot day we waited in line for free food. What did we do to pass the time? We tried naming all characters (animals included) in the Harry Potter books and movies. It took us about, 30 mins, I'd say? It was definitely a Canada Day to remember. Oh another weird fact: even though I've been so busy, I haven't taken &lt;I&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; pictures! This coming from a girl who "has photo albums coming out of her ass" as quoted by one of my good friends. Guess I was having too much fun to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Harry Potter (...kinda), I am &lt;b&gt;so, so, so SO &lt;/b&gt; excited for July 15! It can't come any faster. Good thing I have a vacation between then and now. I've already finished reading the 6th book again in preparation, and I hope to read the 7th one on the way to SC. In fact, I think (if I have time that is), I'm going to redo my layout to Harry Potter. Either that or MJ. I would ask for your opinion but I know I'll get a total of, oh, 0 comments :), so, I'll just weigh the options myself and you will get to see the result in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-3105938813284663402?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3105938813284663402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=3105938813284663402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/3105938813284663402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/3105938813284663402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning-mj-new-dress-hangover-hp.html' title='Morning / MJ / New Dress / The Hangover / HP !'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-5869023865231692199</id><published>2009-06-22T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:54:03.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jumble of things.</title><content type='html'>*PRE-NOTE SPOILER WARNING FOR JOHN &amp; KATE PLUS 8! IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED THE LATEST EPISODE, ONLY READ UP TO THE BUNNY STORY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my random catch-up post, and this is my actual post. I actually think of a lot of blogging ideas when I'm running. It's kinda nice. Speaking of running (there's gonna be a lot of "Speaking of_______" digressions in this blog, just cus I haven't blogged in forever and all these ideas are piled up in my brain)...anyways, speaking of running, I think its getting too darned hot to jog now. Today, I had to go on my run at 8:30, and it was still pretty sweltering. On the way home, I was racing the sun and getting attacked by mosquitoes. Not pretty. Soo, what I figured was that I would finally build up the courage to ask someone at the gym how to work all the machines, because what I used to do was take classes with old ladies, until I got sick of all those old ladies. I never really liked the treadmill though, (I always preferred running) because I got to observe nature instead of staring at a blank wall and running on the spot. However, I think I've come up with a sufficient way to keep me occupied and unbored for however long I'm going to be on the treadmill : audiobooks. A little nerdy, I know,  but I think it'll capture my attention until before I know it, I've burned 300 calories. Sound good ? yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay second topic off the top of my head: what the hell is on my face right now ? I'm wearing this really weird mask that I usually wear like twice a week. It's so messy and gross looking, but it works. It's made of 2 really weird ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.indiamart.com/dkindustries/pcat-gifs/products-small/neem-powder_10755072.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neem powder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;b&gt;+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.loveleafgarden.com/catalog/images/sandalwood.gif height=250 width= 250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandalwood powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;b&gt;=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/masque.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masque! except not so nice looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hella messy and it sheds (powdery stuff) So I pretty much have to change my sheets every other day. Not so cool for a non-clean freak such as myself. Anyways, I just wanted to let out the frustration I had about this masque. All in all, it works miracles, so I shouldn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what HAVE I been doing all this time? Well, I figured since there's only &lt;b&gt;22 days&lt;/b&gt; left until the movie comes out (on July 15), I should start reading Harry potter and the Half-Blood Prince. And, as usual, I'm glued to the book until something extremely urgent disrupts me and I am unwillingly forced to abandon my reading. I'm actually quite surprised I found the time to do this because the whole time I've been writing this I've been thinking of reading. I'm definitely addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of things I'm excited for, I'm finally going to see The Fray, one of my favourite bands of all time, tomorrow! With Jack's Mannequin, who I incidentally happen to be seeing for the second time even though I'm not exactly their biggest fan. Ah well. I'm seeing THE FRAY BABY! woooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that gets me trés excited: Matt Lanter. The hot roadster from 90210 and the main character in 'Disaster Movie' (which happens to be a shitty ass movie, never watch it). Ladies, you know what I'm talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://craignj.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/matt-lanter.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at those...eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no seriously, he has the sexiest eyes I've seen in a while):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.atpictures.com/imgdir/matt-lanter.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I think I'll finish off with a little sadism. Unintentional sadism, of course. So, I have this cute little pond right outside my front door. My dad spends a good deal of his gardening time making sure the fish are alive and that it's clean (it gets dirty hella fast - blame the rain). About a month and a half ago, in my backyard, a mother bird decided to establish her home in the roofed part of my deck, and soon lay eggs which turned into little chicks. We soon noticed the birds were gone, and figured they had "left the nest". A couple of days ago, my dad found a little dead bird floating in his beloved pond. Strike one. We were all pretty shocked, but it's not so uncommon these days, (I passed by the same dead bird 3 days in a row on my runs one time).  Today, I was coming back from my run when my dad stopped me on the drive-way. He informed me that, to my utter horror, he had found a &lt;b&gt;dead baby rabbit&lt;/b&gt; floating in the pond. It seems to have gotten stuck since the walls of the pond are so steep. I was close to tears for the next half-an-hour or so. Just the thought of imagining that poor little rabbit struggling to get out of the pond until it's little muscles were to tired to try just gives me the shudders. Ugh. Just thought I'd share my grief with all of y'all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I said I was finishing off but I'm not done quite yet! Did anyone see John &amp; Kate plus 8 today? (Or should I say, John, 8...&amp; Kate now?) SPOILER ALERT! They're separating!!! I'm so sad.  Especially for little Aiden, who is my absolute favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/2892413655_dd625ac78d_o.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could they do that to them ? Ugh. Haven't they ever heard of "stay together for the kids?". Well, I guess I didn't know the whole story, and who am I to speak? Although I do have the right to an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I feel like this has ended on a bitter / sad note. I think I'll add just one more thing: a correction to my "summer favourites" blog. Turns out, I haven't had any one of those favourites since. My new addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.boba.us/img/bubbletea1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE TEA!&lt;br /&gt;(I went to 3 different tea places in a week...I think that got me started).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-5869023865231692199?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5869023865231692199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=5869023865231692199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/5869023865231692199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/5869023865231692199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/06/jumble-of-things.html' title='A Jumble of things.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-789794923663156493</id><published>2009-06-09T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:49:37.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, sooo it's been a while. I think that whole write-3-blogs-in-4-days thing was just a phase. I'm back to my old blog-once-or-twice-a-month ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think I've just been either a) lazy or b) busy because I have 2 posts on here that I started that I haven't finished. The following is a tidbit I wrote a while ago, because the post before that was one where I avoided talking about what was on my mind because it was so jumbled. I tried to clarify it but then either got confused or bored...I don't quite remember, but I stopped writing nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's what's left of it, and my attempt at continuing what I started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to (attempt to) put down in words what I avoided in my last post. So here's a warning, it's going to be a giant blurb on friendship, so if you're not feelin' it, I don't advise you read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school, in retrospect (a lot of things are in retrospect right now, high school being one) was a giant game of cat and mouse, cops and robbers, dog-eat-dog whatever you want to call it. On the surface, it doesn't seem like it, and no single person could ever imagine that they, or anyone else they call friends could be capable of what they are thinking of, but it happens. I think that it's all in the &lt;b&gt;the subconscious&lt;/b&gt;. Let me explain: I know that I, nor anyone one else, could expect anyone to have something like this on their mind all of the time &lt;i&gt;wow, i am incredibly jealous of how popular she is and how she gets invited to everything&lt;/i&gt;. However, I can expect people to show this in their actions. I know that I myself have had this type of thought before, but it's never my main focus. However, as event unfold, it may look like, from  the point of view of someone who knows that I have this thought, that I am engaging in actions that demonstrate this thought. Confused yet? Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jimmy and Katie and dating. Claire, Katie's best friend is jealous of Katie's popularity and awesome love life (Jimmy is really hot). One day, in a conversation with Katie, Claire finds out that Katie thinks another girl named Lindsay is flirting with Jimmy. So, Claire (with no apparent hidden agenda), talks to Lindsay and also to Jimmy. Claire finds out that yes, Lindsay's always had a little crush on Jimmy. Now both Lindsay and Jimmy are aware of it.  Now that Jimmy is more aware of it, whenever he talks to Lindsay, its awkward. Katie notices this and confronts Jimmy. (Remember, Katie doesn't know Jimmy knows she knows Lindsay likes him) Jimmy denies anything, but it all explodes in Katie's face and they end it. Katie talks to Lindsay, who also blatantly denies everything, but informs Katie that Claire talked to her. Now, Katie, in addition to hating Lindsay, fights with Claire and loses her best friend (over a "he said she said" - type argument). Katie's "perfect" life is no more. Who comes out on top? Claire. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? Although it was never Claire's intention to &lt;b&gt;ruin&lt;/b&gt; Katie's social life, that thought in the back of her head affected her actions. [by the way - that story was totally made up, don't even try to compare it to anyone or any particular situation; if it does sound familiar, its totally by coincidence].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, that's your average high school social life mechanism. Of course, there's other important elements in there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt; gossip:&lt;/u&gt; what's high school without gossip. it is the way by which any simple statement or question can turn into a hugely destructive rumour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;jealousy:&lt;/u&gt; because it's a dog-eat-dog world, everyone wants what the other has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;emotions:&lt;/u&gt; what would adolescence be without sensitive emotions and the melodrama it entails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping and praying that university will be better, that the people will be above all of this. Oh, and one more thing. I'm not trying to say that I myself was devoid of all drama, if anything, I was often involved in it. All I'm saying is, I'm sick of it, and I'm sick of high school. I'm so glad it's over &amp; I'm &lt;b&gt;so effing excited&lt;/b&gt; (and that's an understatement) for university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;(I'm just hoping I'm not setting my hopes too high)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-789794923663156493?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/789794923663156493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=789794923663156493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/789794923663156493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/789794923663156493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow-sooo-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-2852741472954121874</id><published>2009-06-06T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:05:37.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FASHIONISTA!</title><content type='html'>Right now,  I have a tonne of thoughts &amp; feelings running through me. Unfortunately, I am not ready to share them, because even if I tried, they would look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;EJFJFHSDKJFHKJSFHAASJDHAS&lt;br /&gt;DFAHFDJFSSDFHSDHJFG#$@#%$$#^#^&lt;br /&gt;%#SEDF$%$#TFD$#TFGDFG&lt;br /&gt;$%$%RGDFGDDF&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I will translate and deliver them straight to all my loyal fans out there (the many, many million of you patiently waiting for my next post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[*NOTE: THERE'S RANDOM LINKS ON WORDS IN THIS BLOG. CLICK ON THEM TO SEE EXACTLY WHAT I'M VISUALIZING IN MY HEAD]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to do that thing where, in the magazines they find a celebrity walking down the street looking all fly, and then they make their own version of the celebrities outfit. I figured I could do it, because for one, the magazines' rendition isn't always to my liking, and also, I can add my own spin to it.Mind you, I already have an outfit in mind, so I just &lt;a href="http://lmgtfy.com/?q=celebrities+in+gladiator+sandals" TARGET="_blank"&gt;Googled&lt;/a&gt; it, and worked with my options there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my summer outfit plan: &lt;a href="http://www.aldoshoes.com/ca-eng/flag/gladiatorglory/women" TARGET="_blank"&gt;GLADIATOR SANDALS!&lt;/a&gt; and various summer staples. This includes &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/category.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&amp;category_name=dress_casual&amp;Page=1" TARGET="_blank"&gt;summery dresses&lt;/a&gt;, some &lt;a href="http://www.americanapparel.net/morephotos/viewer.asp?style=rsa0300&amp;n=Le%20Sac%20Dress" TARGET="_blank"&gt;not-so-summery dresses&lt;/a&gt;, a few &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/category.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&amp;category_name=top_casual&amp;page=2&amp;pgCount=16" TARGET="_blank"&gt;frilly shirts&lt;/a&gt; paired with a nice pair of &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&amp;category_name=btms_shorts&amp;product_id=2059346718&amp;Page=1#" TARGET="_blanks"&gt;white shorts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the looks I'm going to (very roughly) recreate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/tmybf1.jpg" TARGET="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/tmybf1.jpg" height=216 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(1) DRESSY-CASUAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/tmybf1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Le Sac" Dress, $45 from American Apparel&lt;br /&gt;Deux Lux Zipper Seamed Satchel, $68 US (~$75-80CAD) from Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;"Gwen" Sunglasses, $100 from Guess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(2) CASUAL &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/tmybf1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plaid Ruggle Trim Top, $13.50, and Fab pleated   short, $9.50, both from Forever 21 &lt;br /&gt;"Dozza" necklace, $10 from Aldo&lt;br /&gt;Balboa Dome Satchel, $140 from Guess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(3)SUMMERY &amp; DRESSY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/tmybf1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petunia Chiffon Dress, $24.80 From Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;"Harotfield" Clutch, $30 from Aldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; *ALL OUTFITS USE CITRONE GLADIATOR SANDALS, $40 FROM ALDO*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*details at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aldoshoes.com" target="_blank"&gt; Aldo Shoes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com" target="_blank"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanapparel.com" target="_blank"&gt; American Apparel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guess.ca" target="_blank"&gt;Guess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com" target="_blank"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-2852741472954121874?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2852741472954121874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=2852741472954121874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/2852741472954121874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/2852741472954121874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-now-i-have-tonne-of-thoughts.html' title='FASHIONISTA!'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-395296917336412730</id><published>2009-06-04T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:02:23.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMERFAVES09</title><content type='html'>gross gross. i just watched a shitty-ass, gross movie, called "Drag Me To Hell". Picture: old lady, dentures, and a whole lot of creepy sounds. oh, and throw in a dumb blonde. &lt;i&gt;result?&lt;/i&gt; one crappy horror movie. come on Justin Long, i think you should stick to snogging Drew Barrymore and starring in low budget teenage comedies (ie "Accepted"). okay, i think i'm done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual there's always a hidden agenda behind my blogs. especially now that i've written 2 blogs within 3 days! that's like, a world record for me. it also goes to show how effing bored I am with my life! Kay so, I was thinking, summer's almost here, and I've always had a few summer favourites in terms of food. This year, I've narrowed it down to three (again, I find myself making a list, because that's what I do, but this is a short list, and it pertains to me specifically, so, i feel it doesn't fit on &lt;a href="http://makingthelist.blogspot.com" TARGET="_blank"&gt;makingthelist&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;UNO: Tim Horton's Iced Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.timhortons.com/ca/images/general/iced-coffee173x271.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that "awwww yeaaahhhhh" feeling on a really hot day. plus, it's drive-thru accessible: perfect for those lazy summer days when you just don't feel like getting out of your car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOS: Yogenfrüz Strawberry Low Fat Frozen Yogurt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt301/vixenvin/X.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mouth waters just thinking of it. to me, it tastes better than any other ice cream, plus, its healthy! i don't know about you, but I think it's kind of a big deal that I love this so much, considering I'm pretty much a self-declared meatatarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRES:Starbucks Iced Passion Tea Lemonade &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myc.com.my/supplies/starbucks/product-visual---shaken-tea.gif" width=250 height=259&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introduced to me by a friend who works at Starbucks, I immediately fell in love with this drink 2 summers ago. It's cool, it's refreshing, and it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a short post, but I just had to get that out of me. Come to think of it, now i'm craving all three drinks. damn it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-395296917336412730?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/395296917336412730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=395296917336412730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/395296917336412730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/395296917336412730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/06/gross-gross.html' title='SUMMERFAVES09'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-1932494707367590829</id><published>2009-06-03T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:46:51.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to f or not to f my life ?</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to keep both my blogs up to date but it's taking quite a lot of effort. Don't get me wrong, I've got tons of ideas for both but I just have to get into that blogging mood, yanno? Today's blogging mood is thanks to reading one of my friends blogs, which spurred me to add something to &lt;a href="http://makingthelist.blogspot.com" TARGET="_blank"&gt;makingthelist&lt;/a&gt;, which in turn spurred me to add something on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts&amp;Feelings UPDATE: eh. not really in the mood for this, but, I will say that this past weekend (Prom weekend) was simply amazing. I'm really sorry and thankful to those "sobers", as they became known as, who really helped me out. I'm lucky enough to remember most of the night, and I'm thankful I had such a great time. Prom itself was awesome; I'd spent almost 8 hours the day before setting up, mostly blowing up about 100 balloons myself (out of 1000+). Now every time I see a balloon I shudder. All in all, it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days I've kinda been lazing around, watching 90210, which is my filler until gossip girl starts again. Nothing, NOTHING, compares to gossip girl. I finally got off my ass and went for a run these past few days, lets hope it lasts. Oh, and I did something kinda-productive: I helped my sister out with her religion project on abusive relationships! Check out my work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SidevxkNBpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O2PaIsiJHiE/s1600-h/alloriginalsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SidevxkNBpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O2PaIsiJHiE/s320/alloriginalsmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343343657750431378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW, FOR THE REAL REASON BEHIND THIS BLOG:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make a list of my most visited websites soon, but first, I would like to mention 2 very entertaining websites, both of which I visit regularly, but are ironically opposite in meaning but have similar effects. This isn't quite a list blog , so i figured it would be fitting to place it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com" TARGET="_blank"&gt;SITE #1: FMYLIFE.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay soo, I'm sure most of you know of this already. This site if full of anecdotes from people whose lives (for that day at least), just plain SUCK ASS. Hence, it causes them to say "fuck my life", thus coining the term "an fml moment". The following are examples (just from today alone) of these genius recollections:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today, I came home from work when I heard people in my apartment. My apartment was supposed to be empty, so I entered ready to fight some thieves. I rushed in and hit the closest person to me before the lights switched on. It was a surprise party. I broke my girlfriend's cheek-bone. FML&lt;br /&gt;Today, I hooked up with a girl from the bar. We went back to my place and started making out, I took off her shirt and bra and started kissing her breasts. I felt her chest hair tickle my tongue. FML&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was sitting in class and I fell asleep during the lesson. I was wearing sweatpants and had an erection. My teacher came up to me and grabbed my penis. She thought it was my phone. FML&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaaa.So why do I go on this site pretty much everyday? Well, it kinda makes you feel good about your life. Every time you read one of those horrific anecdotes, you think to yourself "boy am I glad that didn't happen to me today!". Thus, it's also a fave on downer days when I'm just plain bummed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1000awesomethings.com" TARGET="_blank"&gt; SITE #2: 1000AWESOMETHINGS.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site just makes me so happy when I read it. Basically, the author comes up with 1 awesome thing about life everyday. I discovered it when the author went on a morning radio show that I happened to be listening to on the drive to school one day. As soon as I got home, I checked it out, and the author was right, it really did make my day. Every post makes me smile. Check out some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;#753 When your sneeze stalls for a second and then suddenly comes booming out&lt;br /&gt;#765 Thinking it’s Thursday when it’s Friday&lt;br /&gt;#769 When the thing you were going to buy is already on sale&lt;br /&gt;#789 Putting potato chips on a sandwich&lt;br /&gt;#793 All the food that comes out of a cow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they all just...awesome?! So why do I read this site? To make me feel better, just like fml. The difference is that I celebrate the goods things about life, instead of laughing at other people's failures. I high recommend everyone to check this site out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-1932494707367590829?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1932494707367590829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=1932494707367590829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/1932494707367590829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/1932494707367590829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-f-or-not-to-f-my-life.html' title='to f or not to f my life ?'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SidevxkNBpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O2PaIsiJHiE/s72-c/alloriginalsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-2588072376446264161</id><published>2009-05-23T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:01:20.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>woah woah woah...wait a minute...WHERE DID MY YOUTUBE POST GO ?! AND MY SONG COVER POST? AND MY GOSSIP GIRL POST?! fear not, they are safe, somewhere else.  let me go back to the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last wednesday, may 20, I was studying for exams when I got bored and decided to give myself a break. So i logged on to my computer and started thinking about what I would do with all my sparetime...then I remembered the days when I was a total photoshop fanatic. The outcome of this thought? I downloaded the newest version of photoshop, CS4 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 449px;" src="http://newtech.aurum3.com/images/adobe-photoshop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was super excited and then I realized something else, what on Earth did I used to do with all of my photoshopped creations? Oh that's right, Livejournal. Soooo, I'm working on getting back my old livejournal account / community, and a link will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....now that I think about it, what I just wrote has nothing to do with the disappearance of my posts. Okay, here's the real story. So, I have that sticky note gadget thingamabobber on my vista sidebar, and I'm constantly making lists of things: songs, things to do, tips, etc. Then, I realizedd that 3 of my posts were already in this format. I also realized that my original idea for &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; blog, the whole "thoughts and feeelings" idea, was not there anymore because of those lists. Verdict? Make a new blog! Just for lists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present, my newest blog: &lt;a href="http://makingthelist.blogspot.com"&gt;Making The List!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to check it out, especially if you're bored with this one! I think that one will also be updated more often because I think of new lists like everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta La Vista kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-2588072376446264161?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2588072376446264161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=2588072376446264161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/2588072376446264161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/2588072376446264161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/05/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-8151552308055286234</id><published>2009-04-07T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:24:23.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A semi-angry rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/Sdu2BJ5YsjI/AAAAAAAAABs/YCc7CNpfN18/s1600-h/100_6685.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I came to the realization that I will miss very little about high school. Don't get me wrong, high school's great and all, but, I just won't miss it. What about it won't I miss, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I won't miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stupid drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gossip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bitches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "beefs"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teachers who don't give a shit about their students&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad marks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The constant comparisons of marks (good or bad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lack of a social life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stigma put on having "a life" by certain people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moments where you find out it's been four years and still you don't have anyone who's really there for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "friends" who aren't really friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fake smiles in the hallways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The uniforms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that I have to catch a bus every morning at 6:39&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The total of 1 hour and 40 minutes spent every single day on a bumpy, cramped bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lack of sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The loss of friends due to schoolwork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fake people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The classes I was forced to take by my program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that I live at least a 10 minute drive away from any of my friends (with the exception of Justin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lack of hot boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The times I've been hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The times I've failed or been rejected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's left to miss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crazy, unexpectedly fun nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The handful of friends (you know who you are) who actually stuck by me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tenth grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? There's not much to miss. I'm sure I haven't said this enough, but:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;I can't effing wait for high school to be over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-8151552308055286234?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8151552308055286234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=8151552308055286234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8151552308055286234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/8151552308055286234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2009/04/semi-angry-rant.html' title='A semi-angry rant.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-7935052995046435920</id><published>2008-11-20T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:29:33.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just LOVE snow.</title><content type='html'>Here I am, posting a blog at 3:24 pm in my pajamas. Sounds pretty awesome, eh?&lt;br /&gt;nawwt really. Why, you ask? Let me begin with my wonderful after school experience yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first major snowfall of the season, and I had to stay after school to write a script for Cafe night. After I had finished, I called the bus company, as I always do, to check which combination of busses (the 10 and the 39, the 10 and the 45, or the 19 and the 39) would get me home the fastest. I prefer the 19/39 combination, so I tried that one first. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"next bus in 4 minutes, following bus in 31 minutes"&lt;/span&gt;. perfect, I would just catch the latter one(Mind you, I had to take the 19 first). This gave me time to go all the way to the 3rd floor to grab my gloves that I had forgotten. So i walk out of the school and Justin's car drives by. Excitedly, I call Sean and ask whats up. Nothing really. Later, I decide its too cold to be outside without a nice, warm hot chocolate. So i walk into Rabba, ask to first PAY for the drink (cus i don't know how broke I am) and then he gives it to me. As I walk out of Rabba, i see a #19 whiz by. Its okay, they come like every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I j-walk across Hurontario and stand by the stop, running and spilling my hot chocolate as I did. There, I met Justins brother and said hi. I wait for the bus. and wait. Then comes Glenn (who is legally crossing Hurontario), we say a few words, and then I see the bus coming. When it approaches, I see that it is not the 19, so I hop on and ask if he goes to Britannia:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt; greeeatt. Please keep in mind the running total of bus-waiting time has now reached about 10 minutes, very unusual for the 19. But then I remind myself : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its the first snowfall of the season. hurrray.&lt;/span&gt; Finally the 19 comes, packed as usual. I lumber on, juggling my hugeass bag, my ginormous econ binder, my hot chocolate still full to the brim, and manage to get the ticket into the slot with my pinkie finger. Time check: 11 minutes till the next bus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its okay, thats plenty of time.&lt;/span&gt; whoops, I forgot, its also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rush hour.&lt;/span&gt; beautiful, just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an excruciatingly long time, the 19 stops at Britannia and I run to the second bus stop, with (according to my watch) 1 minute left. Theres lots of people waiting, so I assume the bus has not come yet. And plus, if the 19 was late, why not the 39 right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first snowfall of the season. hurray.&lt;/span&gt; WRONG. turns out, i missed it by a few minutes. why the hell would a bus come EARLY on the first snowfall of the season? Gets me. (here i think, what if i hadn't gone to get my gloves? or called sean? or bought that hot chocolate?)I finish my hot chocolate, and sit at the stop for 25 glorious minutes, while 2 other busses pass (this explained the crowded bus stand). Thankfully, the second bus was neither early nor late. I bussled on the bus with the other 15 people who were at my stop, and managed to get a window seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 39 is a very long bus ride. It goes all the way down Britannia and then down 9th line (almost Milton), and then finally gets to Derry, where I get off. When its finally time to get off, its pitch black outside. Come to think of it, it was dark for most of the bus ride. The poor lighting, though, didn't stop me from reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/span&gt;. Healthcliff is indeed a very interesting character. So back to me getting off. See, heres the thing. I could get off at a street corner, and cross like normal people, but knowing me, the avid thrill-seeking j-walker, I get off at the middle of a long stretch of road (not near any pedestrian crossings) and i j-walk across Derry. Herein, again, comes in that beautiful phrase: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the first snowfall of the season. &lt;/span&gt;Hence, all drivers go a little crazy and seem to forget that theres a little thing called  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt; that exists on the roads they drive on.  Lucky me, theres an accident smack-dab in the middle of Derry, complete with cops and traffic backed up all the way past the next street (which, as previously mentioned, is quite an extensive distance away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have 2 choices: OPTION 1) keep walking a bit and cross underneath Derry through a walking trail which included a sketchy underpass, or OPTION 2)walk backwards quite a bit and cross at the stoplight, and walk back up in the same direction on the other side of Derry. Taking into the consideration the shorter walk, I chose OPTION 1, the underpass . So I stroll on over and, very cautiously, make my descent. I take off my earbuds: all senses go. Its all fine and dandy until I get to the actual underpass bit where theres a very scary-looking silhouette hunched over and looking in my direction. I cursed my brains out and ran right back the same way i got there: theres no WAY i was going to try to pass him. So here i was, left with no other choice than to go for  OPTION 2 , which is what I should have gone for in the first place. So i walked all the way back (which was now double the distance along Derry) and to the pedestrian crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got home, just as my mother was pulling into the driveway (here i thought, damn, I could have just waited at Meadowvale where she could have picked me up. oh well), with snow leaking into my flats through a whole in the heal (they are pretty worn-in shoes). My mom asks why it took me so long to walk home, and I burst into tears, trying to unleash my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my frustration involves how the hell I was going to get through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes, the story doesn't end there. You see, I was planning on (finally) convincing my parents to let me take the car to school, because I had Cafe night practice again after school till around 4:30, followed by work at 5. My selling point was that there it was physically impossible for me to get from school to work in half an hour on transit (I even used my horrifying bus experience of the day to try and convince them.) Lo and behold, they denied my request. Their reasoning? Here it comes again: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the first snowfall of the season.&lt;/span&gt; They used my own story against me, using the car accident as an example of a situation I might find myself in if I got the car for the day. My mom suggested not going to the practice, or not going to work. I said if I had to go to one, I had to go to the other. More crying, more frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after dinner (because a full stomach helps me to think rationally, I find), I simply say: I don't want to go to work OR school tomorrow. My parents' response (to my utter disbelief): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sure."&lt;/span&gt;So, this morning, my parents called in sick for me at school, and as soon as I woke up, which was 10am, I called in sick at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am, in my pajamas, and hour after I started writing this blog, about to watch my 6th episode of Big Bang Theory of the day.  ("The Nerdmabelia Scattering"). Have I mentioned that I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. here's a drawing to explain my OPTION 1/OPTION 2 dilemma &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[click on the picture for a larger view]&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SSXWAgZ7DMI/AAAAAAAAABc/utTtM6Y6PoY/s1600-h/OPTIONS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SSXWAgZ7DMI/AAAAAAAAABc/utTtM6Y6PoY/s320/OPTIONS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270854243094039746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-7935052995046435920?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7935052995046435920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=7935052995046435920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/7935052995046435920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/7935052995046435920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-love-snow.html' title='I just LOVE snow.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SSXWAgZ7DMI/AAAAAAAAABc/utTtM6Y6PoY/s72-c/OPTIONS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-7486078401239185400</id><published>2008-11-18T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:57.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la douleur.</title><content type='html'>kay soo. this ones gonna be a bit deep. i've been considering writing a "deep" blog for a while but i dont know how deep i can get without depressing all 3 of my readers. [that was a joke, i'm trying to lighten the mood before i dive in]. the topic? &lt;strong&gt;pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i feel like my ears are going to fall off and my head is throbbing because i just put in new spacers. you're probably thinking "why would you do that? a) its ugly and b) it HURTS". yeah, it hurts, but, as many of you have heard me say, &lt;em&gt;i like it.&lt;/em&gt; and a lot of people get grossed and/or freaked out when i say this, but i dont mean it in a creepy way. theres actually a ... deep [for lack of a better word] meaning behind my "like" for pain. simply put, i think it numbs out all the other pains that i have to face. yeah i know, i have to overcome these pains some day, but there are some pains that only heal with time. and what better way to pass time than to numb oneself? get my logic? probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the next few paragraphs consist of me trying to explain my freak-of-nature ways, so if you already get me, no further reading is necessary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres also that rush that comes with pain. and now, when using the word pain i will broaden my spectrum. i'm also going to include fear into this dialog. i, personally, enjoy the rush that comes with pain/fear. i dont know, maybe im just weird, or maybe im one of many (all?) growing teens who like to get a thrill/high out of things every now and then. and i realize that when i use the word high it sounds like im an alcoholic / drug addict, but im not necessarily referring to that kind of high. i'm talking about the feeling of being suspended hundreds of feet in the air while hanging from a bungee cord, or getting the crap scared out of you by a movie where your own reflection can kill yourself. in the moment, you are hella scared/ in pain, but when its over, its the best feeling ever. its like "&lt;em&gt;wow, i actually accomplished something crrazzyyy"&lt;/em&gt;. and i've heard that that kind of yearning for a thrill goes away with age, so i say, live for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then theres the pain that i just cant take. &lt;u&gt;thats&lt;/u&gt; the pain im numbing . just thinking of that kind of pain hurts so much. just to name a few, these pains are failure, loss, rejection, exclusion, etc, etc. i think that things like that take time to get over, so yes, i am overcoming the pain, but it takes time, and in the meanwhile, i am trying to "forget" about it. and by "forget", i mean "numb".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to conclude about these pieces of plastic in my ears: when the pain goes away, i will say "woah. how on earth did u do something like that?" and at the same time, the pain makes me forget about everything else that just really, really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you get it, and if you don't, thanks for bearing with me as i attempted to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-7486078401239185400?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7486078401239185400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=7486078401239185400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/7486078401239185400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/7486078401239185400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-douleur.html' title='la douleur.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-1965740481783900879</id><published>2008-10-23T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:24:57.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit rusty.</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear...Blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how do you start a blog?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really relieved that I still have my Photoshopping skills intact. Its one of the only things I get to call a talent these days. In case you haven't already realized, I have a new (self-made) banner up! You like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this blogging shiznat, I think I could consider myself a vet in certain ways. But in this type of blogging, I'm a noob. I've had a private blog before, a creative blog (where I displayed my digital creations ... oh what a nerd I was) and even my very own blogging community. I haven't touched any of those in about 3 years so, yes, I'm a bit rusty. Also, I don't really know what to talk about.  Like &lt;em&gt;feeelings and thouuughtts&lt;/em&gt; or like concrete facts ('like omg did you SEE what she was wearing today ?!?!?!'). lawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a thought: Mr. Ladna said something that really struck me today.It was something along the lines of  &lt;em&gt;"If you want to get better marks, you have to study harder". &lt;/em&gt;Hmmm. I know. Sounds obvious, but really, I think I had let the whole "none of your coursework counts" thing get to my head last year and I still can't shake it off. No matter how much I tell myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yo vindya, this shit actually counts"&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;I still sit at my computer and try to write blogs. And by try, I mean, try. Although this is my first actual blog entry, I've been contemplating what to write for a quite a few days. And today of all days, on a totally spontaneous whim, I decided to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. I realized that I actually appreciate being in IB somewhat (that's a big step for me; I'm like the most anti-IB person in IB). Why? Its all to do with being lazy. You see, even if I wasn't in IB, I would probably still be lazing around doing nothing until the last minute. And then, my tests would look like this : 56%, 64%, 48% ... etc etc. EXCEPT the difference is, those are the actual marks. *shudder* And then I think, "Praise the Lawd for IB". Praise Jeeezus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little sleepy now. Come to think of it, I'm always a little sleepy.  Dang this blogging stuff really makes you think about everything.. I was actually trying to end the blog by saying I was sleepy but then blogging made me think about being sleepy...this is crazy. I need to stop. MUST.STOP.BLOGGING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-1965740481783900879?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1965740481783900879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=1965740481783900879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/1965740481783900879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/1965740481783900879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2008/10/bit-rusty.html' title='a bit rusty.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171407130958577015.post-2890381880331456860</id><published>2008-10-13T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:45:09.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>I just wanna say I love The Strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171407130958577015-2890381880331456860?l=tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2890381880331456860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171407130958577015&amp;postID=2890381880331456860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/2890381880331456860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171407130958577015/posts/default/2890381880331456860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomakeyoubelieve.blogspot.com/2008/10/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>VixenVin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360576569907685899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUWpvAjSyr8/SPPE3YbzoXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6-rv3MerVQ/s1600-R/n502992495_757361_7321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
