tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76124553095387606482024-03-19T05:53:27.893-07:00Tiffany's blog.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-825385121077511632011-08-28T22:32:00.000-07:002011-08-28T22:34:03.201-07:00I have a new blogspot!
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<br /><div><a href="http://univers0ulcomplexity.blogspot.com">http://univers0ulcomplexity.blogspot.com</a></div><div>Follow, rate, comment <3</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-76473334128145214202011-02-03T23:10:00.000-08:002011-02-03T23:17:32.479-08:00Think of love as a card game. First, get rid of the jokers, throw away the hearts, keep the diamonds, then try to get a king.It's hard keeping your head up when there's nothing helping you prop it up. Can't always count on gravity and your bones.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-33379246839153657682011-01-28T20:08:00.000-08:002011-01-28T20:21:56.994-08:00I hate when the person causing you the most pain asks what’s wrong, and you have no choice but to say nothing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_legundQVJR1qf45vfo1_500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 497px; height: 338px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_legundQVJR1qf45vfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Hello blogspot.<div>We have reunited!</div><div>I've been posting on my tumblr, and my private one, all this time.</div><div>Follow me at <a href="http://tiffanyy-.tumblr.com">tiffanyy-.tumblr.com</a>!</div><div><br /></div><div>I miss him.</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-62948872148709570332010-07-11T21:07:00.000-07:002010-07-11T21:11:46.524-07:00Because I know that the sound of your heart is something I can trust.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x8f.xanga.com/b2bf9006d9732269536913/b214995401.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://x8f.xanga.com/b2bf9006d9732269536913/b214995401.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>You make me happy =)<div><br /></div><div>I love my loser!</div><div>I'm sorry I haven't updated my blogspot in awhile.</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-26054412543991689742010-06-09T19:49:00.000-07:002010-06-09T19:54:04.139-07:00Imperfection is individuality.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2dp1mJdKC1qblesvo1_400.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2dp1mJdKC1qblesvo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I'm thankful for meeting you.<br />Key Club <3Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-29319897527348606292010-03-28T18:17:00.000-07:002010-03-28T18:28:51.003-07:00If today was perfect there would be no need for tomorrow.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l00n5eBf0t1qzmnlso1_500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l00n5eBf0t1qzmnlso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I'm not satisfied with myself.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">I'm fat.</span></div>Usually everyone's like "WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU'RE NOT FAT.."<div>But how would they know? Maybe I tape up my fat on my body so it doesn't look like I do.</div><div>^ Just kidding, I swear I don't do that.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">I hate it when fat </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">jiggles</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">.</span></div><div>It's fucking disgusting.</div><div>This summer I will attempt to jog a mile or two everyday, go to the gym, and get some cardio workouts going.</div><div>As well as stomach fat, I know most of those result from <b>jeans</b>. Fuck jeans. Little lumps / small beer bellies are annoying. From now on, I'm doing <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">100-200 situps a day</span></span>.</div><div>I hate how I don't have time for anything right now,</div><div>and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"> I hate my </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">laziness</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">. </span>Oh goodness.</div><div>Tumblr's full of gorgeous girls, as you might've noticed.</div><div>They have <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">perfect</span> bodies, the perfect facial features, etc.</div><div>YEAH I NOTICE THESE THINGS, SO WHAT?! I'm sure everyone does too. I'm straight.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is one of the reasons why I'm unhappy, sometimes I'm a little self-conscious too.</div><div><b>Grasping the fat on my body parts, I frown in front of the mirror.</b></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-63939487424473364352010-03-17T19:03:00.000-07:002010-03-17T19:07:12.257-07:00Spilling my thoughts out.He started attempting to talk to me again. Since that morning of the earthquake. Don't IM me, just text me to start a conversation. Or even better, start one in real life. I still care about you, but it's just that things have changed. Feelings fade, but that doesn't mean you can't bring them back up again. I just want someone to talk to. Sure I have plenty of other people to discuss things with, but they're all different. They're not the same, they're not who I'm looking for. I know you can help me, and I can help you with whatever you need. But on one condition, don't get us started again.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-88300029021325956032010-03-14T16:25:00.000-07:002010-03-14T16:43:13.925-07:00They can't kill your dreams, so they assassinate your character.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xa7.xanga.com/86cf464125030265046636/z211351461.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://xa7.xanga.com/86cf464125030265046636/z211351461.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I love writing, I love opinions and quotes and expressions. It's so beautiful to know that you're not alone in this messed up world. It's relieving to know that someone else feels the same way you do.<div>^ That's how I feel when I read quotes that I can relate to.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">I had an <b>amazing</b> dream yesterday morning. </span>I woke up at 8, but went back to sleep til it was 9 for the Stussy Sale at my school.</div><div>In my dream, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i>I held his hand</i></span>. We sat on a rock after that long walk and I laid my head on his shoulder while our hands were attached. It was very adorableee!</div><div>I swear I was smiling in my dream. Does that mean I was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">smiling in my sleep</span>? That's pretty creepy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Too bad it was a dream, I hope it comes true <b>:</b>D</div><div><br /></div><div>My<b> current</b> favorite song is <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Sweetest Thing - Shane Piasecki</span></b> ♥</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-20996095508801299022010-03-08T22:35:00.001-08:002010-03-08T22:35:46.592-08:00/RantIt would be so much easier in the long run<br />to push you out of my life. To move forward,<br />never looking back at you. To pretend like the<br />last two years never happened and that you<br />are just a stranger. It would be so much<br />easier in the long run, but <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">it might kill me first</span></i>.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-65646420296242204442010-03-07T16:37:00.000-08:002010-03-07T17:04:00.866-08:00Just remember when things get tough, it might be stormy now, but it cannot rain forever.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1635345/tumblr_kyep6lnQHP1qziw8jo1_500_large.jpg?1267983882"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1635345/tumblr_kyep6lnQHP1qziw8jo1_500_large.jpg?1267983882" border="0" alt="" /></a>Please don't let the rain go away.<div>This whole week is going to be sunny.</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">GRRRRRRRRRRRRRREAT.</span></i><br /><br />I don't know what to do.<br /></div><div>Why do I even care anymore?</div><div>Wait, that's a ridiculous question.</div><div><b>Of course I still care</b>, you're my friend.</div><div>Why <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">wouldn't</span> I care about my friends?</div><div>You're happy, I'm content. That's good.</div><div><br /></div><div>That was <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;">the end</span></span></i>, a few months ago. Yes it was.</div><div>That thought can't seem to stick into my head.</div><div><br /></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-82778495428661648912010-03-06T19:21:00.000-08:002010-03-06T19:35:28.353-08:00We could be standing next to someone who is completely broken, and we wouldn't even know.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1535966/tumblr_kqt6xeUOQh1qzcso1o1_500_large.png?1266765017"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1535966/tumblr_kqt6xeUOQh1qzcso1o1_500_large.png?1266765017" border="0" alt="" /></a>I feel like my blogspot has been viewed 100 times ever since I last updated. That's weird, I don't even give out my URL to this blog.<div>I really appreciate everyone's interest in my blog though <b>:</b>)</div><div><br /></div><div>Lately sophomores at Arcadia High have been happy.</div><div>I'm seeing <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">love</span> everywhere I look, from each and every corner of my eye.</div><div>It makes me smile when my friends all have <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">warmly filled hearts</span>, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">hand in hand</span></i>. It's adorable.</div><div>But it makes me realize how lonely I am.</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">GET YOUR FLIRT ON TIFFANY.</span></b> </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, my birthday's in a month and two days.</div><div>I still have no idea what I'm doing for it.</div><div><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">& SADIES?!<br />It's possible.</span></b></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-501965694188843962010-02-10T20:01:00.000-08:002010-02-10T20:03:14.917-08:00Human beings are designed for many things; loneliness is not one of them.My mind is filled with envy,<div>and I can't do anything about it.</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-67768076356516183972010-02-08T22:26:00.001-08:002010-02-08T22:31:01.133-08:00My heart says "Handle with care".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1470842/tumblr_kxgn4baEaw1qa2txho1_500_large.jpg?1265686778"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1470842/tumblr_kxgn4baEaw1qa2txho1_500_large.jpg?1265686778" border="0" alt="" /></a>Some people should just back off on things that have nothing to do with them.<div><b>Mind your own fucking business.</b></div><div>I'd appreciate it. Thank you.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just wish people would let me handle my <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">own</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> things by myself.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">What does your say have anything to do with my situation?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">You're not the one to worry.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Why care?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I'm a fucking teenager, just like you. I can handle things alone. Thank you very much.</span></i></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-80320601209051285832010-02-07T22:33:00.000-08:002010-02-07T22:43:43.445-08:00Anyone can make you smile or cry, but it takes someone special to make you smile when you already have tears in your eyes.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxe99juGb41qzan0uo1_500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxe99juGb41qzan0uo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><b>^ Sadly, that's the truth.</b><br /><br /><div>I'm feeling great, better than ever.</div><div>Amazingly, I think I'll go back to <b>writing</b>.</div><div>When I was little I used to buy those <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i>black</i></span><i> and white</i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">composition</span> books to write stories in them.</div><div>I'll admit it, they were pretty <b>lame</b>.</div><div>Writing's one way to express your feelings.</div><div>It's a pretty <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">effective</span> way of expressing also.</div><div>I've gotten very lazy as I grew older.</div><div>Now I'm relying on my <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">computer</span></i>.</div><div>If I just <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">randomly</span> get pissed off about losing one of my stories, you can blame my computer for making the file <b>disappear</b>.</div><div>Despite all that, I've noticed that adding color to my posts doesn't make them brighter.</div><div>It just looks weird, maybe I'll add a bit more <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">color</span> to my happy posts.</div><div>However, this is not one of them.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Saturday evening/night was great</b>.</div><div>You make me happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>As for <i>you</i>, I don't really give a shit anymore. Go do whatever the hell you want with your life. Just don't come running back. I'm happy with what I have and where I stand right now.</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-41751160616788025352010-01-31T22:35:00.001-08:002010-01-31T22:39:09.020-08:00We need to learn how to trust each other.How's this ever going to work if all we're doing is constantly tripping, getting up, & falling all the time? Maybe all we're trying to do is get back at each other. All that we're feeling is <b>jealousy</b>. How did that word manage to sneak into our minds? Our thoughts about each other are already fucked up as it is, they don't need to get even<i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">more</span></i> complicated. Why don't you just sit there and think about what you're doing, for a moment? Think about what you've done, how it makes <i>you</i> feel, and most importantly, <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">how it affects me</span></i></b>. Sometimes you need to look at a situation from both sides. Think about what you're doing first. Remember, <i>actions speak louder than words</i>.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-24954678282367224002010-01-23T18:47:00.001-08:002010-01-23T18:47:45.275-08:00I like when we sit next to each other and your leg fits perfectly against mine. I like when our feet bump and we don't apologize. I like this comfort. I like this closeness. I like you.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-68530979537268845572010-01-17T16:59:00.000-08:002010-01-17T17:14:09.801-08:00There's a difference between living and breathing and there's a difference between love and regret.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw7q6mpEUf1qzh9ajo1_500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw7q6mpEUf1qzh9ajo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">When you're stuck loving someone, all you wanna do is stay away. But when that person shows even the smallest gesture of affection, all your efforts of moving on go down the drain.</span><br /><br />He texted me this morning.<div>Does this <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">always</span></i> happen?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">I'm afraid so.</span></div><div>It was perfect timing too cause I just woke up then.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Just as I was trying to let go of you</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Orchestra Movie Night & Spaghetti Dinner were<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"> two fun nights</span> (<b>:</b></div><div>I'm glad I went.</div><div>I really have nothing to say.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">ADIOS.</span></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-18226484212070148772010-01-03T22:28:00.000-08:002010-01-03T22:31:02.165-08:00If the heart is the strongest muscle, then why does it break so easily?<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1259837/tumblr_kvpgu8X3jn1qzmnlso1_500_large.jpg?1262586179" /><s>Thanks for telling me everything.</s><div><s>That's what best friends are for.</s></div><br />No not really.<br /><div>I'm feeling kind of empty.</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-88689791837764456452010-01-01T21:05:00.000-08:002010-01-01T21:14:17.696-08:00Just stop. I can't do this anymore. Just rewind and take me back to when we were perfect for each other,<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://x9e.xanga.com/261f9a3266135259326439/z204696423.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">Take me there! ^^^ </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">D</span><div><br /></div><div>My<b> first post of 2010</b>,</div><div>I'm sorry if my posts were boring you.</div><div>I'll try to make my posts way more interesting, in a way, just for you <b>:</b>)</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">By pushing me away, you pushed me into someone else.</span></span></i></div><div>I love Tumblr, mostly for their quotes.</div><div>Anyways, Jen got me hyped up & excited for our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;">birthday</span>.</div><div>APRIL 8TH, 2010. HEHHEHHE. Sweet Sixteen.</div><div>Honestly I think it should be Sweet <i>Eighteen</i>. But it doesn't sound right.</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-30128292794387877252009-12-31T23:03:00.000-08:002009-12-31T23:06:44.062-08:002009,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1242865/tumblr_ktdwvaN1f41qzvsqto1_500_large.jpg?1262320313"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1242865/tumblr_ktdwvaN1f41qzvsqto1_500_large.jpg?1262320313" border="0" alt="" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">You know, I might actually miss this year.</span></b><div>Despite the fact that I've cried so much more this year than the previous years, it was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">pretty enjoyable</span>.</div><div>There were days where it felt like I was having the best time of my life ;</div><div>but there were also those days that I just felt like <b>shit</b>.</div><div>Thank you, for all this.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Holaaa 2010, I'm ready for another wild ride.</b></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-6414848904873083512009-12-18T22:26:00.000-08:002009-12-18T22:39:46.052-08:00Just turn up the music and block out the world.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1169429/tumblr_kuh4j1b02K1qzfy6zo1_400_large.jpg?1261201539"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1169429/tumblr_kuh4j1b02K1qzfy6zo1_400_large.jpg?1261201539" border="0" alt="" /></a>Today was pretty much like a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">bad luck day</span></b> for me.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">First period</span> was fine, we just had a party. I attempted to talk to the super nice senior guy, and succeeded. But I didn't get his <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">phone number</span></i>, oh darn. Haha I like his phone. Blackberry (:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Second period</span>, I had the assembly first (triple second period). While the class was watching LOTF <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Lord of the Flies</span></i>, me Chih BrianChu KevinChai & KevinLin played <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Truth or Dare</span>. Apparently we were <b>too loud</b> so the teacher got pissed &yeah, we got in trouble. I blame it on Chih, LOL ): The teacher wrote our <i>names</i> down. I'm expecting a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">seat change</span> & our citizenship grades to go down to a U or N. I know it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">Sixth period</span>, It was alright. UNTIL HUY <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;">ELBOWED</span></b> HIS CUP OF <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">HOT CHOCOLATE</span> AND IT <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">SPILLED</span></b> ONTO MY CHAIR.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">Never</span> play Truth or Dare with boys.</b> Especially if you're the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">only</span> girl playing. The game gets dirty and hella perverted. FUUUCK LOL. D:</div><div>& I'm pretty confused about life right now.</div><div>We need more people to like at AHS, seriously.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">VOLUNTEERING @ THE ARBORETUM FOR KEY CLUB & ICE SKATING & HUY'S BIRTHDAY GATHERING TOMORROW! (:</span></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-19995441390762015322009-12-12T23:12:00.001-08:002009-12-12T23:13:35.067-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1133419/tumblr_kujtqnIjNW1qzr2q3o1_500_large.jpg?1260646251"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1133419/tumblr_kujtqnIjNW1qzr2q3o1_500_large.jpg?1260646251" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">What do I do with my life?</span>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-64931239677012170742009-11-29T17:12:00.000-08:002009-11-29T17:38:17.708-08:00I think,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/11/04/quote,statement,super,stars,color,message,stars-48f9beecafcda563778b882765d2480b_h.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://img1.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/11/04/quote,statement,super,stars,color,message,stars-48f9beecafcda563778b882765d2480b_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><i>Blogs should be kept private. Just to vent out your feelings.</i><div><i>You shouldn't show the WHOLE WORLD your blog.</i></div><div><i>Just like how if my parents found my blog, I'd be screwed. LOL.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">I realized a lot today.</span></b></div><div>I fall for the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">super</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"> nice</span> guys, they don't necessarily have to be <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">amazingly</span></i> cute.</div><div>Once I fall for them, they immediately <b>turn</b> <i>that kind of </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">cute</span>.</div><div>But then again, I've only got <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">one</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;">guy</span> in my heart &it'll stay that way for awhile. </div><div><b>THEN</b>,</div><div>After I joined the Facebook group <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'arial;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=187024169661&ref=mf" onclick="ft("4:9:12:674669497:::187024169661:0:::s:219822134497");" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: underline; ">We Used To Talk For Hours On End And Now It's Like We Never Knew Each Other</a></span></div> I started thinking about all the possibilities who "<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">we</span></b>" can be.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Trust me, there's a </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">lot</span></b>. So that got me thinking about my past for a couple of hours.</div><div>Especially since <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">you</span> joined that particular group too, I'm pretty sure you had the <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">thought</span></span></i> of me & you on your mind.</div><div><b>Secondly,</b></div><div>You never gave me that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;">teddy bear</span> you got me for Christmas <b>last year</b>.</div><div>If I had it, I'd be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">hugging & staring</span> at it every single day. But no you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">never</span> gave me it HAHA. So it's probably still in your room, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">who knows what</span></i> you're doing to it everyday.</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-78212836563512858522009-11-22T18:08:00.000-08:002009-11-22T19:05:24.517-08:00I am dying of boredom,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">so I will write about </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">you</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">.</span></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">I love talking about you</span>,</div><div>You have no idea how happy I get when I have a chance to just talk about you.</div><div>So on Friday <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">I hesitated about giving you a hug</span>. &I regret doing that.</div><div>The way you said bye to me, I felt guilty not giving you a hug. You deserved one.</div><div>From now on I'm not gonna hesitate &think, I'm just gonna <b>DO IT</b>.</div><div>I was hanging around the quad, away from the movie place (We were watching <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Up</span></i> @AHS)</div><div>My mind kept telling me to go over there and sit next to him but NO it took me like a hour to finally gather up my courage &go.</div><div>He was so cuteeee. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">If only</span> I had told him I was freezing. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">If only</span> he put <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">his arms around me</span>. Gotta stop the "if only"s (:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">♥</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); ">♥ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); ">♥ </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div>It's those <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">rare</span></i> I'll-never-find-those-anywhere-else <b>hugs</b> you'd give me, the ones that warms me up &leaves me feeling all cuddly inside.</div><div>& the time where <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you cried</span></i></span> because of some <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">mistake</span></b> I made &some<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCFF;"> little misunderstanding</span>.</div><div>& all those late night conversations we'd used to have before <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">music camp</span> back in 2008 ;D</div><div>& how you'd tell <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">your friends</span> about me before I even met them; now <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><b>all</b></span> you tell them is nothing.</div><div>& those <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;">enigmatic</span> smiles that always <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i>ends up on your face</i></span> whenever you're around me ♥</div><div>& times when we're <b>alone</b>, just <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">me&you</span>. like the time @<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Disneyland</span> where I asked you to Sadies <b>:</b>) they weren't lying when they said Disneyland was <i>the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">happiest</span> place on Earth</i>; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;">other than </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;">your arms</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"> of course</span>.</div><div>& your super sweet <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">text messages</span> that make my heart flutter ; reassuring me that you <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">care</span></b> (:</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612455309538760648.post-38805376024084466422009-11-08T18:38:00.001-08:002009-11-08T18:49:59.376-08:00Thinking of you makes me wonder if you're thinking of me too.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksrghlfAAZ1qa13pjo1_500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksrghlfAAZ1qa13pjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><b>I've waited too long. There's only a certain amount of time a person can wait. I'm not willing to wait forever.</b><div><br /></div><div>I know deep down inside, you still feel the same. &I'm sure.</div><div>But <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">you're the guy</span> &<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">I'm the girl</span>. I can't <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">do much</span></i> about us.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't help but get<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"> jealous</span></i>.</div><div>Sometimes, well most of the time, it's for the most <b>ridiculous</b> reasons.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been 1 year & 5 months already. I never knew I would've lasted.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">&THIS IS WHAT HIGH SCHOOL DOES TO YOU.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>There's always that <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">one</span></b> <i>high school sweethear</i>t that you simply <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;">can't</span> let go or get over.</div><div>In middle school, they were all just "little crushes" that didn't mean much even if you thought that "one special person" meant your whole world. Once you enter high school, it's different.</div><div>There comes the stage of loving <b>with</b> pain. That means <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">crying over the one you love</span>, staying <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">strong</span> throughout all the different times, dealing with a <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">broken heart</span></span></i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I love you :')</span></b></div><br />I can't wait for April 15-18th. The picture up there is SAN FRAN♥ That's where Orchestra's heading to during those dates. It won't be as fun without you there though</3Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08609524392477106895noreply@blogger.com0