<?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-13375418</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:54:17.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as I know it...</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello loves &lt;3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-115458078990795001</id><published>2006-08-02T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T15:52:41.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, almost over.</title><content type='html'>Wow, this summer's not over yet, but it's getting there. I want to re-cap what an amazing summer it really has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Graduation parties. What a way to start off the summer. I think everyone can agree that those parties were the best! Party hopping throughout the day and into the night, spending time with the same people and never getting tired of it...how incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Turning 18. So, it wasn't the highlight of my life, but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The World Cup!!! Wow, I have never been so into it before. I loved watching every game. I realized just how much I, along with mannnyyyyyy people, love soccer. Wooo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Family..I love them. I'm just glad I'm one of those lucky ones that get along with theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Getting my IB diploma..yes, receiving that helped my summer be amazing-er =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just hanging out with friends...no matter if it's dance parties, going downtown and watching comedy shows, going out to breakfast, lunch, and dinner, or five teenagers screaming at a spider, it's all been soooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Working. Goodness, I never thought the people I work with could impact me so much. I love them! I'm going to miss them soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepsss, that's about all for now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-115458078990795001?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115458078990795001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=115458078990795001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/115458078990795001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/115458078990795001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-almost-over.html' title='Summer, almost over.'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-115035463192296602</id><published>2006-06-14T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:21:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Have you ever had someone steal your heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You'd give anything to make them feel the same”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How are you all? Doing well, I hope =] This summer has been so much fun so far. It started out great with all the graduation parties, and seeing everyone every day-no matter how many times a day-was just so great. I honestly don’t know what I will do at the end of summer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mm, work is work. There are some days I don’t want to leave and some days I just want to scream if I have to say, “Have a good day sir,” one more time. Ah, well. I love and cherish my days off now. I want to fill up every day of summer doing something and so far, I think I’ve been doing a pretty good job :) I’ve been trying to hang out with everyone, do errands, and work out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was so good seeing Vitaly, Yuriy, and Laura. It seemed like they were gone for a very long time. I loved hearing all their stories. *sighhhh* I want to go somewhere. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went shopping today and found a cute party dress for my birthday&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I’m excited. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, I also saw the late show of &lt;i style=""&gt;Cars&lt;/i&gt;. It was pretty cute, but there are better ones made by Disney and Pixar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Annnd, I love sports so much. I hope you guys have been watching the World Cup&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It is too exciting. Haha, even though &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; lost badly. And how about them NBA finals&lt;b style=""&gt;?&lt;/b&gt; Rohini, you always make me laugh with the Da-WAYNE. Hehe. And the NHL fnals are so awesome. Tonight’s game was pretty much the most amazing one. I thought I would have to miss &lt;i style=""&gt;Cars&lt;/i&gt; because of it&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It’s always fun screaming in the phone to Lauren.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is fun, I’ll try to update more often. It’s so easy writing in my journal—can you believe I’ve kept one since the sixth grade?—but it’s so hard typing stuff out. Haha, I don’t know what I’m saying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry this entry is &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; random. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit!! &lt;/b&gt;Haha, I have a couple pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img106.imageshack.us/img106/3189/prommmmmmm1em.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/553/picture026copy5pj.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-115035463192296602?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115035463192296602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=115035463192296602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/115035463192296602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/115035463192296602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-114827560648404700</id><published>2006-05-21T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:26:46.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember?</title><content type='html'>So prom has passed. It was pretty fun :) Kinda overrated though, doncha think? I mean, the hours of primping and fussing were too long! But I had such a great time with my friends. It seemed like one last time to be together, since we're basically all going our separate ways soon. The limo was great, dinner was so delicious (I recommend La Fondue to everyone!), Invesco was nice, and after prom was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played broomball for the first time and it was such a great time!! Haha, I loved every second of it! I almost scored too.  =] And I laughed even though I fell and almost lost my bracelet. Oh, laser tag was so much fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But towards the end of the night, I was pretty much over it all. Guess you can call me a downer or whatever, but seriously. I was out by 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the IB assembly and I'm ready to get it over with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-114827560648404700?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114827560648404700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=114827560648404700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/114827560648404700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/114827560648404700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/night-to-remember.html' title='A night to remember?'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-114755319532498515</id><published>2006-05-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:46:35.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost done.</title><content type='html'>Haha, I am finally updating you crazy fools. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not much has happened since March 29th.  I'm so glad I'm officially done with English, Math, Biology, and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just realized how sad I'm going to be to say goodbye to everyone. Not everyone, but most people. People always say how they will keep in touch, but they never really do. That makes me sad. I'll try to keep in touch with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm happy about other things though! Like my psychology test (I really am =]), prom and after-prom-I better see everyone there!!-graduation, graduation parties, and starting work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. That's my update. Haha, everyone else's is so philosophical and meaningful, but whatevs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-114755319532498515?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114755319532498515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=114755319532498515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/114755319532498515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/114755319532498515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/almost-done.html' title='Almost done.'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-114370247391086500</id><published>2006-03-29T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:07:53.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while, part two :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I decided to revamp &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. This show is my latest &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;--sad, I know!!--so I decided what I could do with a layout featuring it. Hope you guys like.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can't wait until high school is over :) Well, &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I'm looking forward to the fun activities and events at the end of the year. Obviously not including those darn IB exams :/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How's everyone's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;Spring Break&lt;/span&gt; going? Well, I hope! Mine is going fabulous-ly. I love relaxing and not worrying so much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leave me &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love notes&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-114370247391086500?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114370247391086500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=114370247391086500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/114370247391086500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/114370247391086500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-while-part-two.html' title='It&apos;s been a while, part two :)'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-113445389759590421</id><published>2005-12-12T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:04:57.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>Wow..it has been quite a long time since I made a post. Well, I decided to put up a new banner and whatnot. It looked like I wasn't going to have any inspiration for a long time, but then who am I kidding? It's the holidays..there's inspiration everywhere :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing much has happened. Haha, really. Sometimes it seems like everything is going by in a whirl, and sometimes it just seems to dragggg. I can't believe we're all turning in college applications. It's always a party in the College Career Center :) I just love the way we've all kinda grown up. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely the little things that make life good. A smile, a hug, a note, a few words..yep. That's why my past weekend was great. Even French seems worth waking up early for. I know for a fact that every time I catch a bit of the sunrise, it's defintely gonna be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be crazy, but at least I got some of it done today..I just can't wait until winter break. I think we should all get together and do something. Not something big, but maybe pop in a movie, read, talk, just whatever. After seeing Ro's picture on her blog, I miss picnics and dance parties. Are they possible in winter? We'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are definitely good things to look forward to after this week:&lt;br /&gt;-Winter party&lt;br /&gt;-Birthday party&lt;br /&gt;-Dad leaves to India on the 24th..that's not a good thing :( I will miss him tons!&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;-After Christmas sales!&lt;br /&gt;-Hanging out with everyone&lt;br /&gt;-The New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a little bit ahead, but the Avs game on January 21st!! I am so excited, you have no idea. Lauren and I will be attending and it's against the Red Wings!! GRRR, I dislike them with a passion. And I will be seeing my favorite player in the world play! I really want to be a sports something when I grow up. How fun would that be. And not just hockey, but basketball, football, and maybe soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm glad a couple of my classes are ending. Especially T.O.K. Sorry guys, but I really don't understand the point in taking that class. Maybe that is the point. But whatever. Photo 2 has come to an end..almost. I admit, that class has been a little difficult, but fun-difficult =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, this is getting long, so I will talk to everyone later :) &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-113445389759590421?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/113445389759590421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=113445389759590421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/113445389759590421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/113445389759590421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-112770785720490822</id><published>2005-09-25T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:10:57.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanistic</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to be humanistic, well at least, think that way. For you psych kids, you know what I'm talking about. I used to be always optimistic and happy, but somewhere along the way, I changed. And I don't like who I've become..always sad and depressed about something, not looking forward to things, complaining all the time, not laughing as much. I think it hit me last week after homecoming when one of my bosses told me that I was "wavering." I wasn't in a good mood and I felt like crying. But I'm changing that now. Today, I was much more myself and everyone was glad to see me that way. I was back in my "teesa mood" as silly as that sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose that about myself. I love the way I was always happy last year, even last summer..and even this past summer. I was looking over my journal entries yet again, and they used to begin with.."today was such a great day.." and I would fill up pages on just one day, even if I didn't do all that much. Now, it's just "today was okay.." I mean, homecoming took up a mere paragraph. That's pretty sad. So, I will try to be happier, smile and laugh more, give more hugs and kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've also realized Jumanji is like the best movie ever. Haha, I'm such a kid. It's so much fun watching it with your parents. That's what I did last night, and it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Gattaca is also very awesome. Thanks Ro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-112770785720490822?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112770785720490822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=112770785720490822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112770785720490822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112770785720490822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/09/humanistic.html' title='Humanistic'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-112703304357553872</id><published>2005-09-18T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:44:40.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Yeah, so I just got home..it's about 2:35 am, and I can't sleep even though I have work in the morning. So many thoughts are rushing in my mind, so why not blog&lt;STRONG&gt;?&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Homecoming week: I actually dressed up for each day and it was nice to see everyone else in the school spirit. I got to shake it each morning for the senior dance. It made me really mad that they messed up the whole thing Friday afternoon, but at least we got to perform. &lt;BR&gt;The football game was nice, just the part of being there with everyone I love. The game itself was disappointing as usual, but what can you do? We had Village Inn afterwards, so it turned out okay :)&lt;BR&gt;Homecoming dance: Eh. Not so great. I didn't have fun. Dinner and bowling until 2 am was fun, but the dance was definitely not what I expected. I didn't have high expectations, but let's just say I had more fun dancing last year. But &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;everyone&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/STRONG&gt;looked gorgeous!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;SO..that's about it. I'm not feeling like I should be sad that this is my last year of high school. I'm seriously sick of it all. I cannot wait until I go off to college. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-112703304357553872?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112703304357553872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=112703304357553872' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112703304357553872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112703304357553872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/09/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming.'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-112580507971351068</id><published>2005-09-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:37:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times</title><content type='html'>So school has started, and it's going pretty okay. With work and French 6, it's all okay. Although, I need my Ro, Rabs, and Triv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast volunteering at the Denver Public Library. I will seriously remember that experience for a long time to come. It was the place where every kind of person could come together and share one passion..reading. And that's why that was my topic for T.O.K. on our O.P.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a great time watching The Brothers Grimm. Heath Ledger and Wentworth Miller (although he wasn't in the movie) stole my heart &lt;3. Congratulations to Rohini and Anandi for getting their licenses!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Lauren's post, and it reminded me of the Robert Frost poem, which reminded me of The Outsiders, which reminded me of lots of good memories...so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature's first green is gold,&lt;br /&gt;Her hardest hue to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Her early leaf's a flower;&lt;br /&gt;But only so an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Then leaf subsides to leaf.&lt;br /&gt;So Eden sank to grief,&lt;br /&gt;So dawn goes down to day.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gold can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-112580507971351068?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112580507971351068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=112580507971351068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112580507971351068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112580507971351068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/09/fun-times.html' title='Fun times'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-112476114232376982</id><published>2005-08-22T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:39:02.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>I've just been given a violent shove into the school year...getting up this morning was no problem. Going to French 6 and talking was great, but I couldn't function the rest of the day, I was so tired. But I love the language..so I really don't want to drop it. Besides, if other people can do it, I can as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I loved seeing everyone, but I forgot what it was like being in I.B. classes. It's all summed into one word: LOUD. People cannot keep their mouths shut. Especially in history. I really like Mr. Hawley, but I don't think I am going to enjoy that class very much if people can't stop talking. Biology and T.O.K. were both blah. I just wanted to leave during passing period, get into my Corolla, and drive. And keep on driving and driving and driving. Until I reached a spot where I felt like I belonged there. I wish my life weren't scheduled and so restricted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work today, but not to actually work, just to buy stuff. I think Starbucks will become my new best friend. Also, donuts and ice cream. I love my friends at work. It's so much easier to talk to them about stuff rather than close friends, I don't really understand why that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I finished my homework..now I'm going to enjoy watching Hamlet and eating ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like school. Except for friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-112476114232376982?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112476114232376982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=112476114232376982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112476114232376982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112476114232376982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-112356051645710739</id><published>2005-08-08T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:08:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>capturing one moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;capturing one moment.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Only if life could be as sweet as it is now. I wish that I could stay in one moment..that one special moment where &lt;EM&gt;everything&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;is right..you're with the right people, the place is perfect, and you just know that when it's done, it will become a great memory.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;The past few days have just been remarkably great. I haven't felt so happy in a long while..and now I &lt;EM&gt;really &lt;/EM&gt;don't want summer to end. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;On Saturday, I went down to the denver public library to do research on my EE and get lots of books. I felt &lt;U&gt;incredibly&lt;/U&gt; happy..I haven't been to that library in almost &lt;STRONG&gt;five &lt;/STRONG&gt;years. I seriously almost started dancing on those shiny wood floors. A smile kept creeping up on my face the entire time I was there..then on the way home, I loved passing those shops downtown spelled like "shoppe" and the cute little barbershop stand with half empty chairs waiting for customers. &lt;IMG src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/2846/vnvg0dx.png"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*sigh* &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;work that day was even good..I brought extra clothes to change and went to the clubhouse..I had so much fun that night. I love being with the friends that are honestly my family. I loved being able to just lay down on the pool chairs in the dark..since some stranger shut off the pool lights. I loved looking at the beautiful sky, rich with stars. I loved being able to close my eyes and listening to the familiar voices, telling stories and secrets. I loved being able to walk down the road, without a care and probably waking up neighbors in the process, with the people that I have loved since..forever, it seems. I loved being able to run around like children..and act like grown-ups to the younger ones.&amp;nbsp;And I loved being able to enjoy the presence of my elders..they are so proud of me, I just love them&amp;nbsp;all so much.&amp;nbsp;Gosh, how I wished I could live in that moment.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;On Sunday, I had my second eight-hour shift..and I didn't complain. My co-workers are absolutely brilliant. I found out that I am in love..with a handsome young man with the name of Jeremy Bloom &amp;lt;3 Maybe I will apply to C.U. haha. &lt;IMG src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/9729/happy5bt.png"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Today I had one of the best times as well. My brother and I arranged a brother/sister outing. We woke up early and he took us first to stop by the IMAX theater, to check out the times and buy the tickets.&amp;nbsp;Then he took us to the denver public library where we read..well, actually, &lt;EM&gt;he &lt;/EM&gt;read, while I ran around outside taking pictures :) But I did manage to sneak in a few pages of 100 years. We stopped by the art museum, only to find that it's closed on mondays..but that did not stop me from taking pictures..haha. Then, we had a wonderful lunch at &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;chipotle&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;. We stopped by the hospital, then went down to the IMAX theatre. We saw: &lt;EM&gt;The Mystery of the Nile&lt;/EM&gt;. Even before the film started, the whole experience just thrilled me. When I walked in, and saw those rows and aisles of seats up to the very top, memories instantly flooded me..of school field trips..where we just had to be sure where every one of our friends were sitting, where we switched seats countless number of times, and where we sat with our mouths open, amazed at what we were seeing. Well, to be honest, I really don't think anyone in that theatre enjoyed that film as much as I did. If you know me really well, you know that the place I have always wanted to go to has been Egypt. The film seriously brought tears to my eyes--even though it wasn't sad--the images, music, just everything was so compelling. I loved every second of it. &lt;BR&gt;please check out the pictures of my beautiful day here:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.createblog.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=95920" target=_new&gt;http://www.createblog.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=95920&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/338/thhappypinksmile1dd.gif"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I now wonder if I can live a better life without all these restrictions and guidelines. I mean, what if I don't go to school? I think I would learn so much more..I think my life would be far greater than it is now..at least to me. These past few days have really opened my eyes. Hm..&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-112356051645710739?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112356051645710739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=112356051645710739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112356051645710739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112356051645710739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/08/capturing-one-moment.html' title='capturing one moment'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-112296697745834328</id><published>2005-08-02T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T01:16:24.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;reminiscing&lt;/U&gt;//&lt;BR&gt;This summer has been incredible. I've gotten to meet new people and know others much better. Although this summer was off to a bad start for many reasons, it had lots of great moments:&lt;BR&gt;-turning 17&lt;BR&gt;-getting a new house&lt;BR&gt;-getting a job&lt;BR&gt;-hanging out with friends&lt;BR&gt;-basketball, wimbledon&lt;BR&gt;-dance parties&lt;BR&gt;-harry potter&lt;BR&gt;-senior pictures&lt;BR&gt;-wedding&lt;BR&gt;-staying up late&lt;BR&gt;-getting dressed up&lt;BR&gt;-looking at colleges&lt;BR&gt;-going out to breakfast/lunch/dinner&lt;BR&gt;-lemonade and crepes&lt;BR&gt;-dragonboat festival&lt;BR&gt;-heart to heart talks&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As incredible as it was, I can't help thinking of how even more incredible last summer was. I know for the people who experienced it with me would agree...I never felt closer to my friends than&amp;nbsp;that summer.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This summer was a growing up and learning experience. I have grown up a lot in these few short months.&amp;nbsp;I have experienced so many things that I feel like I&amp;nbsp;am ready to leave high school&amp;nbsp;now. I don't want to go&amp;nbsp;back. Not yet. I don't care about the work load, because&amp;nbsp;I &lt;EM&gt;know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/EM&gt;that we will get it done..I just want more moments to remember. I don't think that makes any sense, it's all jumbled in my mind. I just want to thank you guys for making great memories for me. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;now..here are pictures from having crepes and lemonade:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/1399/406000022tc.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/167/406000045yd.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/720/406000056ck.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/443/crepes37rz.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/3917/crepes47hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/1525/crepes27gx.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/4892/crepes53mu.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/2720/crepes13jb.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/6597/crepes63ze.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/203/crepes71fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/8218/crepes81th.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;leave me love notes. &amp;lt;3&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-112296697745834328?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112296697745834328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=112296697745834328' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112296697745834328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112296697745834328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/08/reminiscingthis-summer-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-112114249383777394</id><published>2005-07-11T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:28:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble baths, numbers, work, dancing, and this thing called love.</title><content type='html'>Changed my banner to match the mood I am currently in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. I love summer..I want it to go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I realize that the best cure for anything is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bubble baths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. They are just too lovely. So if you're hurting, feeling stressed, or just need an excuse to get away from the world, go take one now. And stay there until your fingers and toes get that pruny look. &lt;img src="http://img319.imageshack.us/img319/7834/vnvg5uv.png" /&gt; oh, and shopping helps, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also realized that some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can make me happy, while others make me terribly sad. I misplaced my I.B. pin number, so I had to call the office, where the kind secretary gave it to me. I was so nervous..but once I saw that 5, I was okay. Sheesh. I hate feeling like that. Then there's this other thing under the category of "weight." Okay, I know I have gained weight, but keep it to your goddamn selves. I don't need to hear it. So if you know what kind of numbers that's referring to, you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..hehe. &lt;img src="http://img327.imageshack.us/img327/6253/thheart53wz.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;..*le sigh* I loved the party, thanks to all the people who made it happen. I loved it..and I loved how I could dance without having to make it "look good." Just letting loose was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..haha. More on this subject later. But if you would like to leave me love notes, let me know how you feel about it. Yeah, it's complicated, but I want to know what you guys think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-112114249383777394?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112114249383777394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=112114249383777394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112114249383777394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112114249383777394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/07/bubble-baths-numbers-work-dancing-and.html' title='Bubble baths, numbers, work, dancing, and this thing called love.'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-112046373486975951</id><published>2005-07-04T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:55:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas in july</title><content type='html'>Hello loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty busy, so sorry for the no update. This was due to my lack of a computer the past week and a half. I must admit, I enjoyed having no computer and no television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have come to terms with my job. I pretty much like it now, only because of my co-workers. They are too awesome. &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally dismantled the christmas tree in our old basement and we moved the last of our boxes into the new house. I am officially moved into my new house now. I love it so much. I have space now..and I've also discovered my childhood belongings, which are great to look through! I have also discovered that I love reading in my bathtub =] Quite relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had lost interest in tennis, but after watching Wimbledon the past week, I love it for than ever. I was so happy that Venus won..this morning, I set my alarm for my "Wimbledon breakfast" but sadly I overslept till 8am, so I missed the first set. Oh well, I had to see Andy lose, but Roger was clearly the better player. What a great sport. I hope to become better at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my senior pictures done. How lovely! I haven't seen them yet, but the experience was well worth it all. I felt like someone important..all dressed up and stuff. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my birthday party the day after. I had so much fun and I was so happy. Although the day didn't start well, the night was the best..seeing all my favorite people in one place was everything I wanted. I hope everyone else had as much fun as I did. My brother loved my friends, which made me feel good too. He said he could tell that I was loved and cared about deeply from everyone. I love you guys so much. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my first paycheck yesterday. It felt so liberating, like I was finally doing something with my life. Most of it's going for the Europe trip funding. Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am worried about many things, I feel as though I need to take it day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I noticed I have this weird thing about me. Probably happens with everyone...do you ever feel attracted to someone that you don't really know that well? And that person is the complete opposite of what you imagined you would end up being with? I think that happens to me all too often. I also realized that I have a big imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I hate talking about my problems, because they seem so petty. I mean, who cares? There are so many other things going on in the world and I am probably the luckiest person. Jeez..I am one selfish person. And no, I am not fishing for compliments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-112046373486975951?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112046373486975951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=112046373486975951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112046373486975951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/112046373486975951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='christmas in july'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-111949973185618969</id><published>2005-06-22T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:08:51.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting lost in reading</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I decided to post two days in a row because today was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt;. It made me change the banner of my layout, too =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Borders&lt;/span&gt; before work and I completely got lost in the "&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;" of books. I now honestly can say that I will not have a problem spending entire days in libraries or bookstores. There was just so much to read, I just wanted to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;read everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I looked at so many &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;art&lt;/span&gt; books and they made me smile..and I also looked at girlosophy books and wow, they really changed my outlook on a lot of things. Haha, and I went there to read the books for school, but that so did not happen. Oh, I also read a book on the EuroRail travel..we have so many countries to visit. So I am definitely going to Borders more often now, not to mention other bookstores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity is a wonderful thing. Everyone has it, but not everyone uses it. So use it, people! Ahhh, I cannot wait to start on my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;scrapbook&lt;/span&gt;. It will be the most meaningful one yet. My two others are okay, but I really want to put everything in my third one. And I was bored, so I made a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to-do list&lt;/span&gt; (yes, again), of what I needed to do before I start. I need a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of supplies. My old ones are..well, old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img111.echo.cx/img111/3816/scrapbooktodo3vi.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-111949973185618969?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/111949973185618969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=111949973185618969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/111949973185618969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/111949973185618969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/06/getting-lost-in-reading.html' title='getting lost in reading'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-111932986946806697</id><published>2005-06-20T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:02:10.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another year older.</title><content type='html'>well, let's get &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; out of the way. I added new modules//be sure to click on the one campaign link and sign up please =] and I'm going to add a new &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hayden christensen&lt;/span&gt; layout, but it will probably go on my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So my &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;17th birthday&lt;/span&gt; was yesterday. thanks to everyone who called and gave me presents..it was all too sweet and too nice for words. I love it how just for one day, a single person can experience &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so much love&lt;/span&gt; and they don't have to feel selfish about it (: My brother also took me to see &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Star Wars//Episode III&lt;/span&gt; again on Saturday. It was even better the second time around. Ahhh, I love Hayden Christensen toooooo much. haha, I'm sounding like a little kid, so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went on a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mini shopping spree&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday present and also had time to purchase an unread &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt; book..yay. &lt;u&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/u&gt; was getting a little boring.&lt;br /&gt;I know I said that something was missing, but that space is starting to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fade&lt;/span&gt; a little. I thought I needed something physical, but I think I am content with my friends around. I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you guys so much. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and I am going to start working on that &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;list of things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. if you guys have any good ideas of what to add, please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I have currently gone &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icon &lt;/span&gt;crazy..again. triv, hope you like some of these! I decided to share my favorite ones with you. mind you, I am not talented enough to make these, but I am going to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/3671/4j3y388hk.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/5420/cokeunut2dg.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/2747/forgetnothing7ji.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/787/sisterhood8dp.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/6695/thwelcometoparadise6ce.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/1461/untitled1le.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/9843/z56279473ki.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/395/z62873623wu.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/1369/z63211464vq.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/2002/5w08yf4gm.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, that's enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit//okay, here are a couple for you Triveni. Sorry, they suck..I'm a beginner at this, so give me time =] And it was hard to find good pictures of him, so if you have any send them to me. I also didn't know what to write on them, so tell me that also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img184.echo.cx/img184/1204/triveniicon16ra.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img184.echo.cx/img184/1043/triveniiicon27te.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-111932986946806697?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/111932986946806697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=111932986946806697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/111932986946806697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/111932986946806697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-year-older.html' title='another year older.'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-111880935413403197</id><published>2005-06-14T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T21:41:43.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>passing me by</title><content type='html'>I feel as if I'm wasting my time, even though it's time to relax and enjoy myself. I like the feeling of contentment without feeling guilty from not studying..but I feel as though the good years of my life is just passing me by. I mean, I could be doing so many other exciting things right now, but I am just sitting here. So last night I couldn't sleep again, so I made a list of things I have to do/see/visit before I die. Things are going to be added to the list constantly, so this is no way a final thing. And it's not listed in any particular order.&lt;br /&gt;-Visit Europe//all of it&lt;br /&gt;-Visit a planetarium&lt;br /&gt;-Lay down on an open field and look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;-Sip hot chocolate outside in the middle of winter&lt;br /&gt;-Really dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;-Fly in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;-Visit the Amazon Rain Forest//this has been one of my goals since the fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;-Visit remains of the Titanic&lt;br /&gt;-Help AIDS victims in Africa//my passion since forever.&lt;br /&gt;-Go to Hollywood and audition for something random =)&lt;br /&gt;-Go to a library and read all day&lt;br /&gt;-Swim with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;-Go to the moon//I can dream, can't I? (:&lt;br /&gt;-Order room service all day at a hotel&lt;br /&gt;-Visit an art museum and look at art until museum closes&lt;br /&gt;-Visit Egypt and study mummies, ancient ruins, and pyramids//another one of my passions since forever&lt;br /&gt;-Go to NBA finals/championship/all-star games&lt;br /&gt;-Go to a Superbowl&lt;br /&gt;-Go to a World Series game&lt;br /&gt;-Attend a masquerade//preferably in Italy :)&lt;br /&gt;-Somehow face my fear of heights&lt;br /&gt;-Stay up all night and watch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;-Watch the sunset on the beach&lt;br /&gt;-Go out at 3 am--I got this idea from Rohini's profile (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*..I feel like we should be living out our grand adventures &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;. Avec mes cocos. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit//today I found a box of my old stuff from elementary school, even an old journal that I lost track of. All those mementos really sent this feeling of nostalgia through me. Life used to be a lot simpler in those days.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will stick all the things I found in my scrapbook..which I will be starting in July after I get&lt;em&gt; all&lt;/em&gt; my pictures developed and supplies. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about all for now. Leave me love notes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-111880935413403197?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/111880935413403197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=111880935413403197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/111880935413403197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/111880935413403197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/06/passing-me-by.html' title='passing me by'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13375418.post-111820288248770742</id><published>2005-06-07T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:54:42.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog..kind of</title><content type='html'>Hello loves. So I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got one of these blogger things..I think I might like &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;xanga &lt;/span&gt;a little better (: But once I get the hang of designing with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;, I think I will love it. But for now, the layout will stay &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;..hope you guys like.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't really know what to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt;, so I will just say what's on my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;I am loving &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;summer &lt;/span&gt;so far..but there is something missing. I don't know how to explain this feeling, but there is. Like an empty space that can't be filled right now. I don't know. I miss seeing everyone. So there shall be a party! Haha, so keep your &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;calendar open&lt;/span&gt; during the last &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;week of June&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure of the date yet, but I will let you all know. Alright, so I guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;notes =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13375418-111820288248770742?l=bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/feeds/111820288248770742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13375418&amp;postID=111820288248770742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/111820288248770742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13375418/posts/default/111820288248770742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballbabiegrl.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-blogkind-of.html' title='First Blog..kind of'/><author><name>Teesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801924166378243634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5905/seniorpc38rn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
