<?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-594605982320908354</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:43:17.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EpicLog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-5157726852506596097</id><published>2010-04-25T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:56:13.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROUGE them lips RED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=edit9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/edit9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=edit8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/edit8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=edit7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/edit7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=edit6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/edit6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=edit5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/edit5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=edit4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/edit4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=edit3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/edit3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=edit2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/edit2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=edit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/edit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=edit10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/edit10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/?action=view&amp;current=greaserXjoannasbirthday004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/greaserXjoannasbirthday004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-5157726852506596097?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/5157726852506596097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=5157726852506596097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/5157726852506596097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/5157726852506596097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2010/04/rouge-them-lips-red_25.html' title='ROUGE them lips RED'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-3347202155925753283</id><published>2009-12-03T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:27:51.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair to dye for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;that is a lame ass title but whatever. you get it. i dyed my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/8588/033p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/8450/034i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/7302/035cvj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/7302/035cvj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/6680/031nt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img707.imageshack.us/img707/8434/032p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/6442/030h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-3347202155925753283?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/3347202155925753283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=3347202155925753283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/3347202155925753283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/3347202155925753283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2009/12/hair-to-dye-for.html' title='hair to dye for'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-5547179049911497779</id><published>2009-05-11T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:27:11.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-5547179049911497779?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/5547179049911497779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=5547179049911497779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/5547179049911497779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/5547179049911497779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2009/05/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-3479119486327514251</id><published>2009-01-13T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:41:35.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i AM permitted to drive</title><content type='html'>Hell yeah dude!I got my mo'fuggin permit today!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/crazie_meiko/IMG_6228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty shitty process though. It's the DMV, what do you expect?Well this time was extra shitty because the lady that gives you your number(G245,G288), and is SUPPOSED to check your paperwork so you don't have a problem, screwed me over! When I finally get to the window, the lady says that she needs the original copy of my birth certificate. Yeah, I didn't have it. So we basically waited for nothing. Horseshit. It was time to pick up young Krystal at St. Eddie's so we picked her up, then went home to get the OG birth certificate. That somehow took about an hour and we waited yet again. I was so tired and I had a headache. Finally, our number gets called and everything else runs smoothly from there on out. I didn't know that I was going to get my photo taken so when they told me, I was like...crap. There was nothing to do but comply and take a picture; it is just a picture. When she gave it to me I felt really old. So I took my test. The lady graded it in front of me and I HATE that. I can't stand people reading my stuff in front of me. I was so nervous I had to cover my eyes hahahh! I opened my eyes when I heard the marker of doom snap open. At first, she only dotted two on the front. I was so relieved...then she flipped it over. That's when the fun began. I knew I was going to get a shit load wrong in the end--like I always do--so I grew tense. Then she deCAPitated(hahah get it? deCAPitated like taking off the markers head but it's really the cap? XD) the red devil and went dot-happy. I always cut it close. I was mentally keeping a tally in my head and I counted six; I was waiting to see if it'd reach nine XD. I saw her write a big "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-6&lt;/span&gt;" on it and I give Mom the "HELL YEAH!" look. Hahahah! I was so happy. I hate retaking tests and stuff, such a hassle. That's why I stress out so much about my work. If I don't do it the first time, there's about a 97% chance I won't ever do it again, unless I REALLY have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Speaking of retaking things, I am proud to announce that I will NOT be retaking Chemistry 1B! HELL. YEAH. I totally hated it and there was no way I wanted retake a class that I already got credit for. Psh! So next semester is going to be great because it will be exactly the same as this semester's just "Library Science" for sixth period. That's basically a whole period with Chavira hahhahah fun :P With that settled, I updated Father on this news and he is now more lenient towards the idea of me traveling with the boys' tennis team. Now let me get this straight...I am not a whore. I don't want to travel with them so badly because they are boys, no. I love tennis and missing class/going home late for it just makes it that much better. And last year when I was with them all the time, I got mostly positive outcomes from it. From jv1 to v1? Damn. I'd like to thank boys' tennis for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ryan got me thinking about next year. I'm totally ready to chill after being a nerd. I always said that my freshman and senior years were going to be my easiest years. And you know what? I'm going to stick to that. I decided not to take the unnecessary classes like math and science. First of all, I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;challenged &lt;/span&gt;in those areas with some exceptions. You really only need two years of science and three years of math anyways. I'll be done with those after this year...hopefully. So that gives me two extra periods. Here's what I decided:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AP Lit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AP Computer Science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Economics/Government&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;History of Motion Pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tennis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sound good? Yeah two AP classes and HOMP are not chill but I wanted to put a little more value into my diploma, okay? Besides, I need fillers and 1)why stop the above average Language Arts ride when I'm good at it and I've been doing it for the (soon to be) last two years? 2)computer science sounds really interesting and my friends will be with me...hopefully 3)HOMP would be cool so I can make the horror films I always think of in my head--weird but true. I think Photo 2, Computer Science, and HOMP could all tie together and I'd become this sickass movie maker or something. So do you get where I'm coming from? Next year will be chill and inspiring. Or at least I'm hoping to make it seem that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-3479119486327514251?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/3479119486327514251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=3479119486327514251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/3479119486327514251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/3479119486327514251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-permitted-to-drive.html' title='i AM permitted to drive'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-832268971742554604</id><published>2008-12-15T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:08:49.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadie hawkins dance in my khaki pants</title><content type='html'>I found a Sadie Hawkins outfit for Joann and I.It's supposed to be a kind of 80's but Joann and I decided not to be totally 80's.We wanted something hot but going a little with the theme.Matching dresses were a must so we decided on red and blue.Joann and her date (Nick Tran) are going to wear red--matching of course so that leaves me and my date (Chris Tran) with blue.We figure that we should base our outfits on how our guys would look because hey,Joman and I can pull off anything!Hahahha!Here's Joman's outfit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.red strapless dress from Forever 21-$13.50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/57250726-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/57250726-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. stirrup leggings Target-$6.99&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWUDIGWVUHw/R2L8hvgQDaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Jd9BJ7q7ufI/s1600/AC001_D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. peep toe flats shaped like this but a different color&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N12culqjjeA/R50kL0MFgYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nEuIRkKCAWY/s320/59+seconds+%3B+supercute+peep-toe+flat,+red,+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4.beaded necklace (different color) Claire's-$3.50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.claires.com/images/products/23937_200.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;This isn't the final outfit but right now we're just brainstorming.We'll probably change some things but that's my vision so far. My outfit will be pretty much the same just a different dress color.What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-832268971742554604?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/832268971742554604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=832268971742554604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/832268971742554604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/832268971742554604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2008/12/sadie-hawkins-dance-in-my-khaki-pants.html' title='sadie hawkins dance in my khaki pants'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWUDIGWVUHw/R2L8hvgQDaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Jd9BJ7q7ufI/s72-c/AC001_D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-2511649510619635320</id><published>2008-10-28T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:37:37.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first the worst, second THEE BEST</title><content type='html'>hell yeah dood.we are now second in league!we beat fricken POLY!holy crap?we beat them twice this season but today was tricky.sabrina swept,mary and nicole got 2 out of 3.mandrea won 1,catherine and i 2, and none for joann and arielle.omg.i swear i had to pull that last win out of my ass!!we really needed every point.it was 3-3, then 6-6, then 8-8 and the last two were crazy close and intense.it was nicole and mary's sets.they were both down then won!&lt;br /&gt;i would describe this wonderful day much more but i really want to hurry so i can get ready for tomorrow,finish pooline's present,and sleep early.i went to sleep at fricken 2 yesterday!ridishit!ha just made that up now.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i thought beating poly is a milestone in my life so yeah.had to jot it down :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-2511649510619635320?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/2511649510619635320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=2511649510619635320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/2511649510619635320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/2511649510619635320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-worst-second-thee-best.html' title='first the worst, second THEE BEST'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-216193296186533662</id><published>2008-10-20T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:10:22.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>top ten reasons to date a tennis player</title><content type='html'>10- They're always looking for a good opportunity to come up.&lt;br /&gt;9- They can do it with two people or four.&lt;br /&gt;8- They have good hands.&lt;br /&gt;7- They grunt when the action heats up.&lt;br /&gt;6- They know how to make a racket.&lt;br /&gt;5- They can hit it from all angles.&lt;br /&gt;4- They got the endurace to last 3 hours - straight!&lt;br /&gt;3- They're good with their balls.&lt;br /&gt;2- They know just what to do with their stick.&lt;br /&gt;1- Even when they aren't scoring, they're in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO i found that on urbandictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;cute and funny right?&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-216193296186533662?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/216193296186533662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=216193296186533662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/216193296186533662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/216193296186533662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-ten-reasons-to-date-tennis-player.html' title='top ten reasons to date a tennis player'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-464285585644576945</id><published>2008-10-14T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:14:38.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can die and go to hell right now</title><content type='html'>wow.i think i've finally grown up.what is a naive 16 year old to know about being grown up right?i know enough to accept myself completely and be independent.sure i still love danny--and i'm probably still in love with him--but right now i can live my life knowing that we probably aren't going to be together.i know it was probably only a month ago that i was all depressed about the future.i still kind of am but at least now i know how to deal.right now, tennis is the only thing in my life.sad to say but true.i feel like i've been alone for so long it just doesn't hurt anymore, it's just my way of life right now.i loved my life before when i was helplessly happy, but now i've found a new kind of bliss.even though i'm alone,i can find something to smile about.why would i miss being happy if i can just be happy?stilll, i find myself crying when i listen tosongs that bring me back to my evident happiness.i'm still getting used to this new complacent place of mine, but for now, it will have to do.it's kind of hard to describe it.it's a like a sweet and sour kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.i came here to describe how happy i was and now i'm getting all sad.well before this, i had this amazing apiphany i've been longing to experience.i felt that i have acheived everything i ever wanted in my life.i found my true best friend, someone to complete me,confidence,and stability.four things and i've thought i've conquered the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm an independent person.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need someone to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;i accept myself,especially my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing pretty well in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now quick, someone shoot me before i change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but somewhere along the way i lost myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-464285585644576945?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/464285585644576945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=464285585644576945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/464285585644576945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/464285585644576945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-die-and-go-to-hell-right-now.html' title='i can die and go to hell right now'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-1305937225455571397</id><published>2008-09-06T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:47:04.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back on track</title><content type='html'>yo so guess who decided to come back.i still feel like this blog's name is pretty lame but whatever.nicole has inspired me to come back.plus i have photo for first period so maybe we'll be seeing some lovely photographs?eh probably not for a few weeks because we don't have our camera's yet(well i do--2 actually) and we're doing everything non-digital.owesome right?hahah danny.ehm well anyway...basically it's going to be a long process.not like i have any readers yet so is all good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started and it's pretty good.i like my schedule.ap exams are gonna suck. $83 to fail an exam?no thanks.but why take the class and not the exam?but why take the class if community college-bound?i guess i'll balance it out by not taking SATs.what an asian am i?i only took ap classes cause i actually like literature and psychology.and who knows,maybe i'll major in them :) but what sucks is that my apla class will mainly be about taking the exam.damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis is kind of gay and straight at the same time.i've been sucking then pwning.wtf is up with that?very frustrating.so there are like 10 girls for varsity doubs and i'm one of them.gotta keep it on lock or BAH BYE varsity.i think i impressed kaura(some days''/) hopfully enough that he'll save a spot for me on varsity :).i feel bad looking over to see paola,my doubs partner, at the jv end of the courts though.i remember last season that happened.i stayed with varsity and she left with jv to play one of our league schools.ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this danny guy.heh yeah.same old shit.you'd think it'd be over by now but no.the whole summer all i did was run and feel miserable.all that got me was a low BMI and an even lower self-esteem.funny how i lose weight(i'm 133 now!at the start of summer i was 142!) but still unhappy.well on tuesday i figured it out.i'm--or atleast feel--incomplete without that bastard danny.then i realized that there is a possibility that there &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; a chance we could never &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; again.how.depressing.not in a million years what i wanted.that just killed me.even more than it did back in april.it sucks to know anything can happen.as the days pass,the future becomes a little more apparent.it's really hard losing the ones you love.lately i've been feeling so alone.the whole summer actually.like the 3 most important people in my life are pretty much gone or going away.mariel-lost her freshman year because she's in corona.nicole-cause she's either at rodney's or college.danny-he's lost in his ambitions and i can&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; distract him what so ever.although, i believe education is important and i can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that saying,"if you love someone,you'd let them go."sorry danny,i just can't.as much as i want to,i seriously can't.even if i do,it's for like 15 minutes the most.sorry,you just mean too much to me.i hate it as much as you do,i'm sure.no matter how busy i am,you magically shimmy into my thoughts whenever you want.no matter how many cute guys i see--even cuter than you!omg yeah that's possible--i can never imagine myself with them.i can't see me with anyone else.i'm trying to imagine myself with someone, but no other dream guy comes to my head.only you.i'm sorry i love you,daniel lee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-1305937225455571397?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/1305937225455571397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=1305937225455571397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/1305937225455571397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/1305937225455571397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-on-track.html' title='back on track'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-4810766308816555280</id><published>2008-06-13T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:14:25.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it begins</title><content type='html'>first day of summer woot woot yeah?i don't know i feel a bit indifferent about all of this.yesterday was nicole's graduation and last day of school.damn i'm getting old hahah.i hate this feeling.for one thing,i'm bloated as FUCK(like that makes sense).and another thing, danny.what the fuck is up with that guy.i try to play it off like i don't care but i can't help it.i think that if i don't think about it,it'll be out of my hair.this whole ordeal with this guy is just weird and confusing.his like one big mood swing.one week he'll be like the sweetest guy,then the next he'll be a jerk.i don't know...he's just..ugh -__- he's a big cock head and needs to be turned off hahah.ahhh he's driving me insane.i really like him but..i don't know i just can't put it into words.like he almost makes me feel like and idiot for caring about him so much.i know he probably cares but he really can't show it.like he has his moments but his ass moments seem to erase his sweet moment.i think it's just me and my paper heart.hahah wow what an emo yuck!i'm so over those stupid stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;ugh danny's a jerk.nah i'm just super sensitive and take things the wrong way.whatever.i need to start being more independent.i think that's a big issue for me.he acts like i mean nothing to him so i'll just do the same.i'm over him,he's over me...ugh i don't want that -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about danny is that he's different.this isn't some stupid naive crush.this really does seem different.or atleast it was.after he said it was over in april..it just kind of changed e v e r y t h i n g.man he'll never know what he did to me.i hate that i love him hahah.that song is almost too perfect "/ i know i'll never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;you know what?i really do deserve better.i't's just so hard to forget the past.i really do miss how everything was.man i just hate being me right now.i feel so alone.all i wanted was someone to love me.someone to make me happy.some to care for me.someone for me to love,make happy,care for...&lt;br /&gt;then i ended up with danny.i think i actually love him.and having your emotions toyed with just isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i hate this bullshit on with what a wonderful day i had today :P&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early because rodney called asking for help.he just had me email his boss.my stomach was still hurting from the night before so already my day was crap.this summer i promised myself to run atleast 10 mintues a day so i was going to start today.mom was home that didn't make me feel any better.i ran to pauline's house because we're going to get fit together.she couldn't but i stayed at her house a bit and planned our get-fit plan.then i ran around the hood 4 times.got home.worked out some more.mom and krystal left for watch kung fu panda and such.rodney came.we were going to join mom and krystal to get nicole's ear pierced but mom said that she already left so we turned around about bought rodney's car oil.went home but didn't have keys so we had nothing to do.we parked at target but we didn't have money to waste and we didn't feel like going inside so we just sat in the car.i was burnt out so i fell asleep.i rested for what seemed like 15 minutes but it was really an hour.by the time i woke up,nicole and rodney decided to go to his house.we stayed there for maybe an hour and went home.mom and dad left so rodney had to leave.danny called and said he wanted to hang out but i kind of told him he couldn't cause mom and dad left.then he said nevermind so i asked him if he'd want to hang out another day and he just basically said no.it's probably just me but that came off really jerky.ugh whatever i don't that shit.i don't need him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great way to start off summer huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-4810766308816555280?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/4810766308816555280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=4810766308816555280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/4810766308816555280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/4810766308816555280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594605982320908354.post-5265372942865670763</id><published>2008-05-21T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:28:28.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>name explain nation</title><content type='html'>i'm a retard that forgot how to spell explaination so i just put it like that hahah.damn.so for this first blog i thought i'd share with you MY explain nation of this blog's name...&lt;br /&gt;my last blog's name was "t r e e t h i n k s" and now i'm like...no.i haven't been there since february and i only posted one entry so i'm just like fuck it,make another one. i wanted something new-not my usual "said the rabbit" or "craziemeiko".i was thinking treesauce but it doesn't sound that great.i wanted to play with my words more.then the word epilouge popped into my head.it could sound like "epic-log" so i was just like why not?i'm not sure the exact definition of epilouge is but it's like a story's after party or something hahha.whatever.that's about it.this post is like 2 days late so yeah.i'm painting my nails right now and i don't want to mess them up so i'll post more when they're completly dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594605982320908354-5265372942865670763?l=epiclog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/feeds/5265372942865670763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594605982320908354&amp;postID=5265372942865670763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/5265372942865670763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594605982320908354/posts/default/5265372942865670763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiclog.blogspot.com/2008/05/name-explain-nation.html' title='name explain nation'/><author><name>EpicLog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738700258573673642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
