<?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-6652961904479667807</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:27:23.649-07:00</updated><category term='heartless'/><category term='single'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Mestiza = Best of Both Worlds</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a way for me to randomly express how I feel at that given moment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-2272387044122222280</id><published>2010-01-06T22:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:19:54.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope I accomplish what I need/want to do. I pray I finish my bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I actually get into a pharmacy program (in either a year or two or a few haha). Here's looking at you Loma Linda &amp; Western University, I had a lack of faith cuz of how hard it is and the fact that I'm not super smart. But I read online that if I truly want to go for it, just do it. I just was looking at back-up options, since it WILL take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many plans but I need to accomplish the baby steps first before leaping and saying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at nursing as a possible option, its a good career yes, and to all future nurses and nursing graduates you are awesome, you have the drive and determination to accomplish a field that so many ppl are afraid to go into including myself. I'm confident I would be able to handle the workload/hw/school but the thing is IDK if I would be able to handle the whole profession. I was traumatized by the death of my dad a few years ago and it is VERY hard to see people suffering, I cannot handle the ICU unit. I know you can accomplish anything that you put your mind to but I prefer pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently work at a pharmacy, as a pharmacy clerk I am learning alot, about medications, generics, refills, how to handle certain pts, controlled medications, and insurances. Its quite fascinating and it helps that the ppl I work with are funny, nice BUT serious when its crunch time. Everyday can be like a battlefield, you gotta be ready for anything. But the main thing is that its hard field/program to get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning during the summer *while on break from school, i prolly will take summer classes as well*, to take a Pharmacy tech class, i don't need to do internship hrs since I already work for a pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I plan on getting my pharmacy tech license, finish my bachelors and go from there. Apply to schools needed and take/improve on classes that I need to do to increase my success. Maybe I'll just be happy with my bachelers but I want to keep pushing for my masters. I was scared to grow up and see my possible future but all I see now is that I'm getting older, I need to stop wasting time, and look at the fact I'm 22 now, no longer 16. Before you know it I'll be 25! then 30... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make my family proud, I've slacked off long enough, I need to just shut up and do it already. I'm very proud at my older sister, she's going to be an LVN soon and she's juggling at being a mom, a wife and she works! AND she's going for her RN when she moves back here to CALI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After college, comes my career and after that THEN comes marriage. Heck me and my coworker already have come up with our weddings, rings *tiffany's with matching wedding band pls* just missing the groom hahaha. I want my own house first, I want out of the desert, I know i'll be back but I just want to temporarily move away from here. Possibly live near LA not too close or too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around me, everyone's going places and growing up, married, engaged, kids *shudders* sry but i know thats ONE thing I'm not ready for LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT to be engaged or at least in a serious relationship by the age of 25. Hopefully by then I have most of the things I want done. I want my future bf/fiance/husband to at least have a college education, I need someone who has the drive/motivation to succeed and looking at a real career. and no i don't date people from the desert, sorry to disappoint ;] hahaha but the connections here run too deep and besides I like someone already but we're both focusing on other things. I don't think men handle stress as well as women can. But patience pays off and only time will tell. Like an etch-a-sketch we got shook up and seems like its starting all over again. BUT FIRST ME then YOU. I think thats how you're thinking as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised my mom I would pay for my brother's college tuition and I plan on sticking by that. He graduates in 2013. I'm pushing him to do well in his studies, I'm very sure he'll do well academically. I told him not to screw up like I did. I regret some choices I have made but they were made. I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make things happen. I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MAKE IT. I WILL FINISH. I WILL HAVE ALL THAT I WANT. just give me time =] I'll get there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God, I put all my faith and trust in you. Put me on the path that leads me to a successful and happy future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-2272387044122222280?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2272387044122222280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=2272387044122222280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/2272387044122222280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/2272387044122222280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hope-i-accomplish-what-i-needwant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-3687763678390624375</id><published>2009-10-08T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:37:23.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good =]</title><content type='html'>I got a job at a Pharmacy as a Pharmacy clerk! So far I'm enjoying it, the staff is great and my bosses are kind. School is going well, hopefully I get done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-3687763678390624375?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3687763678390624375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=3687763678390624375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/3687763678390624375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/3687763678390624375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good =]'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-6408105145935191665</id><published>2009-06-09T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:51:05.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know your love lif is in trouble when....</title><content type='html'>your mom, you cousin's grandma AND your aunt try to set you it with someone. and you know you're really in trouble when they say "i want to introduce you to someone, as a friend lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so awkward in my entire life. A whole party happening on the other side of the room but me in the corner, with my mom, aunt and grandma and the guy facing me. making meaningless small talk. they could have handled it alot better instead of making it so awkward. but of course i was polite, said hi and shook his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a few minutes of uncomfortable talk, i was allowed to go back to my other cousins. After that I was teased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was telling me about how he had his own place, paid off his truck, good job, and all that jazz. He is way older than me. I told my mom I wasn't looking for a boyfriend or husband or anything like that but she said he was nice and that he would be able to give me what i wanted and be able to take care of me. i understand my mothers concern because i have not really brought anyone home in the past year. I have dated tho just I haven't brought any of them home. i think she fears that i will be an old maid. lol she was kinda contradicted what she has always said to me, not to date. I told her he's kind of too quiet for me, which she rebutted that i too am quiet but i came back saying if i am comfortable with that person i am not quiet. I told her I'd give him a chance IF he has enough guts to court me. I'm secretly hoping he doesn't. But if he does, I should give him a change cuz who knows what would happen. I just don't think we're compatible and nor would we get along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has disapproved of almost every guy I liked. Psht one time she even stuck up for the psycho guy when i liked this other guy that she didn't like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda just don't want to deal with bs anymore. maybe i should just get married and that would be the end of everything. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-6408105145935191665?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6408105145935191665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=6408105145935191665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/6408105145935191665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/6408105145935191665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-your-love-lif-is-in-trouble.html' title='you know your love lif is in trouble when....'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-2497790200871375325</id><published>2009-04-28T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:23:29.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laggin'</title><content type='html'>Man, i was laggin in school but now i've put my ass back in check, settled on a major. soon i'll be done, soon i'll be out of the desert, soon i'll be on my own. i took a lil detour in my life but i'm back. and i'm out for blood nukkas. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-2497790200871375325?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2497790200871375325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=2497790200871375325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/2497790200871375325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/2497790200871375325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/laggin.html' title='Laggin&apos;'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-6091757207311987182</id><published>2009-03-24T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:18:03.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While reviewing my notes for my next exam</title><content type='html'>this caught my eye, DAMN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/VK66n3edSfLju8eV"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/6091757207311987182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-reviewing-my-notes-for-my-next.html' title='While reviewing my notes for my next exam'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-5405075117492933590</id><published>2009-03-12T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:10:34.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabam</title><content type='html'>"Love, never knew what I was missing, but I knew once we started kissin' I found love" - Keyshia Cole'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a facade on, so no one knows how you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;Make them think you're a hardcore player, that you don't need to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;Get numbers, flirt a lil, spit your game and strut your stuff.&lt;br /&gt;You keep focused on your school and family because they're the most important right now.&lt;br /&gt;People just don't realize how lonely it gets, &lt;br /&gt;Family, social and school life is great but love life is a minus 8.&lt;br /&gt;How hard it is to put up a front.&lt;br /&gt;Playing nonchalantly at clubs, getting down with thugs.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever waits for you, truely is meant for you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled by looks, look at his intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to feel alive when you feel lonely in a roomful of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Couples everywhere, kissing, hand holding, baby this, baby that.&lt;br /&gt;Fellas hitting on you from left and right.&lt;br /&gt;Promising good things, and to never let harm come your way.&lt;br /&gt;Some just want sex, some just want another girl to call.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to know who is real and who is real fake.&lt;br /&gt;Fooled so many times it ain't a joke anymore.&lt;br /&gt;They told I need to wait, and to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to end up "The Godmother"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-5405075117492933590?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5405075117492933590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=5405075117492933590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/5405075117492933590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/5405075117492933590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/shabam.html' title='Shabam'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-6800124308116025273</id><published>2009-03-01T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:57:03.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOHH GIMMIE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SatnAzoUC6I/AAAAAAAAABw/0sv_9ZfQ61U/s1600-h/i+want!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SatnAzoUC6I/AAAAAAAAABw/0sv_9ZfQ61U/s320/i+want!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308449849343216546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't it cute?! all girls have that inner secret love for hello kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-6800124308116025273?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6800124308116025273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=6800124308116025273' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-3073533098836731740</id><published>2009-02-26T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:55:41.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past!</title><content type='html'>Damn its been a hot minute since i've seen or talked to you! Hella had a big crush on you back in the day, we got reunited after hs, kicked it once but i was in a relationship, invited you to my 19th bday party, YOU started hitting on my friends, even asked me to set u up with a few, you ended up dating one for awhile, you two looked good together but you weren't willing to wait for her, your loss, and now you and ur girl just broke up and you came back to me?! Now do you understand why they call me boomerang, no matter how far you go, you'll always end up back at me, but i think its rather pathetic that you're trying to hit on me now, after you hooked up with my friend, wtf?!n You think since I was so hot for you back in the past, that I'd automatically hook up with you?? Besides I don't date white boys anymore, they lost their appeal back in hs. Sure I'll give you my number, sure we can kick it, but I don't think we're ever going to be more than friends. k "Shotgun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sry but I'm not a runner up to ANYONE. You think you're a playa but you're just pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-3073533098836731740?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3073533098836731740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=3073533098836731740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/3073533098836731740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/3073533098836731740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past!'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-2848487916318880941</id><published>2009-02-24T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:54:45.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blame it on the alcohol"</title><content type='html'>Sure we've all done it. "It was the henny" or "it was the patron". Dancing proactively, kissing a complete stranger, randomly texting some bs to someone you didn't want to text, the next day is hazy, you remember parts of the night, then your friends fill you in on what really went down. Its more fun with pictures cuz its a fun story to tell. As long as you're the one BEHIND the camera and not in FRONT of it. As I like to say "no evidence, all you say is just talk, you can't prove anything" hahaa. I'm guilty of blaming it on the alcohol, I've had a few nights were I've said DAMN! I've kissed ppl I wasn't suppose to kiss, I danced with ppl that I don't even remember, and I've actually given out my number to some guy from the club before, the next day I didn't even remember his face! Alcohol is fun to a certain extent, when you first get hella buzzed and feel as if the whole around you is all fuzzy. But then it all goes downhill when it gets to the point when you can't even stand up, and when the whole room is spinning and you throw up. NOT FUN. Here are a few more words of advice: 1) DO NOT MIX YOUR LIQUORS, i.e. beer and hard liquor. 2) Patron catches up on you out of the blue, its the beginning of the end of ur night =P 3) stay away from cameras 4) Leave your phone in the car if you tend to drunk dial/text that way you don't have to explain yourself to others the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks Jamie Foxx for pointing out that we do blame it on the alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjOc5zW1ag0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjOc5zW1ag0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-2848487916318880941?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2848487916318880941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=2848487916318880941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/2848487916318880941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/2848487916318880941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/blame-it-on-alcohol.html' title='&quot;Blame it on the alcohol&quot;'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-3091236448946870189</id><published>2009-01-29T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:36:10.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 heads are better than 1</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out why there are so many male "players" vs. female "players". Men have two heads to think with, they use one head to do all their thinking, and its not the one on their shoulders. They avoid using their hearts thus not getting attached to all the girls they play. UNLIKE a female, she uses her heart and her mind, just one head, so its a constant struggle between doing the right thing and having a lil fun. Girls get attached unlike men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random entry. but think about it men, which head do you use when you're in player mode. Give up to the ladies for having more will power =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-3091236448946870189?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3091236448946870189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=3091236448946870189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/3091236448946870189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/3091236448946870189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-heads-are-better-than-1.html' title='2 heads are better than 1'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-8020854590692253017</id><published>2009-01-27T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:08:20.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the thrill is in the chase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; reading Why Men Love Bitches. I think its funny how women need a "handbook" in order to keep a man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PUHLEASE&lt;/span&gt;. Some men just don't appreciate a good woman until she's gone or he dates another and ends up getting hurt. All I can say to that is HA HA HA HA HA. You got what you deserved. The book makes some sense, don't give your all at first, wait for the relationship to build. Its just common sense. If he leaves, he leaves, HIS LOSS, it may hurt for a while but eventually he'll tell you in the future that he made the wrong choice. Ladies you don't need a handbook to tell you how to keep someone interested in you. If it works it works, if it doesn't it doesn't. Of course it will take time to heal, like Leona Lewis says/sings it will all get better in time. Its like finding Prince Charming, hard to do but so worth it when you actually find him. It takes a real man to appreciate a good woman, just don't be stupid ok ladies? Love makes you blind and turns you retarded but don't let anyone crush your spirit. USE YOUR HEAD sometimes, your heart can lead you astray from whats in front of your very eyes if your being treated like a fool. Been thru hell and back and i'm still alive! I'm wary of relationships now but I learn each time, what i want and what i deserve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-8020854590692253017?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/8020854590692253017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=8020854590692253017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/8020854590692253017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/8020854590692253017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2009/01/thrill-is-in-chase.html' title='the thrill is in the chase...'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-5380563752942290247</id><published>2008-12-22T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:30:14.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me under the mistletoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="pyzam-mistletoe-start" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/kissMe.swf?frameMat=Red&amp;amp;lipSize=36&amp;amp;imageX=-136&amp;amp;imageY=-99&amp;amp;imageW=284&amp;amp;imageH=460&amp;amp;imageURL=http://www.pyzamstuff.com/mistletoe_uploads/d/a5/beb09adb134e05230e150e6e3f461.jpg&amp;amp;optIn=0&amp;amp;sparkles=1&amp;amp;name=Elizabeth&amp;amp;id=1304528,3679726" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="335" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys/view/mistletoe"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/app_res/mistletoe-cyomct.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.41NXC.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-mistletoe-end" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzAwMDI4Nzg5NTcmcHQ9MTIzMDAwMjk2OTQ3MyZwPTM5MDEmZD1mbGFzaHRveXMmZz*xJnQ9Jm89NGMxNGY4OTEwZGY2NDk4OTg5ZmNkODBiM2FhMWNlMTA=.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-5380563752942290247?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5380563752942290247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=5380563752942290247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/5380563752942290247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/5380563752942290247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2008/12/kiss-me-under-mistletoe.html' title='Kiss me under the mistletoe'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-5959977948752154466</id><published>2008-11-20T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:32:35.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stillettos, Pumps In the Club Yeah</title><content type='html'>WHERE THEY BELONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk around my campus and i see girls all dressed up as if they going out to a club! They're walking around in stillettos and then they complain to their friends that their feet hurt. Ok granted the shoes they wear are cute but certainly not made for walking around campus, walking up and down stairs. I mean its good to dress up for school but really use your head! Sometimes i wish there was a dress code on college campuses, some girls take it wayyyyy too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoFQiAsYQME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoFQiAsYQME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-5959977948752154466?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5959977948752154466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=5959977948752154466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/5959977948752154466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/5959977948752154466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/stillettos-pumps-in-club-yeah.html' title='Stillettos, Pumps In the Club Yeah'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652961904479667807.post-6908912915464654066</id><published>2008-10-20T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:30:04.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Heartless</title><content type='html'>Heartless by Kanye West &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; In the night i hear them talk,&lt;br /&gt;The coldest story ever told,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road&lt;br /&gt;He lost his soul,&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How could you be so&lt;br /&gt;Cold as the winter wind when it breeze yo&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that you talking to me yo&lt;br /&gt;You need to watch the way you talking to me yo&lt;br /&gt;I mean after all the things that we been through&lt;br /&gt;I mean after all the things we got into&lt;br /&gt;And yo i know some things you things that you aint told me&lt;br /&gt;Ayo i did some things but thats the old me&lt;br /&gt;And now you wanna pay me back&lt;br /&gt;You gon' show me&lt;br /&gt;So you walk round like you don't me&lt;br /&gt;You got them new friends&lt;br /&gt;Well i got homeys&lt;br /&gt;But at the end its still so lonely&lt;/p&gt;In the night i hear them talk,&lt;br /&gt;The coldest story ever told,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road&lt;br /&gt;He lost his soul,&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;In the night i hear them talk,&lt;br /&gt;The coldest story ever told,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road&lt;br /&gt;He lost his soul,&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theme song for my love life for the best 2 yrs.  You give your very best to someone and all of a sudden its as if they've ripped your heart out like they do during the fatality stage on Mortal Kombat. The feeling sucks. As if you are never to trust another fully again. Its as if you lose a lil piece of yourself every time  a relationship doesn't work out. But for me, every time I get into a bad relationship, someone even better comes along.  I told my friend don't be in a relationship cuz it'll fuck you up, have fun being single. =P ok so i'm hating on lovers all around you make me sick hahahaha i'm just kidding. I have alot of good friends surrounding me, I don't need a man to make me happy, but it would be nice not to be played by someone and someone who actually cares. To the men in my past, there's a reason why you didn't make it to my future. so single people of the world UNITE hahahaha btw have fun dating, don't be trying to look for a soulmate! we're still young and have alot of life to experience still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIKsJBczpUA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIKsJBczpUA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652961904479667807-6908912915464654066?l=magandangmestiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6908912915464654066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6652961904479667807&amp;postID=6908912915464654066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/6908912915464654066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652961904479667807/posts/default/6908912915464654066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magandangmestiza.blogspot.com/2008/10/heartless.html' title='Heartless'/><author><name>Lizzie Baby &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952590799990853375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQM52PneSZw/SSZG4iajTiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ucDsq1ACs_U/S220/11-02-08_0956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
