<?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-6275564426773562917</id><updated>2011-12-02T08:27:18.117-08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='gilly hicks'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='immigration'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Mt. 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Rainier'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='trucking'/><category term='labor day'/><category term='Traveling'/><category term='sunny day'/><category term='cake'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='work'/><category term='sister'/><category term='rant'/><category term='engagement'/><category term='Yosemite National Park'/><category term='car'/><category term='Chair Peak'/><category term='K2'/><category term='Uwajimaya'/><category term='reading'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='vibram'/><category term='swim suit'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='HIM'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='lake'/><category term='target'/><category term='Sequoia National Park'/><category term='awkward'/><category term='school'/><category term='book'/><category term='Grand Canyon'/><category term='exboyfriend'/><category term='Burton'/><category term='trip'/><category term='facial'/><category term='face'/><category term='rain'/><category term='cactuses'/><category term='climbing'/><category term='allergies'/><category term='running'/><category term='Ski'/><category term='Yellow Hat'/><category term='festival'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Hiking'/><category term='Thanksgivings'/><category term='journalism'/><title type='text'>Prose of Life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-3393304255477656144</id><published>2011-11-26T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:00:48.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs = Sleep Deprivation</title><content type='html'>As always I neglected writing, because I was either too occupied or lazy. Today I'm finally here to blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened over the last couple of weeks. I got one job signed so far, and will probably get another one. My official job right now is a sales associate in the Sears fine jewelry department. First thing I have to say about it is - DONT WEAR HEELS! You will suffer. It happened to me, 9 hours standing is not fun!&lt;br /&gt;Selling jewelry to people is alright, there aren't really that many customers, which means there isn't really much to do. So it is kind of boring sometimes. I'm just learning still, so I don't know all the processes very well, but already I sold some jewelry, care plans, and signed someone up for a credit card. I definitely have to say, that working retail is most likely not my thing. I would rather do something were more brain power has to be used!&lt;br /&gt; Another job that I might get, in fact i'm there right now. Night shift position as a CNA in queen anne. Hopefully it will work for me, and I can learn a lot of good things, and be comfortable working with patients. &lt;br /&gt;It's almost finals, so I really need to concentrate on my studies right now. It will be hard with two jobs and a constant lack of sleep, but of course I will do all that is in my power to succeed. &lt;br /&gt;It is also almost time to submit nursing school applications. I really need to study for the TEAS test, and concentrate on it, but I'm having a hard time doing that. I will however put it as my priority and finally set the date. If I have a set date, I think I will be more responsible about doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I"m really exited to get my first paycheck whenever it will come, I want to take my family out for sushi ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Of course, also buy lots of presents for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings I wanted to get for this winter are brown skinny jeans and a light white sweater, below are some things I was looking at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohOcjSYh-g4/TtHtqOqVn2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/nZeUyK-4zOE/s1600/110914_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohOcjSYh-g4/TtHtqOqVn2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/nZeUyK-4zOE/s400/110914_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679581914836868962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HXeIJbNYmE/TtHt9YdsiTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/cJFn3Sz0iq8/s1600/110813_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HXeIJbNYmE/TtHt9YdsiTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/cJFn3Sz0iq8/s400/110813_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679582243885713714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-3393304255477656144?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3393304255477656144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/11/jobs-sleep-deprivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3393304255477656144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3393304255477656144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/11/jobs-sleep-deprivation.html' title='Jobs = Sleep Deprivation'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohOcjSYh-g4/TtHtqOqVn2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/nZeUyK-4zOE/s72-c/110914_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8830440129392301019</id><published>2011-10-27T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:25:13.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Cry</title><content type='html'>I'm about to cry now. I feel like I really have failed these last two months. I was so lazy and unproductive, I didn't even find myself a job. How will I be able to get into UW nursing school, If I didn't even start working as a CNA. That has always been my dream, I can't beleive I just let it go down the drain. I'm failing at my second option too, since I didn't even study for the TEAS exam, how am I supposed to pass it? That is my ticket to Bellevue, which is my plan B if I don't get into UW. This makes me so sad, and I don't have anyone to blame but me!! Ok I am crying now! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so horrible and lazy? Don't I want to succeed in my future????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8830440129392301019?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8830440129392301019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/10/ready-to-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8830440129392301019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8830440129392301019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/10/ready-to-cry.html' title='Ready to Cry'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6621167780935080862</id><published>2011-10-21T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:03:41.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Being lazy this weekend? NOT</title><content type='html'>So in good news, the lady from Monday's interview in Queen Ann did call me back. I went back for another interview on Thursday. This time I got there without getting lost. Although the day was rather cloudy with rain trickling down every once in a while, it was not an altogether gloomy day for me. I got to the place early and was freaking out in my mind about what were they going to ask me and how to best make a good impression. Finally Kathy, the care coordinator came to get me and escorted me downstairs to Pamela's (RN) office. Basically she only asked me what days I wanted to work, and checked that I have all the required documentation - which I do. Explained a little about what I am going to do and how the training is going to go. &lt;br /&gt;Kathy said she liked me and so did Pam, but we shall see. They promised to give me a call next week, so I'm looking forward to it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about, why I will not be lazy this weekend. I have to write four stories for journalism. It's CRAZY LAND. I have to do a story about proposition one for seatac, a story on the job fair for which I took crappy notes and didn't ask the right questions, and a story on Gateway to College. Monday and Tuesday I will be working on candidate forums. AAAAAAAAAHHH, what am I getting myself into. Not to mention the fact that I have to study for my first sociology test and write a personal statement for Honors. Is anyone elses' head exploding right about now? &lt;br /&gt;But wait, it only gets better! Tim is coming tomorrow - so my chances of getting all this stuff done on time and well just dwindled significantly! &lt;br /&gt;As a bonus A* birthday is this Saturday so Tim will probably want to go, and I can't go. Let me just say I foresee being really really mad or slightly disappointed in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Just noticed that after having this blog for around three years or so, I finally have reached my 100th post. Now that shows my true laziness and forgetfullness. &lt;br /&gt;But, hopefully I will have a lot of things to ramble about this year and the next ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6621167780935080862?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6621167780935080862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-lazy-this-weekend-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6621167780935080862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6621167780935080862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-lazy-this-weekend-not.html' title='Being lazy this weekend? NOT'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-790935066578667885</id><published>2011-10-18T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:04:14.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Arggggg!</title><content type='html'>Ah, so yesterday was somewhat a crappy day!&lt;br /&gt;It started out with me rushing out of the house, because I was sort of late.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to take a stats quiz - and today I found out I might have screwed up!!!!&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got my stats 1 test back, and I didn't do as well as I needed to do! Which made me really really upset - I made idiotic mistakes most likely because I was sleepy, or rushing I'm not sure. ;_; Almost made me want to cry!&lt;br /&gt;After that, I checked my email and saw that the Honors TA replied with the revisions I need to make to my academic resume, on saturday. I had to send her a revision, within 36 hours and at the time I checked the emai, it was 37. Great! I think it went through though because I got a reply back from her saying she passed it on to my Honors instructor. We shall see, maybe that didn't get screwed up too badly. &lt;br /&gt;However, after reading that yesterday, I really felt like crying, because I certanly felt like a failure all of a sudden. Having a achievement complex is not easy. But trying to be my best at everything I do is a good thing (:&lt;br /&gt;Next was the interview at Queen Ann. I forgot to print my resume, so I had to stop at Library and print it - then I got lost in seattle. Psh, that happens to me all the time. Luckily, I got there on time! The interview was kind of weird, the lady didn't ask us to many questions. Anyhoo - she called back and wanted to see me Wed. but I have classes then. So I said I can't come at that time, she said she would call back - but so far no reply. So we shall see. I have to look for other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also instead of doing work yesterday, i was chilaxing watching Tera Nova and hanging out with Adrie at IKEA. So obviously my assignments did not get done. I have to go and get to them asap now. Hopefully I can catch up as much as I can, and even get ahead, so I can be somewhat free this weekend when Tim comes over! Aaaah that remind me that I have a sociology test! x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-790935066578667885?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/790935066578667885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/10/arggggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/790935066578667885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/790935066578667885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/10/arggggg.html' title='Arggggg!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7693378524196920912</id><published>2011-10-15T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:04:51.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>So far, still breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DiKmS598uNU/TpphDZk9JYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/yRDUsPEgbeU/s1600/DSCN7366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DiKmS598uNU/TpphDZk9JYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/yRDUsPEgbeU/s400/DSCN7366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663946192405210498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is the end of the third week in school, phew, I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;Got my first article published in Thunderword. I did screw up the extension number for the contact lady, which will have to be corrected of course &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, really need to get a job - I'm running out of money. Hopefully something will turn up ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished writing my election stories today. I will need to revise them, but I would like them to be not awful. That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gone out anywhere this weekend which is sad. I need to start working out, and styding for TEAS, and getting a job.&lt;br /&gt;I need to become more focused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: School is alright. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7693378524196920912?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7693378524196920912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-far-still-breathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7693378524196920912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7693378524196920912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-far-still-breathing.html' title='So far, still breathing.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DiKmS598uNU/TpphDZk9JYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/yRDUsPEgbeU/s72-c/DSCN7366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8814345280249716850</id><published>2011-10-01T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:15:14.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Challenge accepted!</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;That is what has been going through my head for the last week. It's the back to school scream, of high expectations, and anticipation. Mostly Jouranlism 101, a class I am taking is responsible for my scream. I like concrete things, I like to know exactly what is expected from me, and what I need to do to succeed. When I don't know that, it drives me crazy. I do not like arbitrary things. Therefore, I feel like I will be screaming the rest of this quarter. I like challenging things. But I am also scared, I need to do my best and above 3.5 gpa is what I mean by that. Sooooooo I have a lot of work to do and I don't even know how to do. I have never been a reporter, and honestly unless it's a research paper, I have a hard time writing. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a bit shy, soo interviewing people will be a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;But when life throws us challenge, we "honor" students have only one option and that is to shout..."CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8814345280249716850?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8814345280249716850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-accepted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8814345280249716850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8814345280249716850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-accepted.html' title='Challenge accepted!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2194811165315216423</id><published>2011-09-20T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:45:33.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless nights, days full of suspense</title><content type='html'>I could not sleep last night. I do not know what it was, my dust allergies taking their revenge on me after I rearranged my closet, or the anticipation of finally going back to school next Monday. I was lying in bed worrying about completely unnecessary things like what I will wear, and what sort of people I will meet, and I couldn't breathe because of the allergies obviously. Then I started worrying about my hair, since I cut it short - I didn't figure out how to style it yet, and when I wake up in the mornings it looks a mess. The most ridiculous things creep into your head when you can't sleep at night! &lt;br /&gt;I was also worried about taking journalism, I heard the teacher is rude and a bit particular, so I might have a hard time. I like a challenge, but it still makes me concerned, since writing is not my best attribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, after going through my closet yesterday - I realized I need a job for more reasons than before, because now I also discovered I need a bunch of essential clothing pieces! If that wasn't enough, I need to repay my car debt to Tim and save $5,000 for our Mt. Denali expedition this summer. Aaaaaah, I want to scream. If only I can get my hands on a job sooner. The state too is not helping out, they are taking a while to process my NAC licence. If I had it on hand, finding a job would be that much more possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this worrying and thinking, no wonder I'm having a hard time falling asleep. I did my yoga in the morning though, so hopefully all my issues resolve themselves and I can breathe deeply! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tid bits from Zakka book make my mind relax:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eU4R-B-cf4/TnkI1WsTbDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/UED4Y4ZqUrk/s1600/zakka%2Blife4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eU4R-B-cf4/TnkI1WsTbDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/UED4Y4ZqUrk/s400/zakka%2Blife4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654560519857859634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7hXXvcfRXtM/TnkI8DXpAZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/NUwvNtNTKEo/s1600/zaka%2Blife5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7hXXvcfRXtM/TnkI8DXpAZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/NUwvNtNTKEo/s400/zaka%2Blife5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654560634930004370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8rXfQbXwJg/TnkJBxLM6RI/AAAAAAAAAnk/mMSP-iHQoN8/s1600/zakka%2Blife1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8rXfQbXwJg/TnkJBxLM6RI/AAAAAAAAAnk/mMSP-iHQoN8/s400/zakka%2Blife1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654560733125208338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fm0N62JTGYk/TnkJHnq-HKI/AAAAAAAAAns/bdpn2z9DADM/s1600/zakka%2Blife3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fm0N62JTGYk/TnkJHnq-HKI/AAAAAAAAAns/bdpn2z9DADM/s400/zakka%2Blife3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654560833653316770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Og9IznBrfBw/TnkJNdoIBtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/srKdgq6gYZ0/s1600/zakka%2Blife2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Og9IznBrfBw/TnkJNdoIBtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/srKdgq6gYZ0/s400/zakka%2Blife2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654560934036244178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2194811165315216423?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2194811165315216423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/09/restless-nights-days-full-of-suspense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2194811165315216423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2194811165315216423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/09/restless-nights-days-full-of-suspense.html' title='Restless nights, days full of suspense'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eU4R-B-cf4/TnkI1WsTbDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/UED4Y4ZqUrk/s72-c/zakka%2Blife4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2106495970128656211</id><published>2011-09-11T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:51:28.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><title type='text'>When you are happy, watch your back.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday started out like a wonderful day, I passed my NAC examination - I was happy beyond belief. Adrie and I dressed up and planned to go out dancing/partying in celebration. Nothing seemed wrong, nothing could predict what happened next. It was dark at night, we got lost in the jungle of some random appartments in Federal Way. I took a wrong turn, into a dead end. Just as I was trying to back out - the windows started fogging up. I felt there was an obstacle that my car did not want to back out of, but I was told it was just a speed bump - so I pressed on the gas. Hard.  Next thing we all new, we flew into a tree - my rear windshield got broken. My trunk is now seriously bent. Just a day ago this car was new and spotless - and now it's ruined. And it's all my fault. I now know better than to venture out at night, at ungodly hours, in completely unknown locations. I will learn to be more careful, and pay more attention to my surroundings. This was a terrible experience for me, but what makes it worse is that it's really traumatizing for Tim. I don't think he will forgive me for this. I hope he does though, one day. &lt;br /&gt;I have to get a job now asap, and pay of Tim for the repairs - which haven't been done yet. We will take care of it though. &lt;br /&gt;You always think that things won't happen to you, but one day they do. All I can say is the world is a scary place, and we all obviously have courage to be living here. Ah, I think I'm being dramatic! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really sad though, and cried a lot! I have to become better! I must! I will!&lt;br /&gt;I know I will. I will do my best to become a much better person, in all aspects of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2106495970128656211?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2106495970128656211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-you-are-happy-watch-your-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2106495970128656211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2106495970128656211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-you-are-happy-watch-your-back.html' title='When you are happy, watch your back.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-5834224582347168384</id><published>2011-09-09T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:08:13.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yosemite National Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Canyon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sequoia National Park'/><title type='text'>New Mexico Trip.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago - more like in the end of august, Tim and I took a trip to New Mexico, where we obtained my new shiny Toyota Corolla S (well not so new, 2007 model). We were both exited for our flight to NM since we both haven't been on a plane in quite a while. The lines in the airport were rather small so we got to our gate early. Grabbed some starbucks on the way, and were treated to a free gate carry on check in - which was lovely since we didn't have to worry about it when it was time to switch flights. The flight was alright nothing too scary, Mt. Rainier looked gorgeous from the plane window, and Tim and I even had time to play some sudokus. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wSdVKwpeSA/TmpOFQZyuII/AAAAAAAAAmc/U1iSi0O49Fo/s1600/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wSdVKwpeSA/TmpOFQZyuII/AAAAAAAAAmc/U1iSi0O49Fo/s400/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650414534699169922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Phoenix we had lunch, unfortunatly pizza hut - meaning that I broke my diet ;_;.&lt;br /&gt;We boarded a much smaller plane and headed of to Albuquerque. There we were greeted by thunderstorms and lightning. At uncle Boris's house we had some not that tasty plov for dinner and watched a marathon of Resident Evil. The next day we assembled car documents and relaxed in the pool. Finally I think it was on Thursday - we started our trip back. Our first stop - Grand Canyon, AZ. It was magestic, unfortunatly tainted by rain that was drenching us. The views were magnificent, when you see things like this you realize just how small a part of this world you are - and how nature is older, stronger, and much more powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05Sxkqz37YQ/TmpNaaTdJYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/6CCZfO-U6Yk/s1600/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05Sxkqz37YQ/TmpNaaTdJYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/6CCZfO-U6Yk/s400/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650413798622569858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lFIsprNi27Q/TmpNk0ADcSI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bhqE850TC6c/s1600/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lFIsprNi27Q/TmpNk0ADcSI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bhqE850TC6c/s400/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650413977319207202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcHeI81uCWY/TmpN2zrTjpI/AAAAAAAAAmU/nMWdC3qIYHI/s1600/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcHeI81uCWY/TmpN2zrTjpI/AAAAAAAAAmU/nMWdC3qIYHI/s400/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650414286469828242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attempted to go see the Hoover Dam as well, but by the time we got there it was already dark, so we didn't get to see much. :/&lt;br /&gt;The next day we traveled to the Sequoia National Park. I absolutely loved it! The Giant Sequoias were so worth seeing. They feel different to the touch, because their bark is different from other trees, it also has a very distinct red colouring. It made me really happy to see these gigantic old trees. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTEdcs2GxQI/TmpPFXP03cI/AAAAAAAAAms/jH3ZZE74Eow/s1600/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTEdcs2GxQI/TmpPFXP03cI/AAAAAAAAAms/jH3ZZE74Eow/s400/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650415636048043458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7eGgOMxXUo/TmpR9uOtvjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/fw1Tj4k3jeE/s1600/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7eGgOMxXUo/TmpR9uOtvjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/fw1Tj4k3jeE/s400/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650418803313327666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After admiring the giant sequoias we headed on to Yosemite National Park to look at El Capitan and take a short hike to mirror lake. I was really scared because I thought there were bears in the woods and it was getting dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjBGPc2LPNw/TmpSpcjH15I/AAAAAAAAAm8/-7iULIAEECI/s1600/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjBGPc2LPNw/TmpSpcjH15I/AAAAAAAAAm8/-7iULIAEECI/s400/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650419554481330066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-su0BojXgUc4/TmpU9G1IlpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/OWTJEESHWs8/s1600/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-su0BojXgUc4/TmpU9G1IlpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/OWTJEESHWs8/s400/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650422091271935634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7pRTMflNDI/TmpV4ubyiFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/lv4GCR4zgY8/s1600/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7pRTMflNDI/TmpV4ubyiFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/lv4GCR4zgY8/s400/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650423115515332690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-5834224582347168384?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5834224582347168384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-mexico-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5834224582347168384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5834224582347168384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-mexico-trip.html' title='New Mexico Trip.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wSdVKwpeSA/TmpOFQZyuII/AAAAAAAAAmc/U1iSi0O49Fo/s72-c/New%2BMexico%2BTrip%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-616550755670577504</id><published>2011-09-06T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:18:36.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><title type='text'>the crazy things we do when we are young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UcmG7ffd0mg/TmmFNC6S4GI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZwHf_d7LhYc/s1600/Mt.%2BSi%2Bwith%2BA%2526J%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UcmG7ffd0mg/TmmFNC6S4GI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZwHf_d7LhYc/s400/Mt.%2BSi%2Bwith%2BA%2526J%2B019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650193666679169122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night - or more like this extremely early morning, we decided to go hike up to Mt. Si for sunrise. Adrie, Jenya and I got our flashlights and headed out on the journey. I had a miserable amount of sleep the day before, so by this time I was tired and sleepy, not to mention SCARED FOR MY LIFE!! I mean it was a hike up the dark forested hill, there could be bears, cougars and I don't know what other kinds of creature lurking out there. I prayed all the way up that we do not meet any of those mentioned above, and luckily to my great happiness we did not! Phew. It's true I'm always the scardy-cat, I went in the middle so that I wouldn't get attacked lol, and if there were any suspicious sounds, I'd hide behind Jenya. Lol. I'm glad we got to the top safely. The night sky was beautifull and we could even point out a few constilations - well more like one the scorpio. I need to brush up on my star knowledge. Unfortunatly it was cold out there, and soon enough we were starting to freeze in our wait for the sunrise. Thankfully Jenya's mom made us a lot of sandwhiches which we wolfed down, there is no other word to describe the hunger with wich we ate them. :P&lt;br /&gt;When it was finally getting lighter, we got so cold, Jenya made a fire - so we could get warmed by it. It was a brilliant idea, and the rest of our wait for the sunrise was uneventful. After taking a bunch of pictures it was time to go down - but by this time we were all so tired and sleepy, we have stopped on our way down to nap like three times! D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad this adventure ended peacefully - I do not think I will be venturing out into the mountains for a hike at night again, well unless I ofcourse have a lot of muscular males with me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqNgCXFfRiU/TmmFUTRbTwI/AAAAAAAAAls/iy_DAIQY5Dw/s1600/cuddles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqNgCXFfRiU/TmmFUTRbTwI/AAAAAAAAAls/iy_DAIQY5Dw/s400/cuddles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650193791330242306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NABF86_Bf4U/TmmFa5StjbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/jIeoP3vm7Ks/s1600/tadah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NABF86_Bf4U/TmmFa5StjbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/jIeoP3vm7Ks/s400/tadah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650193904615394738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcepuD1-JrA/TmmFf3Un7wI/AAAAAAAAAl8/GyKKLHAqHJg/s1600/bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcepuD1-JrA/TmmFf3Un7wI/AAAAAAAAAl8/GyKKLHAqHJg/s400/bff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650193989985890050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-616550755670577504?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/616550755670577504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy-things-we-do-when-we-are-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/616550755670577504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/616550755670577504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy-things-we-do-when-we-are-young.html' title='the crazy things we do when we are young!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UcmG7ffd0mg/TmmFNC6S4GI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZwHf_d7LhYc/s72-c/Mt.%2BSi%2Bwith%2BA%2526J%2B019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2023041439959684886</id><published>2011-08-23T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:50:56.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time Fun</title><content type='html'>Tim came home today, and I cooked a super delicious lunch for us! ;)&lt;br /&gt;It is our 6th month wedding anniversary today, and he brought me beautiful flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McGlz6tZHL4/TlSPPB2F0eI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uLoD7J313So/s1600/Vasa%2Bpark%2Bwith%2BTim%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McGlz6tZHL4/TlSPPB2F0eI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uLoD7J313So/s400/Vasa%2Bpark%2Bwith%2BTim%2B005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644293721358193122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we filled up on lunch we pulled on our swim suits and headed out to our favorite place to swim Vasa Park. The park is a privatly owned and you have to pay a fee of $4 per person. I really enjoy spending time there, because it is not crowded and there are no annoying life guards on duty who spoil your swim time. There are also cute duckies and slides and diving boards into the water. (:&lt;br /&gt;I figured the best way to get used to the cold water is to forget about everything and run then jump into the water, which is what I did today! It worked awesome, I wasn't even cold~&lt;br /&gt;This will be my go to strategie from now on, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, we took some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6AuuZ0vJ_Q/TlSQMiZuaiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/eOGLImEFDMU/s1600/me%2Band%2Btim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6AuuZ0vJ_Q/TlSQMiZuaiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/eOGLImEFDMU/s400/me%2Band%2Btim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644294778069608994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0iAiiWuFe_Y/TlSQnrNRdJI/AAAAAAAAAkU/GvCErSdw738/s1600/Vasa%2Bpark%2Bwith%2BTim%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0iAiiWuFe_Y/TlSQnrNRdJI/AAAAAAAAAkU/GvCErSdw738/s400/Vasa%2Bpark%2Bwith%2BTim%2B023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644295244289766546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCcX5AIbQUU/TlSRK0UyivI/AAAAAAAAAkc/h1TG0t5poQA/s1600/Vasa%2Bpark%2Bwith%2BTim%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCcX5AIbQUU/TlSRK0UyivI/AAAAAAAAAkc/h1TG0t5poQA/s400/Vasa%2Bpark%2Bwith%2BTim%2B083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644295848032635634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2023041439959684886?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2023041439959684886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-time-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2023041439959684886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2023041439959684886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-time-fun.html' title='Summer Time Fun'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McGlz6tZHL4/TlSPPB2F0eI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uLoD7J313So/s72-c/Vasa%2Bpark%2Bwith%2BTim%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-3373496903169906000</id><published>2011-08-23T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T13:52:25.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up up and away~</title><content type='html'>I'm planning to fly out to New Mexico tommorow, to get my future car. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I think Tim and I will have quite a lot of fun, traveling back. We are planning to visit a few national parks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-3373496903169906000?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3373496903169906000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/up-up-and-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3373496903169906000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3373496903169906000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up up and away~'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1712078184280926995</id><published>2011-08-21T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T11:23:10.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamonlette!!!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, Adrie and I went to swim at the Angle lake, where we met Tess and James. After a nice swim, we headed back home to relax, and suddenly at 7:30 had the great idea to cook something up...when everyone was already buzzin. So we made something we later called a Jamonlette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-941dg9vAc-U/TlFMhebna3I/AAAAAAAAAjk/gNc8dPqdge0/s1600/jamonlette%2Bat%2Badries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-941dg9vAc-U/TlFMhebna3I/AAAAAAAAAjk/gNc8dPqdge0/s400/jamonlette%2Bat%2Badries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643375946060229490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIbg66vHqyo/TlFMtRL8pNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/xiJEZPz104I/s1600/jamonlette%2Bat%2Badries3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIbg66vHqyo/TlFMtRL8pNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/xiJEZPz104I/s400/jamonlette%2Bat%2Badries3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643376148663280850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A monstrous omelette with pieces of Jamal in it - Jamal being a sausage lol. We had it with some wine, and shots...so by the end of our little family dinner we were a bit crunck singing and dancing, and hiding under the tables from giant mosquitos - but our night didn't end there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qB6CD9eTeAo/TlFM3bwZqyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/s2U3QRXOymA/s1600/jamonlette%2Bat%2Badries2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qB6CD9eTeAo/TlFM3bwZqyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/s2U3QRXOymA/s400/jamonlette%2Bat%2Badries2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643376323299224354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diM3vyTkRb8/TlFM-8FmIHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pNuWDQq89hQ/s1600/jamonlette%2Bat%2Badries4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diM3vyTkRb8/TlFM-8FmIHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pNuWDQq89hQ/s400/jamonlette%2Bat%2Badries4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643376452237140082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out to drop Tess of at home, on the way we swam in the lake, J and A jacked some peoples shoes D: - I do not approve. Then we headed out for a party at B - I was freaking out I was going to get kicked, but ofcourse nothing like that happened. By the time we got to the party it was already over lol! So we moved on to the next, which we couldn't find! A- had a crazy idea to go over to party with some unknown samoan people, we barely escaped that fate!!!! D: Instead we headed home, cleaned up, watched Yes, Man, and passed out on the couches (:&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we had the good grace of watching a telenovela in espanol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1712078184280926995?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1712078184280926995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/jamonlette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1712078184280926995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1712078184280926995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/jamonlette.html' title='Jamonlette!!!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-941dg9vAc-U/TlFMhebna3I/AAAAAAAAAjk/gNc8dPqdge0/s72-c/jamonlette%2Bat%2Badries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7915871612299566369</id><published>2011-08-11T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:56:52.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddlez &amp; Enaj went camping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VznkyF8fGT0/TkSi-HEJn_I/AAAAAAAAAjE/4Kw-CAruMYA/s1600/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639811821306748914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VznkyF8fGT0/TkSi-HEJn_I/AAAAAAAAAjE/4Kw-CAruMYA/s400/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efNTJhaoZps/TkSieQ6JPPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jXQy0lIjXRo/s1600/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639811274193321202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efNTJhaoZps/TkSieQ6JPPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jXQy0lIjXRo/s400/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuOjivj76FU/TkSfbN4S05I/AAAAAAAAAis/lTtK1-DIwDg/s1600/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639807923305763730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuOjivj76FU/TkSfbN4S05I/AAAAAAAAAis/lTtK1-DIwDg/s400/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Riddlez &amp;amp; Enaj" characters were made up by Adrie &amp;amp; I, sometime during this summer. The story is, we went camping this past weekend to Leavenworth and it was quite the thing. We decided to head out Friday evening (my parents and others, already left to camp so we had to catch up), around 4pm I get a phone call from Adrie saying she is not sure if we are going, because a person called cops on her. Obviously I went " D: WHAT?!!!" In any case the issue got resolved and we finally headed out, trunk and back of car full of stuff. Got a "Napoleon" cake in a russian store and a "chocolate potato" to snack on. The ride took about two and a half hours or so, when we finally got to camp it was getting late and we set up our tents in the twilight. When parents and the rest arrived we had some delicious grilled sausages, salad, and other food I don't remember about. Oh, I think we had chocolate dipped macaroons for dessert. I love, love macaroons &amp;lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, after a good nice breakfast we headed out for a little hike. It was nice and easy, we took it slow, and got to look at leavenworth from birds eye view.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a surprise, I got my period, and realized I didn't bring any tampons. So! Adrie and I headed out to Safeway to get some. I don't know what prompted me to buy the tampax compak but let me tell you people, DO NOT BUY THEM. First we took the longest time to figure out how they work, and then they didn't even work all that well. In a emergency situation, do not try new things - lesson learned. Oh I just remembered on our hike, I was kind of gripping on to plants, and got a twig of plant stuck under my thumb. It did not feel nice! Luckily a dentist person was also hiking nearby, and performed the operation of taking the twig out of my thumb successfuly!&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. Sunday it was extremly hot, so Adrie and I dunked ourselfes into Icecle Creek, COLD! It felt really nice thought, and we repeatedly went in the water and even got our hair all wet. Ha. Next we went to rockclimb - Adrie's first time. The only minus was that the rocks were a bit hot, and I scraped my knee, but I climbed a bit of a 5.10a so hooray for me. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3DIwhLhfKw/TkSkFsLwpHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/cAqE9rAg7fQ/s1600/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3DIwhLhfKw/TkSkFsLwpHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/cAqE9rAg7fQ/s400/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639813051041490034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ufuRcMRlTr4/TkSkcZtrLnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/yRDz0zhFXBk/s1600/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ufuRcMRlTr4/TkSkcZtrLnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/yRDz0zhFXBk/s400/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639813441220456050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we enjoyed delicious ice cream, I as always had some bourdeux cherry, Adrie had huckleberry cheescake which is also delicious, and dad had something with almonds and cofee? It was really good too!&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by and stuffed our faces at Mickey D's, eeeeek! Finally headed home then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VigcvFGpxU/TkSjdWr5OWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6HwKZjW4Mpg/s1600/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639812358075922786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VigcvFGpxU/TkSjdWr5OWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6HwKZjW4Mpg/s400/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! - I passed my skill exams at school, only state left! D:&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last Friday, I switched my NA to a different lady, who was much cooler and explained things a lot better, so I ended up rather liking my last couple of days of clinicals. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7915871612299566369?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7915871612299566369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/riddlez-enaj-went-camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7915871612299566369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7915871612299566369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/riddlez-enaj-went-camping.html' title='Riddlez &amp; Enaj went camping.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VznkyF8fGT0/TkSi-HEJn_I/AAAAAAAAAjE/4Kw-CAruMYA/s72-c/leavenworth%2Bwith%2Badrie%2B068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-3107319485133182407</id><published>2011-08-04T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:02:26.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Les Miserables</title><content type='html'>So I'm reading Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, but I can't stop myself from thinking that the miserable one is me! Today, I was sad, and I cried, and I felt incompetent. Argh. I knew that being CNA was not going to be a walk in the park, but I didn't know that I would feel so completely lost, like a deer in the headlights. It makes me mad and sad, and just unsatisfied. I don't know if it's the NA i was paired with or my own character (probably the latter), but I feel like compared to the rest of our class, I'm way behind everyone else on my skills. Tommorow we are supposed to be taking care of two residents on our own, but how will I do it, if I haven't even toileted anyone, or changed anyones brief by myself. &gt;.&lt; x 10000! I guess I should be more assertive and sure of myself, but it is just so scary. I mean I'm taking care of real human beings, I can't not be scared to handle them. ):&lt;br /&gt;I just hope, I can do better tommorow, but I just can't stop being freaked out. I think I only like to feed people, and walk with them. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I and Adried took some cute pictures last friday in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGLhn8YkJGg/TjsW51xfe9I/AAAAAAAAAik/msbtIKBHNTg/s1600/Riddlez%2526Enaj%2BSeattle%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGLhn8YkJGg/TjsW51xfe9I/AAAAAAAAAik/msbtIKBHNTg/s400/Riddlez%2526Enaj%2BSeattle%2B009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637124541527325650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-3107319485133182407?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3107319485133182407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/les-miserables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3107319485133182407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3107319485133182407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/les-miserables.html' title='Les Miserables'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGLhn8YkJGg/TjsW51xfe9I/AAAAAAAAAik/msbtIKBHNTg/s72-c/Riddlez%2526Enaj%2BSeattle%2B009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4079778049022830206</id><published>2011-08-02T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T18:10:53.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mt. Baker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Mt. Baker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bGv7JUNIak/Tjif3WOjOCI/AAAAAAAAAic/_ncmyxsgsQQ/s1600/Mt.%2BBaker%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bGv7JUNIak/Tjif3WOjOCI/AAAAAAAAAic/_ncmyxsgsQQ/s400/Mt.%2BBaker%2B015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636430706862405666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend my family and my dad's "following" went to climb Mt. Baker. We set out 5am on Saturday, the weather was beautiful. Sunshine was shining, birds were singing, and there was no cloud in the vicinity. Dad and I as usual were craving some Starbucks coffee, but no luck, it was not open at this hour. We had to settle for some small local coffee shop, which didn't turn out all that bad. Around 9am the whole group gathered and we set out for camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5jxH8fhTTk/TjicUshozcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uySCPXJ_NWQ/s1600/Mt%2BBaker%2Bjuly2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5jxH8fhTTk/TjicUshozcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uySCPXJ_NWQ/s400/Mt%2BBaker%2Bjuly2011%2B003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636426813017738690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM3FlQLjnEI/Tjict9YdTlI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KuUkBggIPYE/s1600/Mt.%2BBaker%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM3FlQLjnEI/Tjict9YdTlI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KuUkBggIPYE/s400/Mt.%2BBaker%2B005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636427247039368786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jX1n6gsGOqE/TjideI9IcYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/o0Ykb6Rtfz0/s1600/Mt.%2BBaker%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jX1n6gsGOqE/TjideI9IcYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/o0Ykb6Rtfz0/s400/Mt.%2BBaker%2B035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636428074779701634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jaXIqc5ahw/TjiduL_fqBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Td_GO4BQrZA/s1600/Mt.%2BBaker%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jaXIqc5ahw/TjiduL_fqBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Td_GO4BQrZA/s400/Mt.%2BBaker%2B042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636428350472824850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vi5E50qIfOU/TjieSS1WxcI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3-x1SCf45eY/s1600/Mt.%2BBaker%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vi5E50qIfOU/TjieSS1WxcI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3-x1SCf45eY/s400/Mt.%2BBaker%2B056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636428970784638402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there extremely quickly, it was not even noon yet! We quickly set up camp, and had some lunch. I remember we had soup and bagels, which was rather nice.&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad explained to his "following" usage of certain ropes, and how to provide security for yourself in case your partner falls down. We had later walked out into the snow and practiced being roped up, and rescuing a victim from a crevasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qP3dg9YPrIU/Tjiekir1UqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/PxyPz5J18wc/s1600/Mt.%2BBaker%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qP3dg9YPrIU/Tjiekir1UqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/PxyPz5J18wc/s400/Mt.%2BBaker%2B083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636429284277310114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sqNo7CcAEo/TjifESM_eWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/JuOPb1J9D6o/s1600/Mt.%2BBaker%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sqNo7CcAEo/TjifESM_eWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/JuOPb1J9D6o/s400/Mt.%2BBaker%2B098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636429829608798562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jvVQZ3_IzM/Tjiff0RPTuI/AAAAAAAAAiU/4AUYR8eEtfs/s1600/Mt.%2BBaker%2B116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jvVQZ3_IzM/Tjiff0RPTuI/AAAAAAAAAiU/4AUYR8eEtfs/s400/Mt.%2BBaker%2B116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636430302609886946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon return we had a quick super, some cookies with tea, and off to sleep we were!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly Sunday was not a nice day for a summit attempt! The weather was horrid. It was raining almost all the way to the top, add to that the howling wind and fog. We were soaked, and I particularly was not enjoying the climb. Finally we decided to turn back, while we were about 500meters from the summit ):&lt;br /&gt;I really do not enjoy quitting while climbing, so it was sad, but I knew that going on forward was rather pointless. After coming back to camp, we snacked, packed everything up and headed on home~&lt;br /&gt;As we all were really hungry, we stopped by at a Pho place to fill up our bellies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Niyara's birthday, she turned six! We went to the newly opened Mizuki buffet. It was rather good, a large variety of sushi, sea food, and dessert, even a chocolate fountain (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4079778049022830206?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4079778049022830206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/mt-baker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4079778049022830206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4079778049022830206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/mt-baker.html' title='Mt. Baker'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bGv7JUNIak/Tjif3WOjOCI/AAAAAAAAAic/_ncmyxsgsQQ/s72-c/Mt.%2BBaker%2B015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8360568833345517064</id><published>2011-07-28T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:17:41.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunny day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><title type='text'>Sunny Day!</title><content type='html'>I had plans to go have lunch and play tennis with a friend, but apparantly he had better things to do, so I was just left hanging! It was such a beautiful day though, I decided to take my sister to the lake. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZMvLxoLTxg/TjIXpW6W3XI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7RzAPSTdMxE/s1600/Angle%2BLake%2Bw%2BNiyara%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZMvLxoLTxg/TjIXpW6W3XI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7RzAPSTdMxE/s400/Angle%2BLake%2Bw%2BNiyara%2B011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634592083086335346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gc7F-2ZypSc/TjIX7lHPtQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/T7r8cpriQU4/s1600/Angle%2BLake%2Bw%2BNiyara%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gc7F-2ZypSc/TjIX7lHPtQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/T7r8cpriQU4/s400/Angle%2BLake%2Bw%2BNiyara%2B040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634592396136133890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTNJ4y_6scE/TjIYHnOmFyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/P_IGjF1fjYY/s1600/Angle%2BLake%2Bw%2BNiyara%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTNJ4y_6scE/TjIYHnOmFyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/P_IGjF1fjYY/s400/Angle%2BLake%2Bw%2BNiyara%2B054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634592602862262050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting our CPR certifications in school tommorow, and then on the weekend hopefully Baker. Ah, so many plans! I love plans~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8360568833345517064?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8360568833345517064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunny-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8360568833345517064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8360568833345517064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunny-day.html' title='Sunny Day!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZMvLxoLTxg/TjIXpW6W3XI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7RzAPSTdMxE/s72-c/Angle%2BLake%2Bw%2BNiyara%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1259144585042361032</id><published>2011-07-27T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:09:53.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango Gelatos!</title><content type='html'>So me and Adrie went to the mall today, and had some Mango Gelato. It was so amazingly delicious! I think the store owner lied to me though, he said it didn't have diary, but all the online gelatos have dairy!&lt;br /&gt;D: &lt;br /&gt;D: &lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1259144585042361032?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1259144585042361032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/mango-gelatos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1259144585042361032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1259144585042361032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/mango-gelatos.html' title='Mango Gelatos!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7118273437029686586</id><published>2011-07-25T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T18:50:53.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7EjbKQuUMc/Ti4aEchBVgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VdIz0RwWicQ/s1600/Amazon%252C%2Bwith%2Ba%2Bhunting%2Bbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7EjbKQuUMc/Ti4aEchBVgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VdIz0RwWicQ/s400/Amazon%252C%2Bwith%2Ba%2Bhunting%2Bbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633468847563560450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really great picture of me, trying to shoot with a hunter's bow. To tell the truth I couldn't even fully pull on the string lol, it was so so HARD. I have no arm muscle. This got me thinking however, doing archery class would be super awesome, and just my luck, they are actually offering archery classes in our community center. Hmmm? Should I, or should I not? That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend went by alright, there were a few parties I attended. Can't say that I particularly enjoyed any one of them. They all had their high and low points I guess. One thing always stays true however, I'm an introvert, and do well in a one on one setting rather than a large group of people which freaks me out. Mostly because I have a hard time tolerating people, and/or finding things to talk with them about. Oh well. Gotta embrace our personalities, right? (:&lt;br /&gt;Also went to see Harry Potter last part in 3D last thursday, it was okay, nothing to exiting I guess. I did cry when Snape died though, and they showed that backflash, so tear jerking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are planning a trip to Mt. Baker, I hope the weather will be nice to us. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7118273437029686586?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7118273437029686586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/amazon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7118273437029686586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7118273437029686586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/amazon.html' title='An amazon?'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7EjbKQuUMc/Ti4aEchBVgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VdIz0RwWicQ/s72-c/Amazon%252C%2Bwith%2Ba%2Bhunting%2Bbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2256868353028314950</id><published>2011-07-19T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:59:42.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story behind the picture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38r61LgirdA/TiZgHK7OkbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/v3XtBYgWwnM/s1600/Riddlez%2B%2526%2BEnaj%2BAngle%2BLake%2BPhoto%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38r61LgirdA/TiZgHK7OkbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/v3XtBYgWwnM/s400/Riddlez%2B%2526%2BEnaj%2BAngle%2BLake%2BPhoto%2B032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631294060381508018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Adrie and I had an awesome photoshoot at angle lake!&lt;br /&gt;The weather was lovely and mostly sunny, and we had lots of fun taking pictures and laughing. Ofcourse also attracting some unwanted attention &gt;.&lt;. But that is just what you get for being in a public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXEZRlIi_zs/TiZe7oyOmLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MXoHueKe-ZA/s1600/Riddlez%2B%2526%2BEnaj%2BAngle%2BLake%2BPhoto%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXEZRlIi_zs/TiZe7oyOmLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MXoHueKe-ZA/s400/Riddlez%2B%2526%2BEnaj%2BAngle%2BLake%2BPhoto%2B010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631292762726766770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ9OdGjdeJU/TiZfMWTb71I/AAAAAAAAAgc/XgFvzSEh3-w/s1600/Riddlez%2B%2526%2BEnaj%2BAngle%2BLake%2BPhoto%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ9OdGjdeJU/TiZfMWTb71I/AAAAAAAAAgc/XgFvzSEh3-w/s400/Riddlez%2B%2526%2BEnaj%2BAngle%2BLake%2BPhoto%2B057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631293049823555410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqdXEHsMt8Q/TiZfbneJz7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/dmHbFoObBqc/s1600/Riddlez%2B%2526%2BEnaj%2BAngle%2BLake%2BPhoto%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqdXEHsMt8Q/TiZfbneJz7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/dmHbFoObBqc/s400/Riddlez%2B%2526%2BEnaj%2BAngle%2BLake%2BPhoto%2B082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631293312129945522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I registered for Highline CC classes, so far I got music and journalism. Hopefully I get into either math or socialogy, but those are iffy since i'm on the waitlist. Here is to hoping!&lt;br /&gt;Now my stomach is killing me. I don't know what caused it, the old fried rice I ate? The fact that I eat so little? Or that disgusting whey I had to drink since I did not eat any protein today? Argh, I have to start eating normally!&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I've been so busy every single day, I rather like it. (: &lt;br /&gt;I really hope this stomach ache goes away! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2256868353028314950?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2256868353028314950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/story-behind-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2256868353028314950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2256868353028314950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/story-behind-picture.html' title='The story behind the picture!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38r61LgirdA/TiZgHK7OkbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/v3XtBYgWwnM/s72-c/Riddlez%2B%2526%2BEnaj%2BAngle%2BLake%2BPhoto%2B032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1174703984774563002</id><published>2011-07-17T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:08:23.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mt. Stuart'/><title type='text'>Exhausted Bliss</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy these last few weeks it is wonderful! It makes me so happy and invigorated. It is during these kind of busy days, when you don't sleep, eat, or rest enough, that you realize that you are truly living!&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to climb Mt. Stuart with a nice group of people. The weather was gorgeous, and we made it all the way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l90gw0PO0us/TiM3dFdD8cI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jWrDwHUuD6w/s1600/Mt.%2BStuart%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l90gw0PO0us/TiM3dFdD8cI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jWrDwHUuD6w/s400/Mt.%2BStuart%2B006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630404931963056578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Og4oHx7yKhc/TiM3xDUqZcI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Njqn35cnVW4/s1600/Mt.%2BStuart%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Og4oHx7yKhc/TiM3xDUqZcI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Njqn35cnVW4/s400/Mt.%2BStuart%2B014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630405274988340674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Colrif2PmN0/TiM4N1XfkZI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bDUw6B-p8O4/s1600/Mt.%2BStuart%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Colrif2PmN0/TiM4N1XfkZI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bDUw6B-p8O4/s400/Mt.%2BStuart%2B059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630405769458323858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8zw4oZe0Oo/TiM4uT8tCjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2S8ZO3VoSRg/s1600/Mt.%2BStuart%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8zw4oZe0Oo/TiM4uT8tCjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2S8ZO3VoSRg/s400/Mt.%2BStuart%2B062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630406327423273522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUaiC9wk_u0/TiM5anC_94I/AAAAAAAAAf0/MRFAGPmWYh8/s1600/Mt.%2BStuart%2B089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUaiC9wk_u0/TiM5anC_94I/AAAAAAAAAf0/MRFAGPmWYh8/s400/Mt.%2BStuart%2B089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407088464197506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKUW2XrkqtU/TiM5rw4n7gI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6frxS6x3Ni8/s1600/Mt.%2BStuart%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKUW2XrkqtU/TiM5rw4n7gI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6frxS6x3Ni8/s400/Mt.%2BStuart%2B087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407383162809858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9pU0oKoh20/TiM6AbZ2lVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5eh_5eMJuBA/s1600/Mt.%2BStuart%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9pU0oKoh20/TiM6AbZ2lVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5eh_5eMJuBA/s400/Mt.%2BStuart%2B093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407738173855058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was so exhausting, by the time I got back home I was a breath away from passing out. The next day, I could barely move because all my muscles were so sore. As luck would have it I also started my CNA school that day. I was deprived of sleep, hurting and trying to understand what my teacher was saying, and make some new school buddies at the same time. It went well I think. :P&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Adrie and I also decided to color our hair with henna. Since my hair is rather a dark brown, you can only see the glimpse of red in the sunlight. Adrie on the other hand is a blond, so her hair turned out to be a gorgeous red. It looks so great on her, i'm almost jealous :P  &lt;br /&gt;On tuesday we decided to go apply for jobs, I applied at Abercrombie and Fitch, and had an interview Friday. Actually that was my first ever job interview, so I was super nervous. There also were really bitchy girls interviewing with me, I think I did pretty well, but we shall find out if I got the job, this or next monday. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went climbing to Dragontail Peak, it's in Leavenworth, WA. I only got to Colchak lake, and turned around because it was pouring rain! I had enough sleep today, so I feel good and ready to start the week!&lt;br /&gt;Life is amazing! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1174703984774563002?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1174703984774563002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/exhausted-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1174703984774563002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1174703984774563002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/exhausted-bliss.html' title='Exhausted Bliss'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l90gw0PO0us/TiM3dFdD8cI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jWrDwHUuD6w/s72-c/Mt.%2BStuart%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7863853146583363778</id><published>2011-07-07T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:11:11.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cactuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trucking'/><title type='text'>Back from cruising.</title><content type='html'>I meant back from cruising in a truck :P&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tim came back a couple of days ago, it was sort of interesting to see all the different places, and kind of take a backyard tour of the western states. I've seen Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Salt Lake City and some smaller lesser known cities on the way. My favorite part was probably seeing the gigantic cactuses from Arizona. Those were so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ5VEP4TJQk/ThaHi90nN3I/AAAAAAAAAe0/g0Wgx_AtYN8/s1600/Us%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ5VEP4TJQk/ThaHi90nN3I/AAAAAAAAAe0/g0Wgx_AtYN8/s400/Us%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcactus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626833819226552178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHecz9OKdN0/ThaMna_SnrI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FWpYP0k5Jpc/s1600/DSCN5591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHecz9OKdN0/ThaMna_SnrI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FWpYP0k5Jpc/s400/DSCN5591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626839393333583538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z88XN6UV4c0/ThaM4D3J9OI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UI8ZMdmvIIA/s1600/DSCN5593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z88XN6UV4c0/ThaM4D3J9OI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UI8ZMdmvIIA/s400/DSCN5593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626839679183221986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBkVPHOfRgo/ThaRWUDn86I/AAAAAAAAAfM/BvIkt-ukATo/s1600/DSCN5723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBkVPHOfRgo/ThaRWUDn86I/AAAAAAAAAfM/BvIkt-ukATo/s400/DSCN5723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626844596973073314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Vasa Park to swim in lake Sammamish a couple of days, it was lovely because the park is private and you have to pay for the entrance so naturally there are not many people there. On 4th of July we went to see Transformers:Dark of the Moon 3D, which was alright nothing spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;The most important news however, is that we went in for our "greencard" ineterview and we passed! Which is super, amazingly awesome. Now I'm all set and ready to do this thing. Hm, I hope all my other plans will come to fruition too and I will prevail ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone else with a mind set to something this month will achieve it as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7863853146583363778?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7863853146583363778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-from-cruising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7863853146583363778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7863853146583363778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-from-cruising.html' title='Back from cruising.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ5VEP4TJQk/ThaHi90nN3I/AAAAAAAAAe0/g0Wgx_AtYN8/s72-c/Us%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcactus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-5975822289485418132</id><published>2011-06-14T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:40:42.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mt. Rainier'/><title type='text'>Weekend of Mt. Rainier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUg2PRBko2A/TfgXvi6oEbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NcvDeVCB7kA/s1600/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUg2PRBko2A/TfgXvi6oEbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NcvDeVCB7kA/s400/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618266640738685362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we decided to go climb Mt. Rainier. Tim came home just on time, to pack up his backpack and get in the car. We arrived at Paradise around 11am or so, registered with the rangers, and got our blue bags (For those who don't know, those are bags for your poop when you are up in the mountain, and there is no toilet near by. Keeping things clean for the future generations.) After getting our backpacks on, we set out on our way to camp Muir.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KdhZvzM_u6E/TfgX8MxdPsI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oR_JlZKG6Go/s1600/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KdhZvzM_u6E/TfgX8MxdPsI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oR_JlZKG6Go/s400/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618266858132946626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather hot that day (Saturday June 11th), so our energy was draining rather fast and it took us a while to get to our camp site. Once we got there, Tim dug out a platform for our tent, and we set up camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ftflison78/TfgYOBoLpYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7AMaJLyaieo/s1600/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ftflison78/TfgYOBoLpYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7AMaJLyaieo/s400/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618267164378899842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick dinner of "15min ready soup" and we were ready to fall asleep. My stomach was hurting real bad, so I barely slept at all. I awoke around 4am, dad made some cofee, which I really needed in order to fully function at such ungodly hour. When we left camp, it was already starting to get light, so I didn't even use my flashlight. The sights were beautifull. I looked around and thoroughly enjoyed being there at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2h70ZYm034o/TfgY5nTsXKI/AAAAAAAAAec/Asqvdk2xvRo/s1600/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2h70ZYm034o/TfgY5nTsXKI/AAAAAAAAAec/Asqvdk2xvRo/s400/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618267913227885730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASlFPgygiC0/TfgZWVGHtGI/AAAAAAAAAek/PVcf42gDs7c/s1600/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASlFPgygiC0/TfgZWVGHtGI/AAAAAAAAAek/PVcf42gDs7c/s400/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618268406555325538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun rose, we started to feel the heat. No matter how much sunscreen we slathered on, in the end we all still ended up sunburned. It might have been the heat, or maybe our lack of preparation, but the climb turned out pretty draining. I was so tired by the time me and Tim got to the summit, I could barely move my feet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mz8kWnFoig0/Tfgamvv2MeI/AAAAAAAAAes/NUrh_NG6n6Q/s1600/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mz8kWnFoig0/Tfgamvv2MeI/AAAAAAAAAes/NUrh_NG6n6Q/s400/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618269788099195362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, dad and Tim wanted to test out our old OneSport climbing boots, so they made me wear them and thanks to that, I got a gigantic blister on my right heel. When I made it back to the tent I was all out, and really wishing I was home instead. By the time we got out of the tent and packed everything up, the weather changed for the worst. It was extremely foggy, windy and cold. On our way down, it first started to snow and as we moved to lower groudns it started raining. Despite all that it was still wonderful and beautiful out on the mountains. I'm glad we did this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Tim and I had a busy day, we added me to his bank account and his cell phone cervice. I got to change my old stinky phone to a nice samsung solstice 2. I never head a touch screen before, so it's pretty cool. I really like it. Tim payed like $200 for a motorolla tundra, which is some old looking apparantly "rugged and tough" phone, which is supposed to withstand dropping, bad weather conditions, etc. Bleh it's totally ugly in my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are just getting ready to leave, Tim is cooking and I'm just packing.&lt;br /&gt;Tim is taking me with him to go on his truck. I guess I will get to see the road, and go to states I have never been too. Kind of exited for this. I have lot's of books with me, so I should have loads of things to read. I will try to update with pictures and stories whenever possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-5975822289485418132?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5975822289485418132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-of-mt-rainier.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5975822289485418132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5975822289485418132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-of-mt-rainier.html' title='Weekend of Mt. Rainier'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUg2PRBko2A/TfgXvi6oEbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NcvDeVCB7kA/s72-c/Mom%2Bgraduation%2B%252B%2BMt%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8834279375571746260</id><published>2011-06-10T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:28:17.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Grads!</title><content type='html'>After a lot of stressful studies, many days of lost sleep, triumphs and failures, our mom finally graduated from the respiratory care program yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii_UTr0vNs0/TfJgSBcGHuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kyL_cpcqsVs/s1600/Mom%2527s%2BGraduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii_UTr0vNs0/TfJgSBcGHuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kyL_cpcqsVs/s400/Mom%2527s%2BGraduation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616657548024618722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really awesome, and I hope she can now go on to get a good job. (:&lt;br /&gt;Last week has been somewhat uneventful. We did had an awesome hike to mailbox last Sunday, I ruthlessly choose to wear my vibram fivefingers, and in the end was disappointed by them. They are just not made for this kind of thing. So Wednesday I had a hard decision to make, I ended up giving them back, and just getting regular hiking shoes. I'm a bit sad, but they weren't really all that useful to me. &lt;br /&gt;Now Tim is planning to take me with him driving, for the next couple of weeks. So I am trying to stock up on books and other things that might be useful to me while I'm bored on our travels. Oh and also this weekend we are planning to climb Mt. Rainier. Hopefully it goes well and we will be able to reach the summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prfWo5ecFnA/TfJiK6wJRnI/AAAAAAAAAd8/liMPfAOJD9g/s1600/Mom%2527s%2BGraduation%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prfWo5ecFnA/TfJiK6wJRnI/AAAAAAAAAd8/liMPfAOJD9g/s400/Mom%2527s%2BGraduation%2B034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616659624993834610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ A little treat I baked for my mom's graduation, that we enjoyed last evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8834279375571746260?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8834279375571746260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-for-grads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8834279375571746260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8834279375571746260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-for-grads.html' title='Time for Grads!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii_UTr0vNs0/TfJgSBcGHuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kyL_cpcqsVs/s72-c/Mom%2527s%2BGraduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4032196384847575675</id><published>2011-06-01T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:38:00.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><title type='text'>Activity promotes life (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahLXb7VcKNs/Tea5SGguOTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/G9SQk8K3LHw/s1600/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613377706200545586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahLXb7VcKNs/Tea5SGguOTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/G9SQk8K3LHw/s400/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday our family packed our bags and headed out to Leavenworth. On the way there we made a little detour to Ellensburg and visited our friends Flura and Bill, therefore we arrived at the 8 mile campground on Friday June 27. Luckily we go the last empty spot, apparently a week or so ago, there was a massive debris flow that prevented the opening of other campgrounds higher up the road. After we put up our tents and unloaded the car, we got some snacks and went out hiking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHM4cJKW4Qs/Tea5lzAYYcI/AAAAAAAAAcc/8y8R2_YPfh0/s1600/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613378044562006466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHM4cJKW4Qs/Tea5lzAYYcI/AAAAAAAAAcc/8y8R2_YPfh0/s400/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of sun and a bit of clouds, we were out to a good start. It took us about 2 hours to reach the top and we were rewarded with a beautiful bird's eye view of Leavenworth. There was a bit of picture-taking along the way, so here are the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKiy58wasxo/Tea6havUHtI/AAAAAAAAAck/mWLqx5bz1is/s1600/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613379068840124114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKiy58wasxo/Tea6havUHtI/AAAAAAAAAck/mWLqx5bz1is/s400/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7b-IidEcAI/Tea7ArP-YMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Z0q51bGYm94/s1600/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613379605848023234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7b-IidEcAI/Tea7ArP-YMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Z0q51bGYm94/s400/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9f_nR1MeG9M/Tea7QE7PmBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SAFM9HTkWMY/s1600/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613379870438430738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9f_nR1MeG9M/Tea7QE7PmBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SAFM9HTkWMY/s400/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBDgaZMrzcs/Tea773GI8_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/22jxGwiPia8/s1600/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBDgaZMrzcs/Tea773GI8_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/22jxGwiPia8/s400/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613380622640280562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we did a bit of climbing, and met up with some friends that were going to come stay in camp too. For dinner we had some delicious grilled sausages,corn, grilled cheese sandwiches, and some roasted marshmellows! Now that's what I call a real "camping" dinner. (:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we did a bit more hiking, and later in the day went out to Leavenworth to eat yummy ice cream. My favorite flavors are huckleberry cheescake and bordeux cherry I always get a scoop of each on a waffle cone. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;We also visited the famous Leavenworth hat shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qojaeBbqlKU/Tea80M_lMXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/S7_rAE-j77k/s1600/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qojaeBbqlKU/Tea80M_lMXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/S7_rAE-j77k/s400/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613381590591025522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z0cA8usBGk/Tea9ZuTzpkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/xcKFqccIbOU/s1600/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B295%2Bedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z0cA8usBGk/Tea9ZuTzpkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/xcKFqccIbOU/s400/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B295%2Bedited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613382235189388866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-990xIA9XUr8/Tea-mLOyKgI/AAAAAAAAAdc/xKPOK-pT-JQ/s1600/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-990xIA9XUr8/Tea-mLOyKgI/AAAAAAAAAdc/xKPOK-pT-JQ/s400/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613383548623006210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vC1whY_Z1U/Tea-0v3CExI/AAAAAAAAAdk/71QJYIYXfHg/s1600/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vC1whY_Z1U/Tea-0v3CExI/AAAAAAAAAdk/71QJYIYXfHg/s400/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613383798973666066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was wonderfull but rainy day, I got my EAD and drove out to the social security offcie to apply for my ssn. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;I guess the mail lady didn't lose anything, and I've been blaming her for no reason. My appologies mail lady. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to a good week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4032196384847575675?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4032196384847575675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/06/activity-promotes-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4032196384847575675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4032196384847575675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/06/activity-promotes-life.html' title='Activity promotes life (:'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahLXb7VcKNs/Tea5SGguOTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/G9SQk8K3LHw/s72-c/Memorial%2BWeekend%2BCamping%2BLeavenworth%2B035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7697849463881056113</id><published>2011-05-24T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:26:02.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>ARgh, irritation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Чем ближе 2012, тем чаще вспоминаешь слова Фёдора Михайловича &lt;br /&gt;– «Если наш человек заговорил о триаде Гегеля, это значит, что деньги надо положить во внутренний карман».&lt;br /&gt;или вот  Салтыков-Щедрин прекрасно выразил псевдопатриотизм в словах &lt;br /&gt;– «Заговорил о патриотизме. Как видно, украсть что-то хочет». &lt;/em&gt; - Iva on lifejournal.&lt;br /&gt;Made me smile, I agree with her opinion on government, and with the quotes as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been extremely interested in reading russian lifejournal entries from interesting ladies, Perventina being one of them - she has wonderfull looks on lookbook and one day I hope my style will become as nice and sophisticated. I hear she cooks too, hehe I have a long way to go before considering myself a cook. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim came over yesterday. Did some gross things, like drinking beer while driving a car, as if you couldn't wait till you get home. Disgusting. People make me mad sometimes, really mad. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;This morining, he broke apart his car cd player/ radio thingy, all because he had the itch to fix a broken button. Great, now we have to buy a whole new things. Good going Tim. &gt;.&lt; So irritating!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I almost went into panic attack mode because the lights went out for a bit. :P &lt;br /&gt;Lately all I do is rant it seems. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;The post mail lady for sure lost my letter, I'm mad at her, what if it was something important? Argh, it probably was too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7697849463881056113?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7697849463881056113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7697849463881056113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7697849463881056113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/2012.html' title='ARgh, irritation.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6522239056391655822</id><published>2011-05-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:12:53.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Потеряные мысли</title><content type='html'>Всё надоело! Сидеть без дела, ждать чего-то, не иметь возможности что-то делать. Эх, никто мне не сказал что жизнь такая страная штука. Как так можно поступить с человеком, сидит он и хочет что-то сделать а не может...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I talked to dad and he was being pretty damn sceptical about the future, which makes me depressed. I don't want to have to worry about them, when my life finally starts. It's selfish I know, but I'd like everything to be nice and simple and go as planned. Which it usually seems not to. &lt;br /&gt;Partly it's our own fault, partly fate laughing at us. I don't ask for much you know? No need for riches, fame or anything outrageous like that. Just simple, nice life, where I don't have to feel suicidal because I can't do shit about it. I figured that worrying about the future and not doing anything about it doesn't work, which really makes sense. If you want something to change do something about it. I did! But now this new thing is bothering me in my head. I adore my parents and I would like to sort out their problems, except that so far the only way to sort them that I found is to win around a million bucks in the lottery. Now we all know I'm not that lucky. I won a book once, but that's about it. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Tim complaining about money...and I'm not even wasting it on anything yet. It's not going to become any easier from here on, all I see is us needing more and more money for countless things we are going to be needing. Who is the asshole that came up with the concept of money anyway? Let me tell you, I deeply dislike that men (I'm sure it was a man, who else would come up with such ridiculous concept). &lt;br /&gt;So they say, money won't bring you happiness, that's total bullshit! If you don't have money, you can't do things you want to! If you don't do things you want to, you are depressed and pissed, and cranky and a thousand other things. So, in conclusion money does make people happy in some weird way - it does contribute to our well being. I wish I was an heiress and didn't have a care in the world. Hm, I wonder what kind of person I would be then? Probably an extreme snob and rude! But who knows? My last chance is to win the jackpot at Vegas this summer, if I go there that is of course. &lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm down right now, I'm just deep in thought and have the sniffles, so I have to rant about things clouding my mind at this point in time. Money is one of them. I don't really want it or need it, but to do things that have to be done, apparently I do need it. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. This circle of life is becoming disturbing, I need a good book to take a brake from this reality right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly aggravated - Wishing to be a heiress, Jane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6522239056391655822?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6522239056391655822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6522239056391655822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6522239056391655822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='Потеряные мысли'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4391081631924390215</id><published>2011-05-19T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:02:26.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public transportation'/><title type='text'>Does sunshine cause people to become hornballs?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so a bit of a rant today. I had my second apointemnt at the aesthetic laser center of seattle today. Once again, if you live in Seattle area and want your hair gone, I think they are a really good place to go to. Ofcourse it hurted a bit again, but nothing too painfull, I think it's a fair trade for a smoth skin surface. :P The results were pretty awesome after the first treatment, lot's of hairs just fell out and I barely had to shave at all, so I'm really exited to see how will my second time around go.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to my ranting...I got used to knowing that people are weird after riding the public bus for quite a while, but for some reason it keeps baffling me every time some weirdo tries to talk to me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;My old I'm 16 trick came in handy again today, when some 20something black dude asked me how old am I, when I got on the bus. Okay, so why does he care how old am I? Why is he even talking to me at all. Uh, gross, I assume they want to know how old a girl is to see if it's legal to hit on her, so I figured while I still look underage I will use it to my advantage. Ugh, I'm so over waiting till August to get my new car. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sit and mind no body's business when this late 30ties dude sits next to me, and asks me if I'm a native? Lol, apparantly now I look like a Native American...&lt;br /&gt;I usually feel extremely uncomfortable to ignore people who talk to me, so I had to chat with him for the rest of my busride. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me his whole life story, and then told me that I am extremely mature for my age and should become a politician lol. Well, that's nice of him I guess. Phew, but that is not it!&lt;br /&gt;After I left the bus and started walking towards my house, random cars honked at me, a few people in the cars whistled, and one random dude in the car pulled in the drive way I was going to walk through to try to talk to me, argh I totally ignored that disgusting behavior and walked on as he didn't just do that. So do people really turn into hornballs when it's sunny? Because I wasn't even wearing anything that screamed sexappeal, I wasn't even wearing heels, just my old sneakers a button up shirt and my capris. Uh, men are just gross sometimes, really, or I must be an extremely hot lady who looks hot even wearing a potato sack. Ha! &lt;br /&gt;It all makes me feel extremely uncomfortable. Me no likey such attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4391081631924390215?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4391081631924390215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/does-sunshine-cause-people-to-become.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4391081631924390215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4391081631924390215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/does-sunshine-cause-people-to-become.html' title='Does sunshine cause people to become hornballs?'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-3371890274326016901</id><published>2011-05-18T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:16:21.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orca&apos;s Island'/><title type='text'>Orca's Island</title><content type='html'>Tim came over on Friday and we bolted off to Orca's Island. Apparantly our ferry karma is really bad because we didn't make it to the one we wanted to again! Lol we arrived 15 minutes early, but all the space was filled up already! D:&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was rainy so we mostly stayed in. Saturday we went kayaking wich was nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SWP5EcvzjI/TdSmLGt159I/AAAAAAAAAcE/G0Pu0WcxdFU/s1600/Orca%2527s%2BIsland%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SWP5EcvzjI/TdSmLGt159I/AAAAAAAAAcE/G0Pu0WcxdFU/s400/Orca%2527s%2BIsland%2B024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608290145694771154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out my arm fitness is really bad, because when it was time for me and Tim to row it back home, I was so tired I couldn't make it all the way back. We stopped at a deserted bank and tied up our kayaks so Tim could row me back. ):&lt;br /&gt;I got to do some arm muscle strengthening excersize asap! Plus I got water all over me, and was all icky and salty. Still it was nice though.&lt;br /&gt;The ladies also got to go to a jacuzzi and swiming pool. Oh how much I missed swimming! I so hope it gets a whole lot warmer so I can go and enjoy swimming at the local lakes. (:&lt;br /&gt;We had some delicious pork shish kabob for dinner and a very tasty Napoleon cake. I picked it myself so good choice on that one. :P&lt;br /&gt;Lately the weather has been spectacular. I absolutely adore it, makes me all happy and fuzzy inside!&lt;br /&gt;Also I went in for my biometrics appointment on Monday, so hooray for that, now I hope they will send me my work authorization papers soon. I'm exited.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I also hope my mail lady is being deligent, since there were some papers sent to me on May 9 that I still didn't receive. I so do hope they didn't get lost and will get to me asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prDLO5cvNJQ/TdSnfoIbrYI/AAAAAAAAAcM/GHP5n1UpZIM/s1600/orcas%2B133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prDLO5cvNJQ/TdSnfoIbrYI/AAAAAAAAAcM/GHP5n1UpZIM/s400/orcas%2B133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608291597773680002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Tim and I getting drenched under the waterfall on Orca's Island~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-3371890274326016901?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3371890274326016901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/orcas-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3371890274326016901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3371890274326016901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/orcas-island.html' title='Orca&apos;s Island'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SWP5EcvzjI/TdSmLGt159I/AAAAAAAAAcE/G0Pu0WcxdFU/s72-c/Orca%2527s%2BIsland%2B024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8634486842185012819</id><published>2011-05-04T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:18:26.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swim suit'/><title type='text'>Oh lovely day!</title><content type='html'>Today is a wonderfully lovely day! You know the day is awesome when you wake up walk into the kitchen and are blinded by the light of the morning sun! My favorite days begin that way. (:&lt;br /&gt;It was so beautifull outside that I couldn't resist walking around in the neighborhood for an hour or so, enjoying the light breeze and the warmth of the morning sun. Ahh, the delicious freshness of the air and the sunny atmosphere made me so extremely happy for no reason at all! Such early morning always inspire me to be the best person I can be! I silently make up an ode to nature as I walk :P&lt;br /&gt;Now I can harldy continue writing this entry, as I smell the sweet chocolaty scent of my brownies cooking in the oven! Ahh what a gorgeous morning &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other new I recently went shopping for swim suits, and finally decided on a sort of retro looking one from Macy's~ Kind of strangy never really had a swim suit from Macy's before. I even got to save money cause they had a 25% off family and friends sale (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDsPW-UPjTc/TcGGYIxZ01I/AAAAAAAAAb0/lqnsot6mrKo/s1600/swim%2Bsuit%2Bshopping%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDsPW-UPjTc/TcGGYIxZ01I/AAAAAAAAAb0/lqnsot6mrKo/s400/swim%2Bsuit%2Bshopping%2B010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602907160655287122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snap of my outfit that day...I'm glad I was looking so cute because Tim suddenly showed up at home with no warning, while I was shopping haha, it would have been so embarassing if I was looking unprepared. That is why people should always look good no matter what they are doing, never know when something unexpected happens :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0uN59S0enbY/TcGHX-q6A6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/NtXNpkN6KhA/s1600/swim%2Bsuit%2Bshopping%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0uN59S0enbY/TcGHX-q6A6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/NtXNpkN6KhA/s400/swim%2Bsuit%2Bshopping%2B016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602908257455309730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new swim suit, I like it, but I'm still keeping my eyes wide open in case I see something I like even more :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8634486842185012819?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8634486842185012819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-lovely-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8634486842185012819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8634486842185012819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-lovely-day.html' title='Oh lovely day!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDsPW-UPjTc/TcGGYIxZ01I/AAAAAAAAAb0/lqnsot6mrKo/s72-c/swim%2Bsuit%2Bshopping%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1682787397381521173</id><published>2011-04-24T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T15:45:12.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>So we tried to color our Easter eggs :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ4j3VG7Y5A/TbRmVqrnUSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/wDe6Z89bXJo/s1600/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2Band%2BPark%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ4j3VG7Y5A/TbRmVqrnUSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/wDe6Z89bXJo/s400/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2Band%2BPark%2B051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599212759148876066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took my sister to an Easter egg-hunt at &lt;a href="http://www.vasaparkresort.com/"&gt;Vasa Park&lt;/a&gt;. It was a lovely sunny day and finally it was actually warm! I was beyond happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;Some of our friends joined us there and the kids had a blast first gathering the eggs and then playing at the playground a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VU4tQs-orQg/TbRnNZxchZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qWPTRfVUAss/s1600/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2Band%2BPark%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VU4tQs-orQg/TbRnNZxchZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qWPTRfVUAss/s400/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2Band%2BPark%2B057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599213716682605970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later me and Niyara went to have brunch at McDonald's (yeah it's not healthy I know, but it's fun to do it once in a while, because I absolutely LOVE their fries! No one can do it better!)&lt;br /&gt;We did some shopping for the house, and then went to a picnic at Angle Lake. I thoroughly enjoyed the sunny afternoon, and let my legs enjoy some of the sun rays (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KOhKXXcCho/TbSlYc5etvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jNu32hxyf28/s1600/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2Band%2BPark%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KOhKXXcCho/TbSlYc5etvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jNu32hxyf28/s400/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2Band%2BPark%2B097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599282076221093618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we attempted to color our easter eggs with natural colors i.e. using food...&lt;br /&gt;To make yellow we used tumeric, I'm glad we did because other than for that, I never have used it in my cooking before :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MsVzoYxZ2s/TbSmRZSxHOI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VAbPbMHXzdc/s1600/Easter%2BEggs%2Band%2BMuffins%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MsVzoYxZ2s/TbSmRZSxHOI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VAbPbMHXzdc/s400/Easter%2BEggs%2Band%2BMuffins%2B031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599283054505958626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp8owb-mYco/TbSmqTbpaII/AAAAAAAAAbs/s95wIQ_U2wE/s1600/Easter%2BEggs%2Band%2BMuffins%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp8owb-mYco/TbSmqTbpaII/AAAAAAAAAbs/s95wIQ_U2wE/s400/Easter%2BEggs%2Band%2BMuffins%2B033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599283482429319298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried to make our eggs purple with beets, but that did not meet success ;_; In the end my sister put some pretty stickers on the eggs, and we made some blueberry muffins. It's kind of a lazy Easter this year, just relazing around the house I guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone everywhere is enjoying their day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1682787397381521173?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1682787397381521173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-we-tried-to-color-our-easter-eggs-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1682787397381521173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1682787397381521173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-we-tried-to-color-our-easter-eggs-p.html' title='So we tried to color our Easter eggs :P'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ4j3VG7Y5A/TbRmVqrnUSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/wDe6Z89bXJo/s72-c/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2Band%2BPark%2B051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4195633617109504975</id><published>2011-04-20T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:27:59.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibram'/><title type='text'>Where is the spring?</title><content type='html'>hI'm so tired of this cold and gloomy weather. I want my sunshine, walks in the warm breeze, bare feet on the hot sand at the beach, tanning till i'm red in the face! Why does it all seem so impossible right now? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring, I beg you to come back and grace me with your presence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday while Tim was still here we went hiking to Rattle Snake Trail not to far from our home. When I was leaving the house it was nice and sunny, I even pulled out my sunglasses. Guess what? That did not last! The minute we got to the hiking spot, it started pouring rain. Luckily it was very light, since neither me nor Tim brought a rain coat with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6r3x6L-Ins/Ta9P7pOL4PI/AAAAAAAAAbE/zX4itCgcIZU/s1600/pi%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597780747941044466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6r3x6L-Ins/Ta9P7pOL4PI/AAAAAAAAAbE/zX4itCgcIZU/s400/pi%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also sporting my new lovely five finger vibrams, which are now extremely dirty from the hike, and I'm not sure whether or not I should believe what it says on the sticker about them being machine wash approved. The hike went great despite the rain, we enjoyed having the exercise and even ran all the way down (which caused my leg muscles to ache with pain the next day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hike, we had to quickly make ourselves look nice and go to Anton's party. Meh, I ofcourse did not want to go. Unfortunatly being with people older than me kind of makes me unfcomfortable. So, it's not like I can chat about some unnecessary things and fit in with the company. Mostly, I don't even have anything to talk about with them. Then there was this sour faced teenage girl (unsure of her age), but she sure did not look friendly. Kind of made me want to gag, the snobby expression she had on her face. I wonder if when I was younger, did I also make such faces? Lol, I can imagine that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, Tim figured I was bored and bailed me out which was nice of him, however, he did tell me that he will not do that again, and that I need to sharpen my social skills! The insolence! &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday, my legs were evil and hurting, so we stayed home and were extremely lazy! Watched Unstopable and Centurion, which were okay movies I guess. Not anything spectacular, but okay to watch if you are bored. Tim made plov so we had a delicious dinner! :P I really love it when he cooks, the food is always delicious.&lt;br /&gt;I also caught him smocking and was super pissed at him, he elected to make up for that by letting me try to drive his manual bmw. Erm, I totally failed, so I guess automatic is the only kind of cars I'll be driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya, I totally suck compared to him ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm the USCIS cashed our checks, so I hope they finally will send me my receipt notices, I really would appreciate it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4195633617109504975?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4195633617109504975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-is-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4195633617109504975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4195633617109504975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-is-spring.html' title='Where is the spring?'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6r3x6L-Ins/Ta9P7pOL4PI/AAAAAAAAAbE/zX4itCgcIZU/s72-c/pi%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-5859058549951284684</id><published>2011-04-15T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:20:20.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laser hair removal'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Hair?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first treatment of laser hair removal at the Aesthetic Laser Center of Seattle. It was alright, the aesthetician made me feel comfortable, and the sting from the laser wasn't so bad. Have to admit there were two places that stung the most (but I'd rather not name them :P) So I shall see what difference it will make after this first treatment. Me and Tim also made a trip to Godiva for some delicious chocolate dipped macaroons, yum &amp;lt;3! Today we all went to the Puyallup fair. The weather was icky and rainy at first, but after a while it got sunny. Man, the rides were super expensive. We spent like $50, just for the rides! And we didn't even go to many. &amp;gt;: Tim did win me a cute turtle though (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-5859058549951284684?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5859058549951284684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/bye-bye-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5859058549951284684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5859058549951284684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/bye-bye-hair.html' title='Bye Bye Hair?'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1126293705747834073</id><published>2011-04-12T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:22:12.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><title type='text'>A bit of this and that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last Friday I went out with my friend Adrie and had a blast. We ate some sushi (yum &amp;lt;3), she had an accident of spilling ice water on her pants (lol), we blamed it all on the persistent dude who overflowed my txt inbox until I made it clear we are not going to the movies together because Tim wouldn't be too happy about that :P Erm, anyhow the guys ditched us after me and Adrie spend an eternity at Forever 21, trying to find her some dry clothes. In the end she got some jean shorts. Finally we were off to the movies, we decided to watch Limitless. Good decision, because it was AWESOME!! Yes, if you have not seen it yet, drop what you doing and go see it. I don't know, I just really liked it. (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The frustruating deal with my papers is still frustruating, no light has been shed on where are my receipt notices and wtf is going on anyway~ Well, Lola is supposed find out, so fingers crossed?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday I got a summones for jury duty in the mail, well umm I'm not a citizen so obviously I'm not qualified to do jury duty, so why you sending me that? Eh, waste of paper! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, running in my new shoes is still a bit painfull, but I'm making progress I think! (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1126293705747834073?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1126293705747834073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/bit-of-this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1126293705747834073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1126293705747834073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='A bit of this and that.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-9201109197143785861</id><published>2011-04-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:54:53.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Vibram Five Fingers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoUSqyF_orA/TZ0aT0cQJiI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Joia1_brJYQ/s1600/pics%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592655240061003298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoUSqyF_orA/TZ0aT0cQJiI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Joia1_brJYQ/s400/pics%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet my new running shoes, Vibram five fingers! Let me tell you that they are extremely awesome. It feels like you are wearing really well fitted leather gloves on your feet, but when you run it feels like you are running bare foot. Even better yet, although it feels like running bare foot, you can't feel all those rocks and other mess on the ground. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought them last Sunday, and waited patiently till it stopped raining so I can finally have my first run. Today was the day. It was nice and sunny, the shoes were perfect, now I hope the muscles on my feet which I wasn't using before, won't hurt too much, so I can go run again tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason they are really inspirational to me, they make me want to run and run and run everyday. Ha. I would totally recommend people to get them, if they are interesting in running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also this ethical dilema bothering me. I met this okay guy person at a party I went to recently and we kinda talked about some things in common. So next thing he asked if it would be cool for me to go to the movies with him, so I didn't really think to long and said okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I thought, if Tim went to the movies with some chick, I would be totally pissed! So I texted the guy back and said that, I'd rather not go if it's only the two of us cause I don't think my husband would like that. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew... I did kinda want to go see a movie though ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Also, I read The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan. The book is a continuation of the "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" book series. Except for this series of books is called "The Heroes of Olympus". It was pretty good, I'm now actually anticipating to read the next book which should come out in fall. Many of the old characters are featured and some new exciting ones are also present. So, if anyone read the first series, I suggest they read this one as well. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-9201109197143785861?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9201109197143785861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/vibram-fife-fingers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/9201109197143785861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/9201109197143785861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/vibram-fife-fingers.html' title='Vibram Five Fingers!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoUSqyF_orA/TZ0aT0cQJiI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Joia1_brJYQ/s72-c/pics%2B057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7220284683266270499</id><published>2011-03-28T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:45:23.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal'/><title type='text'>A wonderfull time, late as always</title><content type='html'>So today I wanted to write about some things that went on last week/weekend. That I as always am late in blogging about. Maybe it's my laziness or something else, but I never do it on time. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; After me and my husband attended the Navruz celebration, we didn't really feel like doing anything the next day, which happened to be last Sunday. We woke up mid-morning, put on our clothes and walked to Safeway, where we got bacon, waffles and cream cheese, and rented the movie 127 hours. After a lazy breakfast of bacon with eggs and cream cheese smothered on waffles (delicious!), we watched the movie. I have to say it was pretty gross when "Aron" had cut off his arm, but it was pretty interesting. The movies is a true story based on the events of 2008 ( i think) when Aron Ralston was hiking in Blue John Canyon, fell, and had his arm stuck under a boulder. Eventually he cut it off, and survived. Now he is married, has a son, and is doing pretty good. My dad and husband claim they saw him last year climbing in leavenworth. :P The rest of the day was pretty quiet, hm I even forgot what we had for dinner. :/ At night we ended up playing our favorite Eastern European/Russian game called &lt;a href="http://www.pagat.com/marriage/1000.html"&gt;1000 (tysiacha) &lt;/a&gt;I happened to win! Which rarely happens, lol. (: Monday was pretty awesome too. Tim had a dentist appointment, but after that I forced him to take the lighrail with me to Seattle ( he loves driving his car, so it was nice to make him take public transportation for once). There we went ahead to REI and bought me a really soft and cuddly light blue North Face fleece jacket. &amp;lt;3 Once at the checkout, the sales lady dropped an awesome surprise on us, she said we still had $240 dividents to spend. So we went right back to the store and bought Tim and my dad new shoes. (: Tuesday was even more awesome. We woke up really early in the morning, 7 am! The weather outside was chilly but clear. So we loaded our ski gear in the car and were off to Crystal mountain to ski. Shell gas stations had a really nice deal this winter when buying 10 or more gallons of gas you would get a ski voucher for a free ticket with a purchase of one full price ticket. I happened to have 3 of them, so we used one up and instead of paying 150 for both of us, we only payed $80! Yay!!! There was lot's of snow, and not to many people. So we had lots of fun, and got super duper tired at the end of the day. Before I forget in the morning when we were going to Crystal we stopped by this little coffe shop place (usually i'm only starbucks kind of girl but i felt like trying something new), they had the bestest blended drink I ever had. It was soooo delicious, you not going to believe. It had a pretty weird name too "Big Train Mocha Motion". YUM. We got some more on the way home. Now, everytime I go by that place I will make sure to get the drink. (: I was soo happy! But what a bummer Tim had to leave for work Wednsday morning. So that was my wonderfull time. I hope everyone else had a good one too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7220284683266270499?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7220284683266270499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonderfull-time-late-as-always.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7220284683266270499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7220284683266270499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonderfull-time-late-as-always.html' title='A wonderfull time, late as always'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-5577416352633248335</id><published>2011-03-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:51:46.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nowruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Happy Navruz ~ First Day of Spring!</title><content type='html'>Good day to everyone! Finally it is the first day of spring today! It is partly cloudy outside and rather warm. I guess it is time to be packing away those thick jackets and coats and getting ready to bring out the spring/summer clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all are blessed with wonderful weather and spring cheer today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write about the Navruz(Nowruz) Celebration we had this saturday at North Seattle Community College. The Seattle Tashkent Sister City Association has organized this event. The vice president happens to be our family friend so she told us about the event and asked if we would like to join. As I mentioned before I even agreed to participate in the fashion show they would be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people participating in the fashion show had to arrive at 5pm, and the event was schedulled to begin at 6pm. As me and my husband Tim arrived, first thing we noticed was Anton the chef who was cooking the traditional meal called Plov and my dad dressed in traditional clothing helping him :P&lt;br /&gt;Tim obtained some kind of furry traditional hat and went to help out the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I and some other ladies who were participating in the show, choose our pieces and minggled about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration was hosted in the caffeteria, around 200 or so people showed up. It was a very diverse group of people, there were the traditional uzbek grandmas and grandpas, lots of children, young adults and men and women. Part of the entertainment program were some traditional dances, traditional poetry read by the University of Washington Turkic and Central Eurasian Studies Program students. As well as disco for people to dance to traditional music and ofcourse the traditional meal.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly my camera batteries ran out so I didn't take any good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6AXAqrN1zrU/TYfC2IbxVaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bnx0qUC4AZA/s1600/DSCN4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586648098009077154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6AXAqrN1zrU/TYfC2IbxVaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bnx0qUC4AZA/s400/DSCN4817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;- My dad and chef Anton by the Plof -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hd5Fgyjb6EE/TYfE-OBv6UI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7uGn-AY4Eok/s1600/DSCN4824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hd5Fgyjb6EE/TYfE-OBv6UI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7uGn-AY4Eok/s400/DSCN4824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586650435972753730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;- I and Tim enjoying our meal -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj09-UZWcxc/TYfHfFXv99I/AAAAAAAAAag/DgUTC2MNpvw/s1600/DSCN4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj09-UZWcxc/TYfHfFXv99I/AAAAAAAAAag/DgUTC2MNpvw/s400/DSCN4854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586653199608051666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;- Me in the Fashion Show, the long head dress thing is traditional in Uzbek weddings -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone do anything interesting on the first day of spring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-5577416352633248335?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5577416352633248335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-navruz-first-day-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5577416352633248335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5577416352633248335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-navruz-first-day-of-spring.html' title='Happy Navruz ~ First Day of Spring!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6AXAqrN1zrU/TYfC2IbxVaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bnx0qUC4AZA/s72-c/DSCN4817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-559095194696771053</id><published>2011-03-18T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:23:07.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Huff Puff about stuff!</title><content type='html'>As I lay in bed this gloomy morning, my alarm clock disturbed my sleep with it's annoying beeping sounds. Somehow, usually I wake up at the first beep, but today I just didn't want to part with my sleep, and kept thinking what in the world is that disturbing sound, until I finally realized what it was and woke up with a gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked into the kitchen I knew my day was not going to be a good one! The mess!!! Argh. I cannot wait till we finally get an apartment and move out. I honestly don't think I can tolerate this confinement and mess any longer. It basically drives me mad. Just last week, because of all the dishes, and dirty kitchen floor the house was infested with freaking ants!! Of all different sizes no less. &gt;: I mean I am definitly not a clean freak, and usually cannot be bothered to do any cleaning unless forced to. But this was the end of my patients. I went super crazy. Killed all ants in sight, and trust me there were many. Then cleaned the whole kitchen. Somewhere online I found that they don't like vinegar, so I wiped all surfaces with it. Also I read that they don't like the smell of cinnamon, so I sprinkled some in the garbage. After, that I think they finally let us be, I see one from time to time, but kill them immediatly. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning, I had to look at all the mess and be irritated. Of course I also went ahead and cleaned it. Which left me with hardly any time to have breakfast. I cannot live of a carrot. &lt;br /&gt;Now, the vacuum isn't working properly and seriously infuriates me, because how am I supposed to clean the rest of the house without it? &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;To top it off the stupid GPS in the car stopped working. It didn't brake or anything but it says some FM traffic thing is missing, and is not showing maps. So when I connected it to the computer to try to update it, the damn computer told me it cannot find the device. That was yesterday, but i'm still pretty pissed about it. &lt;br /&gt;We really need to switch place of living asap, before I go mad.&lt;br /&gt;My patience is up. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Also tommorow is going to be &lt;a href="http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/search/label/Nowruz"&gt;Nowruz&lt;/a&gt; celebration at North Seattle Community College hosted by the &lt;a href="http://www.seattle-tashkent.org/"&gt;Seattle Tashkent Sister City Association&lt;/a&gt;. I am planning to join it, since I was born in Tashkent, and it would be a good thing to envolve myself in, plus will look good when I will apply for University.&lt;br /&gt;In any case I agreed to participate in the fashion show that will be held there, and we are supposed to wear traditional clothing, since I don't own any, I will borrow Lola's. So let's hope that works out fine, and I don't fall of the stage or something lol.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my husband will not be able to make it there. Which is a good thing, haha I would definitly fall of stage if he was watching me, or maybe not, I don't even know. But it would sure make me more nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, almost forgot, last week one of my elementary school friends from Tashkent found me on facebook. It made me so exited to see how someone I haven't seen in so long turned out. It was nice, turns out she is getting married soon too! How exiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do hope, that everyone else out there is having a better day than me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-559095194696771053?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/559095194696771053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/huff-puff-about-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/559095194696771053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/559095194696771053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/huff-puff-about-stuff.html' title='Huff Puff about stuff!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-819046386738192093</id><published>2011-03-12T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T11:55:50.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>No Way Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/3/9780061834783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 426px; height: 648px;" src="http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/3/9780061834783.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I happened to go to our local library with my little sister, to pick out some books to read. Reading is something I love, and I like different genres of books.&lt;br /&gt;So when I walked in to the library and looked at the books they were promoting I noticed something that looked like a book about mountains. Now, my parents are mountain climbers and I myself enjoy the roaming the peaks. So ofcourse a book about mountains would spike my interest. I went ahead and took it home.&lt;br /&gt;The book is called "No Way Down: Life and Death on K2" written by Graham Bowley. It describes the tragedy that occured in 2008 on K2 - at 28,251 foot it is the world's second-highest mountain. Eleven climbers have died that year and the book describes the story of how it happened. Overall I think the book is alright. However I wouldn't really recommend it. The author seems to be all over the place, the future, past, and present, and I had somewhat a hard time following it, and remembering all the names. Also to me it's strange when a writer writes a book about the mountain tragedy when he never even been in the mountain, or a mountain climber. I feel like it lacks passion. It also left too many unanswered questions.&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I did read it and found the events of what happened interesting. So if someone is really into mountaneering, you could read it in your free time. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Also, I think it was tuesday, we had really nice and sunny weather. I took my baby sister to the park, as well I took my basketball. I have to say, nothing like playing basketball to raise your mood! It made me ecstaticly happy for some reason, even though I totally sucked after not playing for a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-819046386738192093?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/819046386738192093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-way-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/819046386738192093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/819046386738192093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-way-down.html' title='No Way Down.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2128361027534785578</id><published>2011-03-11T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:23:03.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquake'/><title type='text'>An awful way to wake up!</title><content type='html'>What woke me up this Friday morning, was a call from my dad, going something like this: "Dear are you still sleeping? Yes? Oh well then you don't know the world news this morning. Japan is practically erased from earths surface as well as Hawaii, and half of Cali is gone...and its coming to get us too!" WHAT???!! Apparantly he dramatized a bit, because my mother in law has called him earlier because she was worried about us. Of course there is nothing really to worry about, we don't live on the coast line, in addition it doesn't even seem like Washington is going to get any tsunami waves so far. &lt;br /&gt;But such rude awakening, not to mention almost a heart attack, send me into action. Such as turning on the news channel (which if anyone really knows me,they know I NEVER watch). Then after confirming to myself that yes Japan was really struck by an 8.9 magnitude earthquake, I started to worry about my friend Marina who happens to live in there! Facebook put my mind at ease, by showing me that she has already made a post saying she was alright. Phew. &lt;br /&gt;All in all, the disaster that struck Japan, is horrible, and I hope that the damage to human life will be minimal.&lt;br /&gt;I pray and hope for the people of Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2128361027534785578?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2128361027534785578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/awful-way-to-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2128361027534785578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2128361027534785578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/awful-way-to-wake-up.html' title='An awful way to wake up!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4225234357975818974</id><published>2011-03-01T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:22:13.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Laughter and Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohs6mHaBhgo/TW2zdjzpZJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6tkJ9E-B7hQ/s1600/action%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohs6mHaBhgo/TW2zdjzpZJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6tkJ9E-B7hQ/s400/action%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579312833791354002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to update a little about my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;We said our vows at 5:00pm February 23, in the Judicial Chambers of Seattle Municiple Court. A really nice judge (whose name I unfortunatly forget, because I was so nervous that names were not something I was paying attention to)commenced the ceremony. It was over in a flash, and we had become man and wife! D: &lt;br /&gt;I was pretty nervous, but I think Tim was more nervous than me, cause he totally kept messing up the lines lol. Poor Tim. My little sister was our ring bearer. Adrie and Zafar were our witnesses. Also were present my mom and dad, Tim's mom and her boyfriend Bart. &lt;br /&gt;The view from the place was really nice so we took a few pictures before the judge showed up and after the ceremony. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huTYve77MlI/TW2z-YYCrcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HFncyTlw0RE/s1600/action%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huTYve77MlI/TW2z-YYCrcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HFncyTlw0RE/s400/action%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579313397658463682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BDGz_4TL6eo/TW20MFIk6zI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YvgvGS-AvV0/s1600/618%2BRetouched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BDGz_4TL6eo/TW20MFIk6zI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YvgvGS-AvV0/s400/618%2BRetouched.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579313633011493682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0jbCsnplTk/TW20kaw2eBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/cSvfzo5y0t0/s1600/619%2Baction%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0jbCsnplTk/TW20kaw2eBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/cSvfzo5y0t0/s400/619%2Baction%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579314051134421010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_tfssZ4gVQ/TW21t7vUc8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/qwiB0PggGJk/s1600/621%2Bcut%2Band%2Baction%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_tfssZ4gVQ/TW21t7vUc8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/qwiB0PggGJk/s400/621%2Bcut%2Band%2Baction%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579315314116817858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Un6hVYm2fuM/TW21-yjnq-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/yZN3mLqyNt8/s1600/623%2Baction%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Un6hVYm2fuM/TW21-yjnq-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/yZN3mLqyNt8/s400/623%2Baction%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579315603709602786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed out to mine and Tim's favorite itallian place to eat "Maggianos" in Bellevue. There a couple more of our friends joined us, inculding Anton and his wife Lola, and Oleg and Julia. &lt;br /&gt;The food was delicious, and there was certainly too much of it lol.&lt;br /&gt;We had some toasts, and filled our stomachs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OiQexobHPho/TW22cP6sWlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nmGP-wbfbp8/s1600/639%2BRetouched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OiQexobHPho/TW22cP6sWlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nmGP-wbfbp8/s400/639%2BRetouched.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579316109807213138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxiajQrRo2Q/TW23TPaH8BI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ro1yBebCHYw/s1600/wedding%2B2%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxiajQrRo2Q/TW23TPaH8BI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ro1yBebCHYw/s400/wedding%2B2%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579317054563414034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I had a plan to go to stay at Crystal Mountain and ski there for a couple of days. So we left our guests and headed out, however, once we got outside we noticed that it was snowing, and the road were already covered in a layer of snow. &lt;br /&gt;I was kind of worried that we won't be able to make it to our hotel at Crystal. But fortunatly Tim is really awesome as well as our lovely bmw, they both got us to the hotel safe and sound! &lt;br /&gt;The morning was kind of a disaster though...I thought that when I booked the hotel I got a package that had two ski tickets to go with it, but apparently I didn't. So needless to say Tim was kind of pissed. &gt;.&lt; While, I was kind of upset...&lt;br /&gt;Good thing the day was lovely and the snow really great, because when we went skiing all our troubles went away. :P&lt;br /&gt;And, the new gondola at Crystal Mountain is awesome. We were warm and our feet got a rest everytime we went up the mountain. &lt;br /&gt;The only downside was that my failure with the tickets lead us to having to spend more money for skiing, so we didn't stay there for two days like planned at the beggining. However, we went out to ski at Alpental instead and had a pretty good time too! (:&lt;br /&gt;Well that's pretty much it for now. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4225234357975818974?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4225234357975818974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-laughter-and-commitment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4225234357975818974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4225234357975818974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-laughter-and-commitment.html' title='Love, Laughter and Commitment'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohs6mHaBhgo/TW2zdjzpZJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6tkJ9E-B7hQ/s72-c/action%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8832710962736864676</id><published>2011-02-26T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:12:53.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yes! It Happened!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knvNKHJgX2Q/TWrMUIeJyzI/AAAAAAAAAZA/axXrF6epRoQ/s1600/626%2Baction%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knvNKHJgX2Q/TWrMUIeJyzI/AAAAAAAAAZA/axXrF6epRoQ/s400/626%2Baction%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578495734695185202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got married!&lt;strong&gt; (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;February 23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8832710962736864676?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8832710962736864676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-yes-it-happened.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8832710962736864676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8832710962736864676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-yes-it-happened.html' title='Oh Yes! It Happened!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knvNKHJgX2Q/TWrMUIeJyzI/AAAAAAAAAZA/axXrF6epRoQ/s72-c/626%2Baction%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2866775492410353275</id><published>2011-02-18T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T18:07:13.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gilly hicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gunner Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excersize'/><title type='text'>Down Undies?</title><content type='html'>Today I was out shopping at the mall...and stumbled upon "pantie heaven"!&lt;br /&gt;No really, Gilly Hicks has the cutest panties ever! So lovely with floral prints, and variety of colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.textileglobal.com/Image/GILLY-HICKS-LONDON_1769893a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 503px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.textileglobal.com/Image/GILLY-HICKS-LONDON_1769893a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the down undies are 5/ $25 right now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love shopping for undies in Victoria Secret, but lately they have been extremely dissapointing. A lot of them look boring, or just plain trashy. Meh.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past couple of months I've been excersizing with Gunnar Petersons "Core Secrets" full body challenge workout.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of celebreties and athletes train with him, including Jennifer Lopes, Sylvester Stallone, Penelopy Cruz, and Gwen Stefani.&lt;br /&gt;"Core Secrets" are his 18 home fitness DVD's featuring full body and body part specific workouts..&lt;br /&gt;This is the one I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/36/2a/eb75c060ada07828e1cda110.L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/36/2a/eb75c060ada07828e1cda110.L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty awesome, the music is fun and upbeat, and the way he talks you through the work out, makes me not give up on some challenging excersizes.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this workout 3 times a week for about 2 months now. Now I glide throught the whole 40 minute workout withouth any difficulty. I'm looking forward to getting a new one!&lt;br /&gt;Also, this one is a whole body workout, but I feel like it focuses on the arms a bit more than other body parts.&lt;br /&gt;In the next workout from this series that I will be getting, I will try to find something specific to abs, because that is my troublespot! :P&lt;br /&gt;So if you are looking for a good DVD workout, because you don't want to, or don't have time to go to a gym, Gunner Petersons "Core Secrets" workouts should be defintely on your list! Because they are fun and really make you sweat! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2866775492410353275?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2866775492410353275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/down-undies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2866775492410353275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2866775492410353275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/down-undies.html' title='Down Undies?'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-183501949085208301</id><published>2011-02-14T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:42:17.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers on the doorstep.</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone is having a wonderful day today whether or not your are dating, married, single, or not celebrating valentine's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I came home to find a beautiful flower bouquet on my doorstep! It really made me smile (:&lt;br /&gt;I know that v-day doesn't really mean much to him, and if I wasn't so exited about it he wouldn't bother with it. But i'm glad he did ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ajy_6xOvOE/TVnmuHe0JuI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UKBqHvYpAOk/s1600/Valentine%2Bflowers%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ajy_6xOvOE/TVnmuHe0JuI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UKBqHvYpAOk/s400/Valentine%2Bflowers%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573739693804365538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqqES9MDPoI/TVnnyp8oZ1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/pQALWS3MUjs/s1600/Valentine%2Bflowers%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqqES9MDPoI/TVnnyp8oZ1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/pQALWS3MUjs/s400/Valentine%2Bflowers%2B013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573740871287334738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-183501949085208301?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/183501949085208301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/flowers-on-doorstep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/183501949085208301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/183501949085208301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/flowers-on-doorstep.html' title='Flowers on the doorstep.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ajy_6xOvOE/TVnmuHe0JuI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UKBqHvYpAOk/s72-c/Valentine%2Bflowers%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-3261940438940672818</id><published>2011-02-07T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:48:57.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Limited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>New Shoes and unexpected sweets!</title><content type='html'>I have done a lot of store hopping these past couple of days. Mostly I was looking for a dress I could wear to the ceremony, as well as shoes and a coat to go along. So far no luck with the coat, I did get the dress and shoes though! (:&lt;br /&gt;As far as our wedding goes, we are just having a simple civil ceremony with just our witnesses and my dad and his mom present. Big weddings kind of scare me, so I'm glad we are not doing that, plus it would be extremely expensive. :P&lt;br /&gt;I did not take pictures of my dress but here is the picture of it from The Limited.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really feminine, and I love the way it feels to the touch, so soft!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelimited.com/items/ltd/images/large/3276597_302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 415px;" src="http://www.thelimited.com/items/ltd/images/large/3276597_302.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go with it I got these lovely shoes by Enzo Angiolini. I'm a little bit scared of the heel, because I usually wear smaller ones, so hopefully I will train myself to walk gracefully in these :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDd2I06iKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4yRiq-Tqgow/s1600/shoes%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDd2I06iKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4yRiq-Tqgow/s400/shoes%2B016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571196661209401506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is the coat and some acessories...hmm I hope I will have enough money ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm really exited, but also kind of scared. Getting married is a big commitment and responsibility. But I think I and Tim will do good. Haha, hopefully...we do love each other afterall! (:&lt;br /&gt;My darling mothers 45th birthday is coming up, she has been down a lot lately, so I got her different kinds of Godiva chocolates to make her life sweeter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDgFcj2R7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/5OlBdmEbX6k/s1600/Random%2BNiyara%252C%2Band%2Bblog%2Bpictures%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDgFcj2R7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/5OlBdmEbX6k/s400/Random%2BNiyara%252C%2Band%2Bblog%2Bpictures%2B062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571199123227822002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, hm maybe she will share? I got her some extra dark, dark, and dark with almond chocolate bars. I know they are delicious!! Also signed up for their rewards card and got to enjoy a free truffle. Mmm truffles are the best &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my fiance will get me anything for Valentines? Hmm I guess I won't be too sad if he doesn't, since he isn't going to be here anyways. But man oh man, do I want some flowers and chocolates heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Also my engagement ring, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDhnA4hHtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yiu8JItt2bc/s1600/Random%2BNiyara%252C%2Band%2Bblog%2Bpictures%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDhnA4hHtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yiu8JItt2bc/s400/Random%2BNiyara%252C%2Band%2Bblog%2Bpictures%2B057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571200799425502930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so lovely I don't want to take it off. Well, I do but only to clean the house, I don't know why but cleaning with a ring on feels weird? Lol, i'm strange. Talking about rings, I already got my wedding ring, but Tim's hasnt arrived yet, I hope it does get here soon, or I will be mad! &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other exiting news, my sweetest friend Marina from Japan has sent me a really cute gift. The other day she was at Tokyo Disney Land, thought about me and got me some candies! I'm so happy I love sweets, because everyone seems to like spoiling me with some &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'd be that lucky if I loved spicy foods or something. *random thoughts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDjMn0THAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aqpFaC6BCzc/s1600/Random%2BNiyara%252C%2Band%2Bblog%2Bpictures%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDjMn0THAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aqpFaC6BCzc/s400/Random%2BNiyara%252C%2Band%2Bblog%2Bpictures%2B050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571202545043577858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDkNhnf4NI/AAAAAAAAAYY/d0LK5yg8Jpk/s1600/Random%2BNiyara%252C%2Band%2Bblog%2Bpictures%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDkNhnf4NI/AAAAAAAAAYY/d0LK5yg8Jpk/s400/Random%2BNiyara%252C%2Band%2Bblog%2Bpictures%2B053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571203660070772946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I just noticed, some kind of horrible bug bit me in my forehead! D: I'm sad now, the bite better go away before my wedding, or else! &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a good week so far. Any plans for Valentines? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDm3zbLJHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/F3Z4IOIRvwE/s1600/shoes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDm3zbLJHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/F3Z4IOIRvwE/s400/shoes.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571206585428681842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-3261940438940672818?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3261940438940672818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-shoes-and-unexpected-sweets.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3261940438940672818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3261940438940672818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-shoes-and-unexpected-sweets.html' title='New Shoes and unexpected sweets!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TVDd2I06iKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4yRiq-Tqgow/s72-c/shoes%2B016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7078982309292129826</id><published>2011-01-23T13:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T13:35:23.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>So Lazy...</title><content type='html'>Either I am lazy, or have a horrible memmory, or both. I do distinctly remember that I wanted to blog more. But apparantly I'm not very good at keeping my word. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did finish posting about my winter vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wich was on January 3rd was pretty ordinary. We just got me a cake, and blew out the candles. Hm my birthdays never do turn out to be exiting, well there is always next year, right? I'll be turning 21 then, so it might be a bit different. :P&lt;br /&gt;I got beautifull flowers, flowers always do make a girl happy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TTyY6jnwGQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/C-Y2-VQzyDc/s1600/20th%2BBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TTyY6jnwGQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/C-Y2-VQzyDc/s400/20th%2BBirthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565491371284896002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spend January 1st, 2nd and 3rd skiing at Steven's Pass. It was cold, but still lovely because it was sunny and everyone was in good spirits. I think my skiing skills didn't deteriorate too bad, so I was looking alright riding down the slopes. I think on January 2nd I forgot my skiing pants at home lol, so I had only my fleece black pants to ski in, so we bought a bunch of hand warmers and I stuffed them in my back area ;P and on my thights, hands and feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TTybrAb0sGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xx1BfNgi1oQ/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TTybrAb0sGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xx1BfNgi1oQ/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565494402676469858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TTycQrriMLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jIbzBfIGG7g/s1600/skiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TTycQrriMLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jIbzBfIGG7g/s400/skiing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565495049940250802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TTyeXlhVnmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7DK5iTS602k/s1600/hottub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TTyeXlhVnmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7DK5iTS602k/s400/hottub.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565497367569210978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that skiing, we spend the evening relaxing in the hottub ;P&lt;br /&gt;After we came back from Leavenworth, Tim stayed for another couple of days, and we got to go and see Tron together. The movie was alright I guess, nothing too spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;Now things have slowed down for a while, and since I losted my free orca card (bus/metro and other forms of transport pass) I have to stay at home and conserve money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim was here this Friday and we went ahead and applied for our marriage license :P&lt;br /&gt;And also ordered our wedding rings. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7078982309292129826?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7078982309292129826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-lazy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7078982309292129826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7078982309292129826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-lazy.html' title='So Lazy...'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TTyY6jnwGQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/C-Y2-VQzyDc/s72-c/20th%2BBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4968264810082032326</id><published>2011-01-09T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:38:24.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>I've got a Secret :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I finally got a chance to blog today. So that I can now share my BIG news with the world, which is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got engaged!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSqlVHAhg4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/BV04CLbbvwo/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSqlVHAhg4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/BV04CLbbvwo/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560438472019379074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When? How? Where?&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kind of sudden, but certainly not unexpected, at least to me that is. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, just didn't know when. Everyone did a pretty good job keeping it a secret from me though. Turns out Tim asked my dad permission (so sweet (: ) and even told my mom. However both of my parents turned out pretty good about not even dropping a hint about it to me. I did though had this intuition that he might do it on New Years...which he did. :P&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we counted down to one, and officially toasted the coming of the New Year with champaigne, Tim pulled me into our room, sat me down, and got down on one knee. He was quite nervous, which made me smile really wide (that's a sign i'm really nervous too lol) and finally asked me to marry him...although if my hazy memory remembers this correctly he said something like this "Will you become my wife?" to which I answered "Yes". (:&lt;br /&gt;He did fumble a bit here and there, but I think it was really sweet and touching. I got a beautiful white gold and a heart shaped diamond engagement ring. Simple, but lovely. Then we went out to the dinning room and announced it to everyone present. Ofcourse everybody was happy for us and we had a round of toasts and congratulations. We even got our first gift together, which was a Hawaiian idol, that is supposed to bring love to the house! I don't think I smiled so much in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSqnhPG7P7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/gBH1EUtDaX0/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSqnhPG7P7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/gBH1EUtDaX0/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560440879375400882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSqoDBZ_XAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/o8wMhK2lJZ8/s1600/2011-01-01_01-30-38-00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSqoDBZ_XAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/o8wMhK2lJZ8/s400/2011-01-01_01-30-38-00.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560441459812817922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSqpDLruHFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EvBqNoKssxc/s1600/2011-01-01_01-46-23-00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSqpDLruHFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EvBqNoKssxc/s400/2011-01-01_01-46-23-00.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560442562083167314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4968264810082032326?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4968264810082032326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-secret-p.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4968264810082032326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4968264810082032326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-secret-p.html' title='I&apos;ve got a Secret :P'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSqlVHAhg4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/BV04CLbbvwo/s72-c/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7697626255882354616</id><published>2011-01-05T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:14:59.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With a smile and a song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are in the year of 2011!!!! (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;My vacation at the cabin in Leavenworth went great, all though there were ofcourse some ups and downs. One big oops was that my boyfriends mother and her boyfriend missed their plane, so instead of arriving here on the 29th, they arrived at 2am on the first. &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUM_fsJ4aI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fkbuxOvVoCs/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558863600036733346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUM_fsJ4aI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fkbuxOvVoCs/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~On Our Way~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to our cabin, we almost had an accident. NO it's not what you thinking, not a car accident. Me and Tim drank so much coffee, that we both needed to go pee really bad lol, and just our luck there was absolutely no public bathrooms on our way. It got to the point that we just had to stop the car near a curb, and run into the woods. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our arrival, we rushed into the house to find our bedroom and unpack our stuff! And, ofcourse to turn up the heat in the hot tub so we could all use it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUMIIvx_1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Tl8WfD9KpKg/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558862648985124690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUMIIvx_1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Tl8WfD9KpKg/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B048.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~ The Cabin~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we decided to go and explore the town, i.e. Leavenworth. People with the kids, let them slide down the icy slopes. The kids had a load of fun. Even me and Tim tried to go down a slope, but we failed miserably, and I even hit my leg on something. &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSURBZC8KQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QdxiZyA6l18/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558868030659504386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSURBZC8KQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QdxiZyA6l18/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B014.JPG" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUR5vRxnXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/O607ZRdkYB0/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558868998699982194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUR5vRxnXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/O607ZRdkYB0/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~ Leavenworth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention that all the five days we stayed in Leavenworth, the weather was absolutely beautiful, sunny and frosty. So December 31st was a gorgeous morning, we just kicked back and relaxed. Threw some snowballs at each other and relaxed in the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUS-WX_-4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/BJ3lUfUkWq8/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558870177426176898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUS-WX_-4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/BJ3lUfUkWq8/s400/me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUT1YcFSqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/hVaeTCl6bmw/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558871122872978082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUT1YcFSqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/hVaeTCl6bmw/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the New Year preparations, people making authentic salads, preparing drinks, and many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUWTHi1ogI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mFqmPl_SxMM/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558873832757240322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUWTHi1ogI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mFqmPl_SxMM/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUYR5BmAcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-jCVuqBXhyE/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558876010703094210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUYR5BmAcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-jCVuqBXhyE/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUfYgDSBwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3aejbP1mmwI/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558883820839765762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUfYgDSBwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3aejbP1mmwI/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Also did some dancing and fooling around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSVbuxeDBEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qu9tKPg8NJU/s1600/me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558950174170219586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSVbuxeDBEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qu9tKPg8NJU/s400/me3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSVcW_iKk1I/AAAAAAAAAWM/syXxuiBtOGk/s1600/drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558950865140355922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSVcW_iKk1I/AAAAAAAAAWM/syXxuiBtOGk/s400/drinks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSVcrRpZDkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/M7LOEsPBfPM/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558951213599886914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSVcrRpZDkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/M7LOEsPBfPM/s400/us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSVdgRKnnGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gE4Fz4RwXjw/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558952124003884130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSVdgRKnnGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gE4Fz4RwXjw/s400/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for today, and I didn't even write about the main event yet!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;I did have a good time, and I'm glad we got to go...more on that in a later post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7697626255882354616?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7697626255882354616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/with-smile-and-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7697626255882354616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7697626255882354616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/with-smile-and-song.html' title='With a smile and a song!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TSUM_fsJ4aI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fkbuxOvVoCs/s72-c/New%2BYear%2527s%2B2011%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-5790164487979616622</id><published>2010-12-28T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:47:34.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Monday at the Zoo!</title><content type='html'>Sunday evening my boyfriend came home. I was really happy since I missed him so much, and got lots of hugs and kisses :P&lt;br /&gt;We cooked dinner together, and he got to open his Christmas presents, I think he liked them. &lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, we felt like walking around, so I suggested visiting the Zoo. So we hopped in the car and were on our way. Once we got there, a nice looking lady offered us some free tickets! Awesome, we got to go to the zoo for free hehe. It was cloudy, and in the end of our walk it started raining, so we had to hurry to the food courts. Some of the animals looked so sad, I was bawing right and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRplmD6vFNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/sKarAvnTif0/s1600/Papa%2Bmaking%2Bnecklace%252C%2BZoo%2Bwith%2BTim%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRplmD6vFNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/sKarAvnTif0/s400/Papa%2Bmaking%2Bnecklace%252C%2BZoo%2Bwith%2BTim%2B024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555864794876024018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birdie can catch bugs while flying in the air. One of the zoo workers demonstrated it to us when we were walking by. It was nice, but the birds are kind of lazy I think, sometimes he would throw them the worms, but they would not care to fly out and catch them. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRpmg0PSPWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UboS9p7batk/s1600/Papa%2Bmaking%2Bnecklace%252C%2BZoo%2Bwith%2BTim%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRpmg0PSPWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UboS9p7batk/s400/Papa%2Bmaking%2Bnecklace%252C%2BZoo%2Bwith%2BTim%2B040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555865804279528802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, but that yellow thing that you see is a blanket, that an orangutang was carrying on himself. I think the poor thing was cold! It was so cute though sitting under the yellow blankie, looking around. Too bad the second I decided to take a picture, he started walking away. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRpnT7ku0ZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NwTtke4MPTk/s1600/Papa%2Bmaking%2Bnecklace%252C%2BZoo%2Bwith%2BTim%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRpnT7ku0ZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NwTtke4MPTk/s400/Papa%2Bmaking%2Bnecklace%252C%2BZoo%2Bwith%2BTim%2B060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555866682421858706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only animals besides the wolves and the otters who looked happy to be out in the rain were the bears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRpoDUQtLYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9Y9ae7s9434/s1600/Papa%2Bmaking%2Bnecklace%252C%2BZoo%2Bwith%2BTim%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRpoDUQtLYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9Y9ae7s9434/s400/Papa%2Bmaking%2Bnecklace%252C%2BZoo%2Bwith%2BTim%2B056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555867496502603138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be hard pressed to find another pictures where we look worse than this, hahaha. But I'd rather not look, there is always the possibility of finding one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day isn't a day without something spoiling it, but I won't mention that since it's pretty trivial and relates to smoking. &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly today was not fun at all, Tim left to help out my dad early in the morning, and i'm just sulking at home. Although I did get some housework done. But still I am pretty bored this moment. &lt;br /&gt;Can't believe there is so little days left till New Years, and my birthday!!! &lt;br /&gt;I hope I and the rest of the world will have a splendid New Year. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-5790164487979616622?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5790164487979616622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-at-zoo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5790164487979616622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5790164487979616622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-at-zoo.html' title='Monday at the Zoo!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRplmD6vFNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/sKarAvnTif0/s72-c/Papa%2Bmaking%2Bnecklace%252C%2BZoo%2Bwith%2BTim%2B024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8231856308009815953</id><published>2010-12-25T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T10:22:48.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May you have a very jolly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRY14YJ-T3I/AAAAAAAAATM/T_S6jdkRubQ/s1600/Picture%2B126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRY14YJ-T3I/AAAAAAAAATM/T_S6jdkRubQ/s400/Picture%2B126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554686433081315186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas! :D&lt;br /&gt;This morning we woke up really early, 7am ;_;&lt;br /&gt;And opened up all the presents! Yay! To me the most exiting part is when my family unwraps presents they got from me, hehehe. It seemed they were all happy with what they got! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Especially my little sister, since she had the most presents. What can I say, Santa loves little children. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm really exited because on the 29th my boyfriend is coming and we all will go spend a couple of days in Leavenworth, skiing, having fun, and eating delicious food!&lt;br /&gt;New Years is around the corner, and so is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a cheer to the wonderful things to come! &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a jolly holiday season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8231856308009815953?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8231856308009815953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/may-you-have-very-jolly.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8231856308009815953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8231856308009815953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/may-you-have-very-jolly.html' title='May you have a very jolly..'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TRY14YJ-T3I/AAAAAAAAATM/T_S6jdkRubQ/s72-c/Picture%2B126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1967964077872124520</id><published>2010-12-16T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:00:39.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice skating'/><title type='text'>Ice Skating at Renton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So tuesday night, we decided to go ice skating. It was a terrible weather. Pouring down rain, trying to drive somewhere we haven't been before. Kamil screwed up the directions twice &gt;.&lt;, so we got lost and went in circles like several times!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, after getting to the rink, we put on our skates, and tried not to phail so much at ice skating. Haha, no luck. We were terrible. At least I didn't fall down. Although our skating abilities are so-so, we had lots of fun and laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and something really funny, one of the guys thought I was British. Hahaha, I never ever in my entire life was called "british" before. Maybe it was the hat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQpr5bibcZI/AAAAAAAAASo/wjUlqSBRBPk/s1600/ice%2Bskating%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551368125076435346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQpr5bibcZI/AAAAAAAAASo/wjUlqSBRBPk/s400/ice%2Bskating%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQpsAybzNxI/AAAAAAAAASw/gW-eLtQdQE8/s1600/ice%2Bskating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQpsAybzNxI/AAAAAAAAASw/gW-eLtQdQE8/s400/ice%2Bskating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551368251481732882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQpsUVzbvKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JD_cuHIKu-Q/s1600/ice%2Bskating%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQpsUVzbvKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JD_cuHIKu-Q/s400/ice%2Bskating%2B006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551368587393612962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the evening at Denny's, almost a year since I have been there last. I got away with an order of seasoned french fries and a tropical drink. It really is hard to go to any restaurants/ diners when you are on a diet like mine. I basically cannot eat anything from there. And I love food so much ;_;. My face better be looking extra pretty for all the pain i'm going through to get it looking super nice for New Years. &lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday got another facial, hopefully my skin replies well. &lt;br /&gt;Now, in the kitchen, making rice pancakes. Wah, I miss wheat so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The passport issue update. Plan A phailed. So here is hoping for Plan B to work. Because plan Z is the last resort, and pretty much creeps me out. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;ONLY 9 DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in Seattle was so exited, they fully decked out their bike in Christmas decor. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQpvnVWBpzI/AAAAAAAAATA/cn_AesqDhSA/s1600/ice%2Bskating%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQpvnVWBpzI/AAAAAAAAATA/cn_AesqDhSA/s400/ice%2Bskating%2B011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551372212222666546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1967964077872124520?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1967964077872124520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/ice-skating-at-renton.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1967964077872124520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1967964077872124520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/ice-skating-at-renton.html' title='Ice Skating at Renton!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQpr5bibcZI/AAAAAAAAASo/wjUlqSBRBPk/s72-c/ice%2Bskating%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6025601308888673026</id><published>2010-12-10T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T18:45:47.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>In anticipation!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was another busy day. I went to do christams shopping, ofcourse you can't do much of that when you're pretty much broke. &gt;.&lt;&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Well at least the delivery was super quick~&lt;br /&gt;Now just gotta get something for mom and dad. Dad is pretty easy thought, he would be extremely happy with a Starbucks gift card. He really loves Starbucks, lucky for him he lives in Starbucks capital so he can have it on every corner. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hm, we are so slow this year though, we still did not decorate the tiny christmas tree, it is in the process thought, this is what we got so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQLjEO5qy7I/AAAAAAAAASY/xnY6N25VQNw/s1600/christmast%2Btree%2Bfor%2Bblog%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549247352732830642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQLjEO5qy7I/AAAAAAAAASY/xnY6N25VQNw/s320/christmast%2Btree%2Bfor%2Bblog%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those with an eye for detail will be sure to spot the gingerbread man from Shreck :D&lt;br /&gt;I also finally sent out all my christmas cards yesterday, for some reason I feel, like Christmas isn't Christmas without Christmas cards. I hope everyone will recieve theirs in time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Some people even received, our staged pre-christams picture in theirs haha. Because I majorly failed this year and bought two packages of those cards you supposed to put money in, haha, since I have no money, I stuck our picture in the place :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQLjTaJLYHI/AAAAAAAAASg/NphJ2tc71jc/s1600/free-christmas-powerpoint-background-8%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549247613448708210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQLjTaJLYHI/AAAAAAAAASg/NphJ2tc71jc/s320/free-christmas-powerpoint-background-8%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also started watching a pretty cool anime called "Occult Academy" set in 1999 Japan. A guy from 2012 gets sent back into the 1999, to try to prevent the Nostradamus Prophesy, and he needs to find the Nostradamus key. If any one is interested in finding out more about it &lt;a href="http://animediet.net/reviews/anime-reviews/melancholy-of-occult-academy"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is a good review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bad news, we have the passport problem. I do not have one, and apparantly I need one now. So I'm hoping that we can sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it for today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6025601308888673026?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6025601308888673026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-anticipation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6025601308888673026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6025601308888673026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-anticipation.html' title='In anticipation!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TQLjEO5qy7I/AAAAAAAAASY/xnY6N25VQNw/s72-c/christmast%2Btree%2Bfor%2Bblog%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-5974554449971782674</id><published>2010-12-06T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:46:30.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Christmas Cookies!</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend, I spend at Rene's, she is a really nice friend of mine. She is pretty cool, and tries to teach me how to cook. This time around we were baking pre christmas cookies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP20tYoXHsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QccCGD16imE/s1600/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547789007789170370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP20tYoXHsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QccCGD16imE/s320/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP21jAr4BwI/AAAAAAAAARY/eD_jf_AEQfo/s1600/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547789929074394882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP21jAr4BwI/AAAAAAAAARY/eD_jf_AEQfo/s320/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP23Bl_3mjI/AAAAAAAAARg/c3WYau92XD4/s1600/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547791553998068274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP23Bl_3mjI/AAAAAAAAARg/c3WYau92XD4/s320/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP3EAuE2bvI/AAAAAAAAARo/29jWSn9JCR8/s1600/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547805832637738738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP3EAuE2bvI/AAAAAAAAARo/29jWSn9JCR8/s320/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP3aaiJyEzI/AAAAAAAAARw/8bol70eqfMc/s1600/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547830465369609010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP3aaiJyEzI/AAAAAAAAARw/8bol70eqfMc/s320/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP6LkhT4tHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9Ms7ngQ4DqA/s1600/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP6LkhT4tHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9Ms7ngQ4DqA/s320/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548025250500359282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP6MpNvSiGI/AAAAAAAAASA/Pz3Rom1QM6o/s1600/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP6MpNvSiGI/AAAAAAAAASA/Pz3Rom1QM6o/s320/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548026430657562722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP6N4ghuALI/AAAAAAAAASI/4j3yj1PAMw4/s1600/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP6N4ghuALI/AAAAAAAAASI/4j3yj1PAMw4/s320/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548027792910581938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP6OyjRyuWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vAu-Ggd9w8Q/s1600/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP6OyjRyuWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vAu-Ggd9w8Q/s320/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548028790081501538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to all the bloggers who love shopping out there, if you guys stumble upon a white knit cardigan or sweater anywhere, please let me know. I need to buy one, but just can't seem to find one I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody is feeling the Christmas spirit by now, and is exited! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-5974554449971782674?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5974554449971782674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5974554449971782674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5974554449971782674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas Cookies!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TP20tYoXHsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QccCGD16imE/s72-c/Christmas%2BCookies%2Bwith%2BRene%2B028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8274422246599354218</id><published>2010-11-30T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:17:14.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgivings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Need to know the Limit!</title><content type='html'>Last week really wore me out!&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is a great tradition, but what is not so great about it, is the constant overeating! My stomach was really unhappy, hurting, churning, and making me feel rather bad. Also it did not have a good effect on my skin. So hopefully I will learn my lesson this time, and be more careful about stuffing myself with food next time. :P&lt;br /&gt;I also almost broke my feet twice! lol, more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the 21st we had first snow here in Seattle! But it wasn't a lot.&lt;br /&gt;However, when Tim got here on Monday the 22nd it was snowing pretty heavily after getting ourselfs some bagels with cream cheese and omelette, we enjoyed staying at home and watching the cars trying to drive in this tricky weather. We even made an attempt to drive out to the store far from our house, but since people just don't know hot to drive in snow, there was major traffic and we just had to go to Safeway. Tim made delicious borsht soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TPWOpqJyWSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fymJhtkkTC8/s1600/tim%2Bcooking%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545495362517752098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TPWOpqJyWSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fymJhtkkTC8/s320/tim%2Bcooking%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TPWPzWE0uLI/AAAAAAAAARA/hDE49o7Vcks/s1600/tim%2Bcooking%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TPWPzWE0uLI/AAAAAAAAARA/hDE49o7Vcks/s320/tim%2Bcooking%2B011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545496628438546610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday nothing was working, we had a couple of appointments but all of them got cancelled. So we had a nice pancake breakfast with rasberries, whip cream, and syrop. For dinner we made another good dish the russian potstickers called "manti" as always, my lazy nature let me forget about taking pictures ;_; &lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you that they were really really good.&lt;br /&gt;Wednsday was a very important day! My boyfriend got his US citizenship, so that was very very cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;On November 25, my dear daddy came back home from New York, that was pretty awesome. We all played cards, and for the evening dressed up and went to visit our friends who cooked the turkey. It was alright. I stuffed myself to the max, and the we got to play their new kinnect games, which was soooo awesome! I even beat Tim once in car racing xP&lt;br /&gt;Friday we tinted our car windows, so now the bmw looks all stylish and lovely, and as far as I remember we spend the rest of the day playing cards with the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Orca's island to visit our friends and eat some more turkey. That was the first time I tried pumpkin pie, and decided that it was not my favorite. But the turkey and gravey were delish &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;On the way there we were speeding a lot to get to the ferry on time, so the cop caught us and wrote a ticket for $422! D:  But I guess it makes sense since we were going 92 mph in a 60mph zone, still though it ruined my day a little. Next I almost broke my legs on the ferry, I slipped on the stairs and started falling, luckily Tim grabbed me at the last moment and saved me!! (:&lt;br /&gt;Right before leaving our friends, I also tripped down their stairs, haha, Tim saved me again.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was lots of fun and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that was ruining my weekend is my evil period, which was late for a whole week! It really made me worried... &gt;.&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Phew, lucky me it started, so i'm not in any trouble hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8274422246599354218?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8274422246599354218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/need-to-know-limit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8274422246599354218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8274422246599354218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/need-to-know-limit.html' title='Need to know the Limit!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TPWOpqJyWSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fymJhtkkTC8/s72-c/tim%2Bcooking%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8371682073725218329</id><published>2010-11-20T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:44:46.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Yellow, and Audrey Hepburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.posters.ws/images/409457/audrey_hepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.posters.ws/images/409457/audrey_hepburn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't love Audrey? To me she is the loveliest lady. Her style, her character, everything about her is absolutely wonderful. So this week I was enjoying watching, the Roman Holiday, Breakfast at Tiffany's and How to Steal a Million. I had quite the lovely time :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also for some reason, I decided to recap on my love of yellow. I do love yellow color, it's so bright and cheery, makes me smile. Especially now when the winter cold is coming in (We are promised 19 degrees F. on Monday night D: ) it's nice to look at something nice and cheery such as a yellow flower, or a nice yellow hat......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TOjCk_qwrKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/o6JCJbxeGo4/s1600/loveyellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541893282301258914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TOjCk_qwrKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/o6JCJbxeGo4/s400/loveyellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TOjCugYL2yI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8h7G3hfobbw/s1600/yellowrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541893445700541218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TOjCugYL2yI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8h7G3hfobbw/s400/yellowrose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it just started SNOWING! I can't deny that winter isn't here anymore hehe, time to get into that holiday spirit. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8371682073725218329?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8371682073725218329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-yellow-and-audrey-hepburn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8371682073725218329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8371682073725218329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-yellow-and-audrey-hepburn.html' title='Lovely Yellow, and Audrey Hepburn'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TOjCk_qwrKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/o6JCJbxeGo4/s72-c/loveyellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6373874086853951600</id><published>2010-11-14T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:20:37.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Delicious Treats are the Way to the Heart!</title><content type='html'>So some weeks ago I made a delicious chocolate cake! I thought I should share it with you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TOBQLU75L2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/kAOkUSEaLKI/s1600/Food%2BI%2Bcooked%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539515697194413922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TOBQLU75L2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/kAOkUSEaLKI/s400/Food%2BI%2Bcooked%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from a russian website, so I translated the recipe for you guys, if anyone is interested in making it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recipe:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;4 tbl spoons cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;0.5 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;0.5 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;In a pan melt butter, add cocoa, milk, and sugar. Stir till it boils, then let it cool. Pour about 8 tbl spoons of the mixture out into a separate cup ( you will use it for glazing later) To the rest of it add the slightly beaten eggs, flour, and baking soda. Also if you'd like you can add either pieces of chocolate, raisins or nuts. Pour the mixture into a 8" x 2" baking pan and put in the oven for 20 min at 400F. Check if done,take out of the oven and glaze it with the mixture you saved in the beginning. Then let it cool, or serve it warm with ice cream on top. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also it was our 5 months since we started dating anniversary on November 11, so I baked a cheescake, and later we went out to see "Megamind" in imax 3d. I thought it was pretty good. Lol, at one point I almost cried. I'm such a sucker for emotional moments. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the weather is gloomy, and I can feel thanksgiving approaching. Man oh man, I wonder who will cook the turkey this year! I really hope it is NOT me. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying themselfs this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6373874086853951600?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6373874086853951600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/delicious-treats-are-way-to-heart.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6373874086853951600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6373874086853951600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/delicious-treats-are-way-to-heart.html' title='Delicious Treats are the Way to the Heart!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TOBQLU75L2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/kAOkUSEaLKI/s72-c/Food%2BI%2Bcooked%2B040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6113871685692609978</id><published>2010-11-01T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:36:22.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Power of Words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever found yourself lost in a book? So lost, that the world outside of the page and the words written on it ceases to exist. All your senses completely dissapear, your hearing, your need for food, even your "private" needs if you know what I mean. Because it happens to me, everytime I read a good book. Sometimes it's really bad because, people around me want me to do things and to listen to them, but I'm in the book, and I don't want to leave till I finish it. So ofcourse I get mad and irritated because I have to be interrupted. However, that is not what I'm trying to write here. What I am trying to say is that, books are wonderfull, if only people knew how to use their immagination. When I read I always imagine all the characters, I feel all their feelings, I know all their thoughts, it's like you are right there next to them, when the story unfolds. Books are also very inspiring, everytime I read something it makes me want to do or be or follow whatever key idea the book had.&lt;br /&gt;Just today I finished a series of russian books named "Escapades of Erast Fandorin." The series is 10 books long. The books themselves are not that thick ranging from 200 to about 600 pages. It is mostly about this fortunate man Erast Fandorin, and Russia before the revolution took place. The last book however was really hard on me. The ending mostly was somewhat tragic, somewhat unfinnished. It just shocked me. Kind of made me want to become a ninja. Lol you read me right a ninja. Erast Fandorin was sent to Japan in 1878, and had to deal with some ninjas. I wish this book, no the whole series was translated into english and I would then gladly recomend it for people to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah, I just so do love books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What saddens me is that some people don't like to read. It's tragic really, they are missing out on so many interesting stories and facts and history, and all those interesting bits of knowledge you can get from a book. Not to mention inspiration. How can anyone grow up to hate reading?! How can anyone think it is a chore? It's true that I don't like some books, but that's why there is such a variety, there is all sorts of differing literature out there. Sometime these thoughts make me want to be a teacher who will teach young children how beautifull books are, so they would grow up to be intelligent and inquisitive young people, and in the end make our world a better place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6113871685692609978?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6113871685692609978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/power-of-words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6113871685692609978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6113871685692609978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/power-of-words.html' title='The Power of Words.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-467318235955905856</id><published>2010-10-25T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:19:51.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>What is that Smelly Cake?! D:</title><content type='html'>Did you know that blogging is so very inspiring?! Let me tell you the story of my inspiration...&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually such a lazy cook. I never want to cook anything. Until, I saw the hundreds of awesome food bloggers. The stuff they cook looks amazing, and some of it seems easy enough to make. So guess what? I tried it. I made the Chocolate Cake-Pan Cacke from the wonderfull blog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kingarthurflour.com/blog/2010/09/29/still-the-one-cake-pan-cake-takes-the-cake/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Baker's Banter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cake was as easy and as quick to make as was written in the recipe, however, here is where it all went wrong...I did not have any vegetable oil. So as uncook savvy as I am, I substituted it with sunflower oil. Let me tell you, BAD IDEA. The cake smelled like sunflower oil, and well it tasted okay. But the smell just killed it. Even my sister who absolutely loves sweets, took a couple of bites and said that it smells ickky.My mom howver who likes sunflower oil, loved the cake and ate almost all of it. I took a quick snap of the remaining pieces, so it can go into the history lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TMXNlaw5AaI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QFQI3hjuN-A/s1600/choco+cake+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532053760017760674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TMXNlaw5AaI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QFQI3hjuN-A/s320/choco+cake+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear friends, when you decide to substitue something in your baking...make sure it doesn't turn out like my smelly cake :P&lt;br /&gt;On that note, let me tell you about my weekend. On Satruday I woke up super early to go get my facial. At &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cassiesskincare.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cassie's Skincare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with my very nice esthetician Lisa. I'm not really a fan of extractions, but since I unfortunatly have a congested face (i.e. blackheads), I have to get them. My face hates it and stays red for the next 4 days or so. I also use Bion skin care products to keep the nasty acne away. One of these days I will have to write a review for them. Here is a snap of me while I was waiting for the procedure :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TMXatMu-KdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GAF2HCAlC90/s1600/Outfits+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532068187341728210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TMXatMu-KdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GAF2HCAlC90/s320/Outfits+075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took my sister to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spl.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Seattle Public Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a pretty cool library imo, it has 10 floors. You can even sigh up for a free tour of it. I particularly like the fourth floor, which is absolutely red. I mean everything is red, the walls, the ceiling, the lights! It is so cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TMXc82ALNNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/utAkychdFa4/s1600/Seattle+Library+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532070655141033170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TMXc82ALNNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/utAkychdFa4/s320/Seattle+Library+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ My sister in the midst of all the redness :P&lt;br /&gt;Also an outfit snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TMXbTclFqvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6PTmNOrL6Uk/s1600/outfitblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532068844430273266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TMXbTclFqvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6PTmNOrL6Uk/s400/outfitblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vest: H&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my horrible photoshop extracting skills :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-467318235955905856?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/467318235955905856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-is-that-smelly-cake-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/467318235955905856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/467318235955905856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-is-that-smelly-cake-d.html' title='What is that Smelly Cake?! D:'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TMXNlaw5AaI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QFQI3hjuN-A/s72-c/choco+cake+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2389395321165856630</id><published>2010-10-18T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:34:59.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Crackled Nails and Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alllacqueredup.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/mia-secret-crackle-nail-polish-blue-swatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 595px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.alllacqueredup.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/mia-secret-crackle-nail-polish-blue-swatch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^Not my image^)&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've noticed a lot of UK bloggers blogging about and showing off their nails colored with Barry M's special effects polish. If anyone in US is interested in that sort of nail effects you can purchase Mia Secret Crackle Nail Polish from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mia-Secret-Crackle-Polish-Green/dp/B0045XD3EI"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; (I'm sure it is probably available in other places too)It comes in a few different colors not only black (:&lt;br /&gt;I will probably get myself one to do my halloween nails with orange and black :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I cooked fish for dinner. No lie, everytime my mom bakes fish in the owen it turns out overdried and very untasty &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really wanted to cook fish that would taste better. Lucky for me, I went to the local library and got the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fast-Fish-Books-Hugh-Carpenter/dp/1580086489#_"&gt;"Fast Fish"&lt;/a&gt; by Hugh Carpenter and Teri Sandison. The recipe for "Roasted Black Cod with Indian Spices" looked good to me.Here is the originar recipe (click on the picture to enlarge it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0ODD5n10I/AAAAAAAAAPI/HFzA5YGqiQM/s1600/Food+I+cooked+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529591363230226242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0ODD5n10I/AAAAAAAAAPI/HFzA5YGqiQM/s400/Food+I+cooked+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly I did not have Cod, all I had was a strange fish called Mahi Mahi, so I used it instead. Anyone else heard of this fish? I also skipped out on the souce. I served the dish with mashed potatoes and green beans. Here it is (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0M36IKIkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZQ3nM5o0Uqk/s1600/mahimahichicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529590072116650562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0M36IKIkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZQ3nM5o0Uqk/s400/mahimahichicken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry for the sucky lighting, my house is in dire need of better lights)&lt;br /&gt;Also I was bored and decided to practice my photoshop skills :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0PA9uwXtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jyPHSr924_E/s1600/seattle+space+needle+park+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529592426725924562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0PA9uwXtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jyPHSr924_E/s320/seattle+space+needle+park+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Before ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0PUPQnLAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/20yEixuEpLw/s1600/photoshop+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529592757848845314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0PUPQnLAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/20yEixuEpLw/s320/photoshop+fun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ After ^&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I wanted to see how I would look with make up and blue eyes. As you can see my photoshop skils suck lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I was wondering how I would look with dark red lip color, so I stole mom's lipstick and tried it on lol, i figure it's too gothic for me, but it doesn't look bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0QIxRS-fI/AAAAAAAAAPg/sc5AQZhr1Ns/s1600/redlipstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529593660331719154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0QIxRS-fI/AAAAAAAAAPg/sc5AQZhr1Ns/s400/redlipstick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to see Motion City Soundtrack and Say Anything at the local showbox. Let me tell you it was HORRIBLE. We wanted to be closer to the stage so we tried to squeeze in closer, let me tell you what a BAD idea it was! Everyone was pushing, jumping and squeezing us. It was so hot, since we were packed together like sausages. I'm sure everyone was covered in their own, and other peoples sweat. Gross! I don't have to mention that it smelled really bad too. My thoughts on this, that I'm never going into the middle of that pit again. People actually been killed there before, because they fell down and the crazy crowd jumped all over them. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else had horrible concert experiences?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2389395321165856630?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2389395321165856630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/10/crackled-nails-and-randomness.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2389395321165856630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2389395321165856630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/10/crackled-nails-and-randomness.html' title='Crackled Nails and Randomness'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TL0ODD5n10I/AAAAAAAAAPI/HFzA5YGqiQM/s72-c/Food+I+cooked+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2042314702222571392</id><published>2010-10-17T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:34:31.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympic Peninsula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Dance into the Sunset</title><content type='html'>I know I have been very bad, and haven't updated my blog in a quite a long while. I do feel very guilty, and promise to be a better blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to write about a wonderful week I had. My boyfriend came to stay with me for a week, so we did a lot of exiting things! What would that be you ask? Well first of all on our 4 month anniversary we went to my favorite italian restaurant &lt;a href="http://www.maggianos.com/en/Pages/home.aspx"&gt;"Maggiano's"&lt;/a&gt;. I ordered Chicken and Spinach Manicotti which is basically manicotti filled with spinach, chicken and Ricotta cheese, baked with alfredo sauce. It was simply delicious. I would definitly order it again. Unfortunatly I never take pictures of food while in a restaurant, otherwise I would show how tasty it looked :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to see &lt;a href="http://www.picassoinseattle.org/"&gt;"Picasso: Masterpieces from the Musée National Picasso, Paris," &lt;/a&gt;exhibition at the Seattle Art Museum. Seattle is the first city it is showing in,so I was really glad we got to go. The exhibit covers Picassos works from every phase of his career. It took us about two and a half hours to view the exhibit, which is actually not enough time if you are trying to view everything in detail. I honestly got a headache after the first hour or so. It just so many different styles all at once, my mind had a hard time processing it. It was rather inexpensive $23 for adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we drove to the Olympic Peninsula, it was exiting because Tim has never been on a ferry boat before and we had to take one to get there. Our destination was the Sol Duc Hot Springs Resort where we relaxed and soaked our bodies in the hot water. The only negative thing was the smell of sulfur, but there is nothing you can do about that. :P I think the people at the resort spoiled the birds that live there, because while I was enjoying a chicken sandwich with fries, they kept on trying to steal my fries!!! D: We enjoyed the hot springs for about two hours, and then we just couldn't take it anymore, we felt like we got cooked and felt completely relaxed. To finish of our day we drove to Kalaloch Beach, we timed it so we got there right at sunset. It was beautiful. The setting sun reflecting of the rolling waves, it just created a lovely palet of colors. (:&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos that we took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLumnIENU9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/xdrmfBF-60k/s1600/DSCN3384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLumnIENU9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/xdrmfBF-60k/s320/DSCN3384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529196158637659090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLuePnTK_sI/AAAAAAAAAN4/v_NwyUNBn_4/s1600/DSCN3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529186958612037314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLuePnTK_sI/AAAAAAAAAN4/v_NwyUNBn_4/s320/DSCN3319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLufD6w7H4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Xj0SbE_TcCU/s1600/DSCN3328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529187857190297474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLufD6w7H4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Xj0SbE_TcCU/s320/DSCN3328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLugF1nL_hI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3rK-kwUXHGg/s1600/DSCN3338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529188989678648850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLugF1nL_hI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3rK-kwUXHGg/s320/DSCN3338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLuhBKw0VaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/c5AnHBRjkJg/s1600/DSCN3341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529190008968467874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLuhBKw0VaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/c5AnHBRjkJg/s320/DSCN3341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLujCwC9FAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/i78kV3xLwxs/s1600/DSCN3358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529192235179774978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLujCwC9FAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/i78kV3xLwxs/s320/DSCN3358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLul2uGwaXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/w6ZFSWVIpUc/s1600/DSCN3362+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529195327035304306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLul2uGwaXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/w6ZFSWVIpUc/s320/DSCN3362+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2042314702222571392?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2042314702222571392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/10/dance-into-sunset.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2042314702222571392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2042314702222571392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/10/dance-into-sunset.html' title='Dance into the Sunset'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TLumnIENU9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/xdrmfBF-60k/s72-c/DSCN3384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6033527983723118963</id><published>2010-08-22T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:09:05.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><title type='text'>What do they put in those brownies?!</title><content type='html'>This weekened we graced yet another festival in Seattle, this time it was none other than Hempfest! Honestly, I did not expect such big hordes of people, we had to stand in a gigantic line for an hour and a half before we even got into the fest. Three street vendors (all ladies in their 40 or so) tried to sell us cookies/ brownies/ muffins with weed baked in them, before we even got into the festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THK-tZAJa8I/AAAAAAAAANA/xBTfGoxZaWI/s1600/hempfest+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THK-tZAJa8I/AAAAAAAAANA/xBTfGoxZaWI/s200/hempfest+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508674981242432450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The long line behind us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THLBWtg6GpI/AAAAAAAAANI/92nYsoFLacw/s1600/hempfest+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THLBWtg6GpI/AAAAAAAAANI/92nYsoFLacw/s200/hempfest+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508677890146441874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me &amp; Ad"&lt;br /&gt;There was many little booths open where they were selling, bongs, hookahs and other weed related things, as well as oriental clothers and scarfs, and belly dancing skirts. I wish i had some extra money so I could buy myself another one of those skirts, or a nice scarf. Also ofcourse there was plenty of food, in the end of the day we ended up drinking a strawberry/mango/banana slushie (which was mostly lots of ice!) and some yakisoba noodles which were delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THLNWsPzhUI/AAAAAAAAANY/1t35h-D2-To/s1600/hempfest+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THLNWsPzhUI/AAAAAAAAANY/1t35h-D2-To/s200/hempfest+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508691083945805122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trying on some hat"&lt;br /&gt;After wondering through plenty of little booths, we stumbled upon an elderly lady selling muffins/rice crispies/zuccini bread/brownies. We ended up eating one of the muffins. It costed like $5 for a tiny muffin! Such insolent those ladies. Anyways, the effects of the muffin were rather interesting. My head was exploding, than I felt overheated, than i thought my phone was burning in my pants. Also it felt like some bugs were crawling all over me. No need to say, I was freaking out. &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the midst of all this we stumbled upon a stage with a concert going on it, I honestly cannot remember the name of the band right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THLMtnD2j9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/CtBxY29Ill0/s1600/hempfest+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THLMtnD2j9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/CtBxY29Ill0/s200/hempfest+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508690378178858962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The concert"&lt;br /&gt;Also some lady got arrested. People didn't want to wait in the super long line to get into the fest, so they tried to jump the fence. Unfortunatly one lady got caught. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THLTn3MZmDI/AAAAAAAAANg/j42B56PXBbc/s1600/hempfest+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THLTn3MZmDI/AAAAAAAAANg/j42B56PXBbc/s200/hempfest+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508697976011855922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was pretty much my weekend. Also my dad came back from New York which made me super happy! We missed him soo much. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Here is to hoping that everyone else had a good weekend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THLUIBrokcI/AAAAAAAAANo/h0oigRPjct0/s1600/hempfest+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THLUIBrokcI/AAAAAAAAANo/h0oigRPjct0/s200/hempfest+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508698528583029186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were out of it by now" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the end of last month me and Tim made a trip to lake Chelan for a couple of days! It was so great! We got to jetski, and swim, and tan in the lovely sunshine. I have never been jetskiing before, so this was really exiting for me, highlight of the trip so to say. :D &lt;br /&gt;It was so exiting to reach high speeds, and get the jetski to jump on the waves, the evil me inside of me was hoping that Tim would fall off during a turn or a jumpl lol, but he didn't so I didn't get to laught at him. But oh well! The water was lovely, and it was nice and sunny the whole time we were there. We also had the most delicious meal in a fancy italian restaurant, "Chicken Marsala". I got to eat strawberry shortcake dessert. Yum!! &lt;br /&gt;I tanned a lot, and look really dark and awesome now. Too bad we didn't take a lot of pictures ;_;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing ruining the trip was my period, it was hard swimming with it &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, how did I forget to mention, that we, well more like Tim bought a BMW car, which is soo awesome ;P&lt;br /&gt;We also took my sister to the arcade around Seattle Space Needle, and she got to ride the rides, which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;We also took this pic, but were so not ready for it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TPWf8Onu7cI/AAAAAAAAARI/BK8XohoclvQ/s1600/Tim%2526Jane%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 84px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TPWf8Onu7cI/AAAAAAAAARI/BK8XohoclvQ/s320/Tim%2526Jane%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545514373242351042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6033527983723118963?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6033527983723118963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-do-they-put-in-those-brownies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6033527983723118963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6033527983723118963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-do-they-put-in-those-brownies.html' title='What do they put in those brownies?!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/THK-tZAJa8I/AAAAAAAAANA/xBTfGoxZaWI/s72-c/hempfest+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4108593879430142057</id><published>2010-07-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:36:39.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facial'/><title type='text'>Facial?!</title><content type='html'>Again I'm being awfully lazy in terms of updating my blog. I guess I am not feeling up to writing much lately, and I scold myself for being so lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday I went to get a facial at this well reviewed place in Seattle, "&lt;a href="http://www.cassiesskincare.com/"&gt;Cassie's Skincare&lt;/a&gt;". Anyhow my face is very congested meaning there are quite a bit of blackheads/whiteheads that sort of stuff, so she made extractions. Well BOY that was painfull, and it took forever too. Now, a day later I still have red spots where she extracted things. I'm not sure whether to be pissed or really worried. I sincerely hope she did not screw up my face for me, I'll be really sad if so. I honestly am too lazy for makeup, and if I will end up having red spots on my face, I will be forced to use makeup. I really don't want that. So I hope my skin will clear up. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone had a bad/good experience with their facials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4108593879430142057?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4108593879430142057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/07/facial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4108593879430142057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4108593879430142057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/07/facial.html' title='Facial?!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6283474679775990899</id><published>2010-06-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:21:54.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaichou wa Maid-sama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll231/nildiam_11/Kaichou%20wa%20Maid-sama/3918480gross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 519px; height: 779px;" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll231/nildiam_11/Kaichou%20wa%20Maid-sama/3918480gross.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago I stumbled upon a manga called Kaichou wa Maid-Sama (The Student Council President is a Maid!). It was too adorable not to read, I loved the character design and the story line as well. &lt;br /&gt;"Seika High School, once an all-boys school notorious for its wild students and for generally being a terrifying place for girls, has recently become a co-ed school. With the female population still a minority and living in fear of the over-the-top antics of the males, Misaki Ayuzawa takes it into her own hands to reform the school and allow the girls to feel safe in the rough environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training, studying and even becoming the first female student council president of the school, Misaki has gained a reputation among the male students body as an uptight boy-hating dictator and as a shining hope for the teachers and fellow female students. However, despite her tough-as-nails appearance, she secretly works part-time at a maid cafe in order to support her family. Unfortunately, her hard-earned reputation is threatened when the popular, attractive, and somewhat impassive Usui Takumi takes an interest in her after discovering her in a maid uniform after school." (Maid Sama!, &lt;em&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, now they are making an anime out of it and already they are on chapter 13! You can watch the anime on youtube, new episodes with english subs come out every saturday. Here is a link to the first episode: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KMBvJfAsxU"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youtube&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a link to onine manga chapters: &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Kaichou_wa_Maid-sama/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to the hospital on monday, and told them to start me up on volunteering again. That's good news because I'll be able to do something usefull. Tim was here last friday and we went to my favorite italian restaurant Maggiano's, and I finally ordered something I didn't like. Gnochi Tomatoe Vodka Sauce, they were not so tasty at all. Not ordering them ever again lol. But their Tiramisu cake was delicious as always, I came out of there so stuffed I thought I was going to explode. Then we attempted to look out at the stars in the Arboretum gardens, but the grass was really wet, and it was cold. So that didn't turn out as well as we were planning lol. &lt;br /&gt;Here is to hoping this long weekend is going to turn out nicely! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6283474679775990899?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6283474679775990899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/kaichou-wa-maid-sama.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6283474679775990899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6283474679775990899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/kaichou-wa-maid-sama.html' title='Kaichou wa Maid-sama!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll231/nildiam_11/Kaichou%20wa%20Maid-sama/th_3918480gross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7534129229751740525</id><published>2010-06-23T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:16:13.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go USA!</title><content type='html'>Oh I'm so happy this morning. It's wonderfull&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, got out of bed, and the first thing I did was to check on the world cup standings. And what do you know? USA made it to the round of 16! Yay with a last minute goal from Landon Donovan &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;What a great day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news it's been getting sunny and warmer lately, so I've been out playing tennis quite a bit. Also went hiking with my friend that is on leave from air force for a couple of weeks. I have been feeling kind of strange though lately, as if he is trying to cross that friendship border, which I hope is just my hallucinations lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the other day while me and a couple of my friend were going to a graduation party I almost got into a car crash, I ran the red light, and the cars were turning right as I was going through, so we almost crashed into one. I have no idea how I could not have seen that red light. Grrr, good thing we were okay and didn't crash. That was such an adrenaline rush though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7534129229751740525?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7534129229751740525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-usa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7534129229751740525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7534129229751740525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-usa.html' title='Go USA!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-722960778485396641</id><published>2010-06-08T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:51:27.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><title type='text'>Folk Life and Leavenworth</title><content type='html'>So a couple of weekends ago we had a Northwest Folk Life festival here in Seattle. Me and Andrie decided to go and check it out. Honestly it wasn't nothing fancy, but still loads of fun. Especially the food, I love to get really really stuffed at a festival hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TA7tZIjDo1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/_bjqgnA00xY/s1600/fl9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480578812603507538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TA7tZIjDo1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/_bjqgnA00xY/s320/fl9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These here a strawberries on a stick covered with chocolate and sprinkles, with the fancy name of "Sprinkle Dingle" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TA7t5DhjjRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eF6zp4sGZik/s1600/fl11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480579361010846994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TA7t5DhjjRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eF6zp4sGZik/s320/fl11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having too much fun eating the strawberries xP ...We also had some delicious strawberry shortcake and shishkabob and some really good mango smoothies! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TBfI0dzZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Fi961QMTgu4/s1600/fl12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483071875025858962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TBfI0dzZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Fi961QMTgu4/s320/fl12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TBfJVg8siCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EHdx2HWUqw4/s1600/fl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483072442805815330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TBfJVg8siCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EHdx2HWUqw4/s320/fl4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TBfJgfi6i0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/X2G0xbBuMlM/s1600/fl7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483072631407807298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TBfJgfi6i0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/X2G0xbBuMlM/s320/fl7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TBfJ9sIZ41I/AAAAAAAAAMo/dRZhid9qYWI/s1600/folklifeme.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483073133002482514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TBfJ9sIZ41I/AAAAAAAAAMo/dRZhid9qYWI/s320/folklifeme.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red thing tied around my waist is a bellydancer's skirt I got at the festival for $16, it just seemed like a fun thing to get at the time hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also I finally did my drive test and got my driver licence &lt;/strong&gt;last wendsday. YAY! I can go anywhere I want to now, in my lovely old subaru xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we went to camp in leavenworth. We didn't actually do much, mostly just relaxed, hiked, and climbed a little. But the grilled sausages and mushrooms were delicious! I also got myself a really nasty scratch when I was hiking, now it turned into a scab I really want to pick. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone read my blog closely they might have noticed my complaining about a certain T or Tim? Well he is a guy I might a while ago in New York (although he claims that he remembers me from like when I was 10, I do not recall such things). Since the first day I met him, I had this strange dislike toward him. Really thought, there was no reason for it. So we went through the years, me disliking him...What he thought I don't really know. I think the main reason I disliked him because I think he liked me or something, which bothered me a lot. But when we went to Leavenworth this weekend, it was so strange, for some reason I stopped being a bitch to him. And it was actually nice...Plus I was for some reason attracted to him and felt curious. But honestly I wasn't planning anything, everything just happened so fast! He just kissed me, and I didn't stop him. But all the while I thought I would, but I didn't. D: What the hell happened there?! No lie that I was in a state of major confusion, but he wasn't confused at all. He automatically thought that it means we are dating now. I was ofcourse kind of shocked but didn't say anything, because I still needed to process everything in my mind, heart, and other parts of my body...But what was creepiest of all is that he said he loves me, just like that, and we didn't even start dating or nothing like that!!!! Am I really weird for freaking out when people tell me that? Because it scares the creep out of me when guys tell me they love me. One is probably because I don't trust them and two because I can't return their feelings, and it just always makes me feel bad. I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave this post on a happy note with a pictures of me from climbing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TBfMd2iCioI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5V78rYVLwtk/s1600/climbing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TBfMd2iCioI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5V78rYVLwtk/s400/climbing.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483075884573428354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-722960778485396641?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/722960778485396641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/folk-life-and-leavenworth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/722960778485396641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/722960778485396641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/folk-life-and-leavenworth.html' title='Folk Life and Leavenworth'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/TA7tZIjDo1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/_bjqgnA00xY/s72-c/fl9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8910292267879797956</id><published>2010-06-01T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:51:49.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking up.</title><content type='html'>Who knew breaking up with a guy would be worse than having someone break up with you?&lt;br /&gt;I mean last time I had my heart broken I thought it was the worst thing to have happened. Guess what? I was uterly wrong it is sooooooooooooooooo much more terrible to break up with someone else! I had no idea. At first I had to reason it out with myself, and make sure that this is what I wanted to do, and that it was the right thing to do, and that there was no other way. Then I had to try to form in my head the conversation and what I would say, and how to let him down easy. Well no matter how I tried to prepare myself the real thing didn't even come close it was 10 times worse than I expected. He cried. Now I cannot stand tears, tears drive me nuts, I never want to see tears on people. So that really got to me, it made me so so so so so upset. I almost vowed to never date anyone else. But than that would be a vow I would eventually brake so I talked myself out of it. Seeing him so sad though, made me feel so guilty and so terrible. I really never have felt quite so bad before. When I got home, I just broke down and cried. Because I was feeling so sorry for him. My mom didn't get it really, she told me "Why are you crying? It is not like he broke up wiht you. You are the one who ended the relaltionship." I guess she didn't think that I would feel so bad about making him feel bad. Just because I don't want to date him anymore doesn't mean I don't care about him. &lt;br /&gt;Then my dad said that i'm playing adult games now, and before dating people, or letting them close, I should make sure that I can handle whatever the outcome. He is right, I really am not a baby anymore. I really do have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before I do things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of it all is that, I don't want to be the reason for him become jaded or untrusting of women or something like that. I really hope that he will not think of himself any less, just because I don't want to be with him. I tried to stress that it was my own personal issues were the reason for my break up, but I think he didn't completely believe me on that. I just really hope he is okay. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it for my little rant, I hope everyone else had a better tuesday than I had. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8910292267879797956?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8910292267879797956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/breaking-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8910292267879797956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8910292267879797956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/breaking-up.html' title='Breaking up.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4809880086520123473</id><published>2010-05-06T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:23:54.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>I'm being so very lazy lately, I barely even go on the internet haha.&lt;br /&gt;I will probably post some stuff later on, but I just wanted to make sure that the blog knows I am still alive and haven't abandoned it :P&lt;br /&gt;Recently I read a really good book "Vector" written by Robin Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n1/n5254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 446px;" src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n1/n5254.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are into medical mysteries and things of that kind, this book might be interesting for you. &lt;br /&gt;Basically it is about a NY medical examiner Jack Stapleton who is rather thorough with his examinations which usually leads him to some sort of troubles lol. This time he stumbled across a curious case of inhalational anthrax which is very conspicuous for a city such as NY. While investigating into the case he and Laurie Montgomery discover that a right wing militia group and a rather mad Russian immigrant (ex: Bioweapon developer) plan to have their revenge on the government by using bioweapons. :)&lt;br /&gt;I really loved the book, so I requested other books by Robin Cook that involve Jack Stapleton. Can't wait till they get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note my poor boyfriend sprained his ankle walking down the stairs. Now that is rather clumsy of him. I still cannot quite comprehend how that happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on the one last note, Seattle is still refusing us our rightful spring. It's really cold today. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is just for fun: A picture from 2003, when I, mom and dad climbed mount McKinley in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S-L0fz8E8dI/AAAAAAAAALo/ltJmRwfU700/s1600/img151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S-L0fz8E8dI/AAAAAAAAALo/ltJmRwfU700/s400/img151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468201724936516050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4809880086520123473?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4809880086520123473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/ugh.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4809880086520123473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4809880086520123473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S-L0fz8E8dI/AAAAAAAAALo/ltJmRwfU700/s72-c/img151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2451764189620031734</id><published>2010-04-25T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:32:16.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><title type='text'>Whale Festival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9TgxuMrUcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XiZIVjM4nlE/s1600/Whidbey+island+2+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9TgxuMrUcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XiZIVjM4nlE/s320/Whidbey+island+2+056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464239392726667714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start this off by saying...this weekend was Amazing!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;My family went to Whidbey island for a whale festival. We were all so exited to see one in real life, but sadly we weren't so lucky and didn't actually witness one.&lt;br /&gt;Despite that we had plenty of fun. We had to take a ferry boat ride up from Seattle up to the island to start out our Saturday. Whidbey island has a very small population so the festival itself was rather small. I even got to be in it, because I was helping carry a "Save the Forest" sign. The city of Langley were the festival was held is now officially one of the cities of the &lt;a href="http://www.thewhaletrail.org/"&gt;Whale Trail&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9Tim9RuXgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8V9EJZTFIic/s1600/Whidbey+island+2+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9Tim9RuXgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8V9EJZTFIic/s320/Whidbey+island+2+045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464241406819065346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9TknCADPEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/j0jux_ygKeQ/s1600/Whidbey+island+2+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9TknCADPEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/j0jux_ygKeQ/s320/Whidbey+island+2+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464243607110368322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we visited a very interesting central asia rugs and textiles shop &lt;a href="http://www.musicfortheeyes.com/gallery.htm"&gt;"Music for the Eyes"&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9Ttr-0AvNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qgjaRI7SrYo/s1600/Whidbey+Island+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9Ttr-0AvNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qgjaRI7SrYo/s320/Whidbey+Island+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464253587758562514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen so many beautifull rugs in my entire life. There was also lots of unique jewlery and other interesting things from central Asian cultures. I took quite a few pictures there so I will write a separate entry about it another day. :P&lt;br /&gt;We also did a bit of hiking. Our friends that we stayed with have a house on the hill, and the largest wooden staircase I have ever seen leads from the house down to the shoreline. I think the stairs are more then 300 steps and are pretty steep too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9TzL4cqwQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_-LfH4l5kLI/s1600/Whidbey+Island+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9TzL4cqwQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_-LfH4l5kLI/s320/Whidbey+Island+066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464259633363992834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9TyVLcPD9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/eEQj5GSRZaQ/s1600/Whidbey+Island+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9TyVLcPD9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/eEQj5GSRZaQ/s320/Whidbey+Island+064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464258693569646546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9T0chbibcI/AAAAAAAAALA/geNw6Ga43mw/s1600/Whidbey+Island+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9T0chbibcI/AAAAAAAAALA/geNw6Ga43mw/s320/Whidbey+Island+065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464261018754641346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9T48-doIgI/AAAAAAAAALI/z0WuvRFLxjQ/s1600/Whidbey+Island+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9T48-doIgI/AAAAAAAAALI/z0WuvRFLxjQ/s320/Whidbey+Island+083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464265974350356994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful creature is my sister ^ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9T6GCOr0aI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6qEzz3jhA4M/s1600/Whidbey+island+2+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9T6GCOr0aI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6qEzz3jhA4M/s320/Whidbey+island+2+116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464267229491876258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went kayaking~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9T67PFVwlI/AAAAAAAAALY/qEGr1PN7n-k/s1600/Whidbey+island+2+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9T67PFVwlI/AAAAAAAAALY/qEGr1PN7n-k/s320/Whidbey+island+2+131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464268143475409490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we even flew around in a tiny airplane :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew and through this all, I was sick and was running a fewer and had a sore throat, heh I still have a sore throat. But I'm glad I was finally able to get out to the nature. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else had a wonderful weekend too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9T8gl81NmI/AAAAAAAAALg/02sQVJGuW5A/s1600/Whidbey+Island+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9T8gl81NmI/AAAAAAAAALg/02sQVJGuW5A/s320/Whidbey+Island+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464269884780525154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2451764189620031734?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2451764189620031734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/whale-festival.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2451764189620031734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2451764189620031734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/whale-festival.html' title='Whale Festival!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S9TgxuMrUcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XiZIVjM4nlE/s72-c/Whidbey+island+2+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8918873757588031356</id><published>2010-04-19T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:23:23.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIM'/><title type='text'>HIM concert.</title><content type='html'>This saturday I went to a HIM concert at the showbox, here in Seattle. (:&lt;br /&gt;I was very exited because the only other concert I ever went to was for this russian musician, and it was rather dull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heartagram.com/"&gt;HIM&lt;/a&gt; is a rock band from Finland. It's pretty cool and their vocalist Ville Valo is rather gorgeous in my opinion. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhow we came an hour early, and the line was already a block long. Sadly I forgot my camera, so there will be no awesome pictures. But I'm kind of glad I forgot it because that way I could fully enjoy the concert and not get distracted every 5 seconds by taking a pictures. I'm saying this because more than half of the people were busy snapping pictures rather than listening to the music and dancing. :P&lt;br /&gt;There were three opening bands. The first one "Drive A" is a really small band, and well I didn't like them because they called the audicence motherfuckers? and I wasn't digging that whatsoever. Then there was a band called "Dommin" which I thought was very good! We even got to snap a pic with them (but the quality is awful since it was a phone cam) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S8y6haLTO4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x5Qc9QBKiz4/s1600/0418100048-0k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S8y6haLTO4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x5Qc9QBKiz4/s320/0418100048-0k.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461945531218738050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also was "We are the Fallen" which was okay, but honestly they set up the sound pretty badly, because I couldn't hear what she was singing because the music itself was really loud. &lt;br /&gt;HIM was awesome, except for I was kind of upset Ville was wearing a hat, lol. But that's okay. &lt;br /&gt;In the end we got stranded in Seattle for a while, because all the public transportation stopped working before we got out of the concert. Lol, so I had to call in my dad to rescue us. Which he did, and that was very nice of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my bf wasn't exactly too happy, I was spending a weekend with another guy. Haha I forgot about that sort of stuff altogether &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But he got over it, lol. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another weekend spend in the city, when will I get out to the nature??????? D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8918873757588031356?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8918873757588031356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/him-concert.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8918873757588031356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8918873757588031356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/him-concert.html' title='HIM concert.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S8y6haLTO4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x5Qc9QBKiz4/s72-c/0418100048-0k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-5889720872756114032</id><published>2010-04-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:42:47.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Parents :P</title><content type='html'>Hello (:&lt;br /&gt;So sadly I have not gone out anywhere this week/weekend. So there is not much really for me to say about outing sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;However, there is something else very exiting I wanted to share with you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I brought my boyfriend over to the house to meet my dad! I was so very worried. Since i'm a daddy's girl, for me it is very important that my dad approves the person I am dating. It was very nerve wracking for me because my dad has his own ideas of what a guy should have as his qualities in order for my dad to like them. I honestly have no clue what they are, so I couldn't figure out if my dad would like him beforehand. Lol. But he did. So I was very very happy yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;We cooked dinner together and he played with my little sister, all in all it was very sweet and nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that it turned out so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S8TWwC7XL7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZY_g3qM-ZX4/s1600/Picture+621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S8TWwC7XL7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZY_g3qM-ZX4/s400/Picture+621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459724769187803058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Now he has to yet meet my mom! Haha, my mom is a completely different story. But that will have to wait till another time. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-5889720872756114032?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5889720872756114032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/meet-parents-p.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5889720872756114032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5889720872756114032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/meet-parents-p.html' title='Meet the Parents :P'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S8TWwC7XL7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZY_g3qM-ZX4/s72-c/Picture+621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6747443586681298192</id><published>2010-04-05T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:45:57.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey guys (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was somewhat cold and rainy, so I didn't really get to do any hiking at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did go to a $2 movie theater to watch "When In Rome" with my new boyfriend. It was actually a pretty funny moive, I laughed so much! Basically Kristen Bell stars as a workaholic who hasn't had much luck with love, until she picked up coins from a magic fountain in Rome. Now all the men who's coins she picked up are desperatly in love with her. It's very very hilarious. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On saturday we went to an easter egghunt with my sister. I have never been to an easter egghunt before since I didn't grow up in the USA and back where I come from we have different easter traditions. I have to say however, easter egghunts look very fun. There was sooo MANY kids!!!! And they all were running and screaming, it really is a sight. My sister was so confused she only got one egg lol.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to show you guys a couple of pictures of what Easter looks like for me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chef.com.ua/userfiles/articles/small/1239962229_52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.chef.com.ua/userfiles/articles/small/1239962229_52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pastry that we eat on Easter, it is called a "Kulich"&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet bread with raisins, covered by a a creamy sugary glaze.&lt;br /&gt;We also ofcourse eat colored eggs. &lt;br /&gt;And religious people usually go to church and pray~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I want to inculde a little rant. Is it just me meeting strange guys, or do all the guys talk long term. Like they talk about things in the far future which could be months away, and include you in their plans. That really freaks me out when they do that, because you never know if you still going to be together by then. Hm actually this rant really did have a point but I can't quite put it to words right now. Grr &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;If I remember how to phrase it better I will come rewrite it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6747443586681298192?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6747443586681298192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6747443586681298192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6747443586681298192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter~'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4522174447781193761</id><published>2010-03-29T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:22:38.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><title type='text'>Under the Rain*</title><content type='html'>So this past week I went to eastern Washington. Whenever one gets too tired of all the greenery and rain of Seattle, you need only 3 hour drive and you turn up in a totally different place. Eastern WA, is nothing like Seattle. It's mostly sunny and windy, and the surroundings are basically barren land. Sometimes it feels like a desert. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is so open, I feel free and really relaxed when I come out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ The cutesy house we stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Barren Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite pass time while hiking, pretending to meditate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas153.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on my head (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the gleam of my red hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/bk_shortey_69/kititas188.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I met this really cute skateboarder guy on the bus the other day (we shall call him Garik :P). So this Sunday we went out to watch Sherlock Holmes at the 2$ movie theater lol. But before getting to the theater, we got thoroughly drenched by the rain. Anyhow the movie was alright. Anyhow so turns out Garik was a marshal arts instructor for 3 years! D: That is like super awesome. He promised to teach me to ride the skateboard, but we shall see about that. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the moment my mother is screaming at me, once again. Nothing new there. I mean seriously do you ever learn? Apparently not. I suspect she never will, and neither will I. This is what you get when to stubborn people live under the same roof. I think I'm getting a headache from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a nasty feeling I will be punished for this by the higher powers &gt;.&lt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4522174447781193761?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4522174447781193761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/under-rain.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4522174447781193761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4522174447781193761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/under-rain.html' title='Under the Rain*'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8941558435433693929</id><published>2010-03-22T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:52:43.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nowruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target'/><title type='text'>Nowruz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.ferghana.ru/photos/2008_03/navruz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 468px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 436px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://news.ferghana.ru/photos/2008_03/navruz1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Saturday, was a persian holdiay called Nowruz! Since I am part persion we always celebrated it. Nowruz marks the coming of spring, and the beginning of the new year. It is celebrated during the vernal equinox. I remember when I was a child, I would always look forward to this holiday because I loved the food we go to it on this day. One of my favorites is "sumalak" or "samanak", it is a sweet paste made from wheat germ. People cook it all night, and day long. It is very delicious. Sadly I haven't had it for over 6 years. Since nobody in United States knows how to cook it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://web2.0tajikistan.ru/images/attach/b/3/22/759/22759863_navruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://web2.0tajikistan.ru/images/attach/b/3/22/759/22759863_navruz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^ This is people in my country celebrating Nowruz traditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mytashkent.uz/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/5199020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://mytashkent.uz/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/5199020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^ Native women cooking the wheat germ paste "samanak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow here in Seattle we have a special association that actually held the holiday of Nowruz in a local college, over 200 people showed up to celebrate it. Sadly I do not have the pictures since I was sick and was not attending. There is always next year for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nowruz"&gt;Nowruz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;- If anyone is interested in reading more about Nowruz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, I once again made a trip to target, haha and got myself a few things. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S6fhR-AjS8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/kngMTd4TGTU/s1600-h/Picture+599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451573572774611906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S6fhR-AjS8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/kngMTd4TGTU/s320/Picture+599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this pink cardigan for $15, I actually do not own anything that would be solidly pink. I needed a cardigan, and was super exited to get it in pink lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S6fhyncGp1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nRUxX7WvqeY/s1600-h/redhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451574133651842898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S6fhyncGp1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nRUxX7WvqeY/s400/redhair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got this seagreen button up shirt. Which is very comfy and seagreen happens to be one of my favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I kind of colored my hair, it's cherry red. But the color doesn't come out well in pictures, as you can see from the ones I posted. I think you can only clearly see the color in the light. I'm still kind of sick, coughing a lot. I think my allergies could be part of the reason. I sooooo do NOT like allergies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also check out the "Bath Day" giveaway from Moments like Diamonds &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://chouzuru.blogspot.com/2010/03/225-followers-bath-day-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6275564426773562917-8941558435433693929?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8941558435433693929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/nowruz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8941558435433693929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8941558435433693929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/nowruz.html' title='Nowruz!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S6fhR-AjS8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/kngMTd4TGTU/s72-c/Picture+599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1748401067754084664</id><published>2010-03-14T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:23:13.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><title type='text'>Mailbox on the top?</title><content type='html'>With spring time coming around the corner I'm out hiking almost every weekend! It's great this time around we hiked mailbox peak, and I can tell you that it is called so for a reason! xP&lt;br /&gt;Here am I on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S52UDH6ZmkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/k0sOr0Y2RFM/s1600-h/mailbox+peak+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S52UDH6ZmkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/k0sOr0Y2RFM/s400/mailbox+peak+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448673905572682306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went to target earlier in the week and found the top I wanted to get (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S52WNnyhJjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iju5BmzGSCQ/s1600-h/mailbox+peak+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S52WNnyhJjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iju5BmzGSCQ/s320/mailbox+peak+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448676284951504434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S52aBw_9ihI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TwWYmBEeExE/s1600-h/Picture+580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S52aBw_9ihI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TwWYmBEeExE/s400/Picture+580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448680479311890962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh soo ready for spring!!!&lt;br /&gt;And this shirt just looked like fun so I got it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S52X9k3zB1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/rGGrNoxCL2s/s1600-h/mailbox+peak+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S52X9k3zB1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/rGGrNoxCL2s/s320/mailbox+peak+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448678208313689938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1748401067754084664?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1748401067754084664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/mailbox-on-top.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1748401067754084664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1748401067754084664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/mailbox-on-top.html' title='Mailbox on the top?'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S52UDH6ZmkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/k0sOr0Y2RFM/s72-c/mailbox+peak+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1362418249600391674</id><published>2010-03-08T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:01:38.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chair Peak'/><title type='text'>Scouting Chair Peak</title><content type='html'>This Sunday, we decided to snoop around Chair Peak and check out the correct route to the technical part of the climb. Basically we were interested in the route named "North Face". Honestly, to me the climb looked pretty scary, since there seem to be portions of large ice where we would have to use ice axes and crampons to climb them. I'm not really into technical climbing, I'm more of the hiking type. As long as I can walk it, I will, but when it comes to climbing something. I freak out.&lt;br /&gt;If someone who is very skilled is climbing along with me, I will be fine and be able to climb safely. &lt;br /&gt;   So anyhow, we woke up at 5am, loaded the car and off we were. Dropped by a local starbucks to load up on calories. Mmm I just love white chocolate mocha and lemon pound cake. It's delicious! &lt;br /&gt;   After we started hiking, we were making pretty good time, we started at 7am and were up by the start of the "North Face" at around 10am. There we scouted the route and decided that we certainly would need more equipment to climb it. Such as a rope! We had our breakfast up top and headed down. Now, this is where the unfortunate thing happened to me. I lost my camera! D: Sadly I realized that only when we got more than 3/4 way down. Since I couldn't possibly leave it out there, we decided to hike back up and look for it. &gt;.&lt; It took us about another 40 minutes to get up to the spot I last used it. NO sign of it ANYWHERE. I basically gave up, and accepted the fact that it was lost. We were almost all the way down to the spot where I realized I lost it. When I found it in the hole made by someones backside while they were going down on the snow. YAY! There was no end to my happiness haha. It turned out great. We got a pretty straining work out. Today my muscles are really hating on me, especially when I try to walk.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll post up the pictures from my rescued camera! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5WypZV3jwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o-7CsGHQimw/s1600-h/scouting+chair+peak+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5WypZV3jwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o-7CsGHQimw/s400/scouting+chair+peak+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446455748621471490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5WzC-YKJAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BEd-eTRMo94/s1600-h/scouting+chair+peak+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5WzC-YKJAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BEd-eTRMo94/s400/scouting+chair+peak+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446456188059919362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5WzhIZCSTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AWi-bm5dpyQ/s1600-h/scouting+chair+peak+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5WzhIZCSTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AWi-bm5dpyQ/s400/scouting+chair+peak+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446456706144028978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W0Am4qz6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/HtKM5w0i_VE/s1600-h/scouting+chair+peak+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W0Am4qz6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/HtKM5w0i_VE/s400/scouting+chair+peak+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446457246905716642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W1I_-m2sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TZQvyeSLutc/s1600-h/scouting+chair+peak+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W1I_-m2sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TZQvyeSLutc/s400/scouting+chair+peak+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446458490592090818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W16h5HA2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/cuLhGKayXHE/s1600-h/scouting+chair+peak+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W16h5HA2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/cuLhGKayXHE/s400/scouting+chair+peak+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446459341509428066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W2j-EMeAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iDKdQ6i7r3I/s1600-h/scouting+chair+peak+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W2j-EMeAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iDKdQ6i7r3I/s400/scouting+chair+peak+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446460053446752258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W3Hy6LWPI/AAAAAAAAAII/-d4PhP3yiRw/s1600-h/scouting+chair+peak+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W3Hy6LWPI/AAAAAAAAAII/-d4PhP3yiRw/s400/scouting+chair+peak+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446460668927236338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W4LOsSdFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iJ37xD6SP00/s1600-h/scouting+chair+peak+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5W4LOsSdFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iJ37xD6SP00/s400/scouting+chair+peak+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446461827436409938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, it finally SNOWED in the city today! I have to admit they were absolutely tiny little flakes. If you were not outside or not staring out the window, you might never know it happened. Although, I'm sure the news will be all over it. And everbody's facebook status now says "OMG IT'S SNOWING" &lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1362418249600391674?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1362418249600391674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/scouting-chair-peak.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1362418249600391674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1362418249600391674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/scouting-chair-peak.html' title='Scouting Chair Peak'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5WypZV3jwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o-7CsGHQimw/s72-c/scouting+chair+peak+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2027557284637491011</id><published>2010-03-06T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:21:42.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><title type='text'>Finally Hiking!</title><content type='html'>Finally. After a long winter brake from all the hiking and climbing activities I'm back in business. My legs and butt surely will hate me tommorow because I haven't worked out that hard in a while. It was a beautifull and lovely morning, we had delicious muffins for breakfast, and headed out to make our first hike of the season! :D&lt;br /&gt;It was really warm. There was an amazing amount of people out! We barely could find any parking at all. Oh and lot's of dogs, everyone decided to go hiking and take their dog with them. Yep. But despite the crowds, and tiredness, it was really nice. You can really see the beggining of spring. Tiny flowers blooming, new leaves coming out on trees. Even bees buzzing around. Great Day. (:&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I pretended to be a photographer and took some photos! Check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5MtahyAmEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y_URJwigLG8/s1600-h/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5MtahyAmEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y_URJwigLG8/s400/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445746308189034562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5MuvppzukI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sxhnbmXN6D8/s1600-h/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5MuvppzukI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sxhnbmXN6D8/s400/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445747770591001154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5MvtC60srI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BfGjHWzkJbw/s1600-h/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5MvtC60srI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BfGjHWzkJbw/s400/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445748825345274546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5MwmSDg9II/AAAAAAAAAGw/nO7WyFTgFHk/s1600-h/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5MwmSDg9II/AAAAAAAAAGw/nO7WyFTgFHk/s400/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445749808660804738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5Mxk3Z6qmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6QAy_B4BhbQ/s1600-h/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5Mxk3Z6qmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6QAy_B4BhbQ/s400/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445750883838765666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5My7cneZFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eqb64hleDp4/s1600-h/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5My7cneZFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eqb64hleDp4/s400/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445752371296494674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5Mz_ymtUVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cvcKGfuB27A/s1600-h/hiking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5Mz_ymtUVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cvcKGfuB27A/s400/hiking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445753545429963090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2027557284637491011?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2027557284637491011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-hiking.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2027557284637491011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2027557284637491011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-hiking.html' title='Finally Hiking!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S5MtahyAmEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y_URJwigLG8/s72-c/hiking+rattlesnake+trail+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-531022070239175120</id><published>2010-03-01T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:11:59.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ski'/><title type='text'>Skiing and Colorful Burton's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday was a very lovely sunny day. So the whole family decided to go skiing to the closest ski resort which happens to be Snoqualmie. Only 40 minutes drive too, so that's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I was trying to teach my sister how to ski, phew that was a lot of work lol. She keeps on going straight and not making any turns. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she got tired super quick. There was a TON of people out. Thankfully they didn't all line up for the begginer's lift. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yprMkC7mI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sRpLnQgz0c4/s1600-h/snoqualmie+skiing+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443912609155968610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yprMkC7mI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sRpLnQgz0c4/s320/snoqualmie+skiing+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nearby mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yoEvlvixI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XtHlQTF-ZoU/s1600-h/snoqualmieski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443910849031801618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yoEvlvixI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XtHlQTF-ZoU/s320/snoqualmieski.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^ Me and my sister (:&lt;br /&gt;After our ski trip we dropped by REI which is a gigantic store for all supplies outdoor related. There were these awesomest ski pants in the juniors section for only $40 D: I snatched them and tried them on, haha they totally fit. So I bought them!!! They are very warm and comfy, and a really cool color too xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yqkhUApvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aWRD5qxMjz8/s1600-h/skipants+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443913593978398450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yqkhUApvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aWRD5qxMjz8/s200/skipants+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yrGAaIhLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kAdNXfn3vMc/s1600-h/skipants+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443914169261262002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yrGAaIhLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kAdNXfn3vMc/s200/skipants+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yr3xkg8_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/359TQRtm4Ns/s1600-h/burtonpants.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443915024271733746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yr3xkg8_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/359TQRtm4Ns/s320/burtonpants.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xP.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks for all the nice comments on my whiny post about my exboyfriend the other day &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-531022070239175120?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/531022070239175120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/skiing-and-colorful-burtons.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/531022070239175120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/531022070239175120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/skiing-and-colorful-burtons.html' title='Skiing and Colorful Burton&apos;s'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4yprMkC7mI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sRpLnQgz0c4/s72-c/snoqualmie+skiing+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4427240806583093968</id><published>2010-02-27T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:12:46.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exboyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>A Useless Rant</title><content type='html'>So has it ever happened to you that you walk in a room see a person, and instantly your heart starts racing like crazy, you feel suddenly faint, your body starts shaking, and you feel all jittery inside? Yeah well that happened to me yesterday. It was the worst thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;I and my friend from the Air Force went to chill out at Denny's because he was going to leave for his duty at Florida today. So it was like 1am at night and we went there since it was the only place open so late. Right after I stepped out of the car, I noticed a truck that looked suspiciously jsut like BR's truck. I had this omnious feeling about it too, but then I decided that no way would he be there at that kind of hour. Boy was I wrong. He was totally there. The minute I stepped inside I totally saw him, and was about to walk right back out. However, I fought through the impulse and decided not to be such a baby about it. Nothing can describe the horrible state I was in though, I was like in shaking/flustered/nevousness state. He was with our mutual friend Ad. So I walked up to her and talked, because I just can't be rude enough not to talk to her because he was there. Anyhow I said hi to him not to be rude you know? You'd think he would be polite, but he didn't even say hello. &gt;: We basically barely looked at each other. It was really awkward for me. I kind of wanted to fall right through the floor. Lol. It's just really hard to realize that you STILL can't get over someone who you broke up with like 4 months ago. I think it's especially hard on me because I never ever have been dumped before this time. So I'm not taking it so well. I had to drink a super gigantic oreo shake after the whole experience to make me feel better. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow this was really a rant, because I like to whine, and I just feel sorry for myself. But I know I have to suck it up, I really will try. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4427240806583093968?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4427240806583093968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/useless-rant.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4427240806583093968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4427240806583093968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/useless-rant.html' title='A Useless Rant'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-556470169531528175</id><published>2010-02-22T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:53:57.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know what's going on inside my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stayed up yesterday till 5am reading a book. Seriously what in the world was I thinking, when I had to be up at 7am. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I wonder why my face looks so dull and eyes look so tired. :facepalm:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow today actually went rather well. The weather was gorgeous, it has wonderfully been so for the last week. It really does feel like spring. I actually went out rollerblading today. Haha it was nice (: I realized though that I need new rollerblades these ones are really small now. But i'm not sure if it is worth it since I bring them out like twice a year. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4NDRnjELgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ViemBQRJXss/s1600-h/niyara,+iceskating+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441266744746585602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4NDRnjELgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ViemBQRJXss/s200/niyara,+iceskating+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And all our trees pretty much look like that now. I was passing this one buy and took a snap. So pink! And smells really good too. But people with allergies beware already we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havign&lt;/span&gt; too much pollen. x.x Good thing I'm not allergic to that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I did get my two root canals done. It wasn't really painful, my dentist was actually really handsome. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. It kind of helped with my dentist-o-phobia, so I'm glad he's nice to look at. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xP&lt;/span&gt; Oh and they also have a very good looking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hygenist&lt;/span&gt; that does the cleaning. I think I finally found a good dentistry place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday went ice skating with my sister. All the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Apolo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olympic&lt;/span&gt; hype and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;figurescating&lt;/span&gt; made me want to go to the rink and skate a bit. Now I'm thinking if I should take some lessons, so that I don't look like a cow on the ice. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Also my present arrived from Japan! Thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4NE8gRKSAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8rXUplPjyHA/s1600-h/my+yellow+hat+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441268581038442498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4NE8gRKSAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8rXUplPjyHA/s200/my+yellow+hat+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;^.^ My lovely "ugly" yellow hat, a WC shopping bag and a spring catalog. Gotta say my mother did not appreciate their creativity in catalog making. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4NHjAGLcAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-_vehJjqi4o/s1600-h/smileyface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441271441440600066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4NHjAGLcAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-_vehJjqi4o/s200/smileyface.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4NHn_8YH1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/uh3bUfC0xlk/s1600-h/omnomnom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441271527298834258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4NHn_8YH1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/uh3bUfC0xlk/s200/omnomnom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do the Hat some justice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. My super freaky scary face purely for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fanservice&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit: Oh and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; messed up my day a bit today. It told my previous man so to say was back with his ex. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pewp&lt;/span&gt;. I was angry that that made me upset. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. How long does it take for one to just get over it? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; not fast enough.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also went through the effort of writing a 4 page letter to my grandfather in russian, which took me a while and afterwards my hand was aching. xP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-556470169531528175?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/556470169531528175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-know-whats-going-on-inside-my-head.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/556470169531528175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/556470169531528175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-know-whats-going-on-inside-my-head.html' title='Don&apos;t know what&apos;s going on inside my head'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S4NDRnjELgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ViemBQRJXss/s72-c/niyara,+iceskating+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-5662355700818840864</id><published>2010-02-17T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T01:39:38.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toothache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>Oh Lovely Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chupchap.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/2680_tooth_ache_conceptjpg.png?w=325&amp;amp;h=350"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://chupchap.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/2680_tooth_ache_conceptjpg.png?w=325&amp;amp;h=350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was truly a lovely day, it was sunny and warm. Spring weather is starting to come in early it seems. I was walking on the street and noticed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lot's&lt;/span&gt; of trees are already blooming, as well spring flowers are starting to bloom too. It's really beautiful out. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I got to hang out with my friend who left for air force six month ago. We dinned out in Bahama Breathe. It was really interesting to hear his stories. He actually makes it sound very exiting. He will be stationed in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;florida&lt;/span&gt;, so that should be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bunddles&lt;/span&gt; of fun for him. So yeah it was a nice evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past couple of days I've been seeing dentist quite frequently. ;_; Yes my teeth are a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;total&lt;/span&gt; mess. If only I could go back and take better care of them and not have a dentist-o-phobia. Oh well, I have to deal with them now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; I will get...not one, but a whole two root canals. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Scary&lt;/span&gt; D: I'm shivering just from thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My valentines day was alright. I watched the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Olympic&lt;/span&gt; games and ate delicious &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;! yum! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyhow just updating what's been going on. Oh and yes I'm a very crazy fan of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; so I will post up my favorite moments from these 2010 games so far later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies: I also ended up going to see &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="" href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CBMQFjAA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.percyjacksonthemovie.com%2F&amp;amp;rct=j&amp;amp;q=percy+jackson+%26+the+olympians+the+lightning+thief&amp;amp;ei=y1t-S-6sK4LwsgOR_Nj8Cw&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEPYZFxzSy71is3CVD1ma95VpmujA&amp;amp;sig2=bH_7nPyuRztqDvyS-kIZGw"&gt;Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief&lt;/a&gt;. It was alright. I like the actor they choose for Percy. However, they left a lot out and I'm just glad I read all the books, and know how great the story really is. It was certainly fun to watch though and I will go and see any sequels they make. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-5662355700818840864?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5662355700818840864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-lovely-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5662355700818840864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/5662355700818840864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-lovely-day.html' title='Oh Lovely Day...'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1315595422114864937</id><published>2010-02-09T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:55:22.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow Hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toothache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Awaiting Spring</title><content type='html'>I did end up going to the doctor for my toothache/gumache/swollen face. Turns out I got some gigantic infection, no idea how. Now I'm on really strong antibiotics and pain relievers. Eating lot's of yogurt, because I have a really hard time trying to chew anything else. Yes it really sucks, yes I admit I'm very scared. I'm not sick a lot, so when something is wrong with me it scares the living crap out of me. Like yesterday I was trying to look inside of my swollen mouth and to me it seemed like one of my front teeth was lower than the other D: Immediatly I started crying insanely because the thought of loosing a tooth so early in my life makes me obsenly panicked. I guess after a night of really bad sleep, I figured that even if I do loose a tooth I can always fix that, and it's nothing compared to what some other people have to go through. I'm hoping that everything will be okay and my tooth will go back in place after the swelling goes down. We will just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more happier note: Spring, I can just feel it drawing closer and closer. The other day I was walking and saw a tree in bloom already, and my little sister spotted a bunch of yellow dandelions. Everywhere it seems early spring flowers are ready to come out and bloom, and I love blooming flowers. They make me happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S3HCPtMxAdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o0Yu8Eg-5Nk/s1600-h/ilike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436339800299864530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S3HCPtMxAdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o0Yu8Eg-5Nk/s320/ilike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I was browsing through the new issue of Vivi and saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- And for no reason at all I fell in love with this. It's so simple, but at the same time somehow very feminine. I can't really explain it, but I saw it and it reminded me of my mother when she was really young. And trust me she was a sight to see. Simply beautiful.&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;Also I'm so exited my BFF from japan is sending me this hat as a belated gift for my birhtday &lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 492px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 832px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tokyofashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Cat-Street-WC-Leopard-Girls-02-04-2010-005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw this absolutely awesomest yellow hat. I was like "I WANT NAOOO" Haha. I'm so happy I will have it soon. Ironic things are fun to wear ;)&lt;br /&gt;I hope my infection will be over with by the time the hat arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: after using the antibiotics yesterday and today my face seems less inflated hehe. The swelling is going down I think. I'm also off pain relievers now, because it doesn't really hurt anymore. Now I only need it to completely go away, and I will be the happiest person around. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1315595422114864937?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1315595422114864937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/awaiting-spring.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1315595422114864937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1315595422114864937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/awaiting-spring.html' title='Awaiting Spring'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S3HCPtMxAdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o0Yu8Eg-5Nk/s72-c/ilike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7910324131333396109</id><published>2010-02-07T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:36:04.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toothache'/><title type='text'>Horrible Toothache!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I developed some really weird toothache. It's not really a toothache? I think it's my gums. On my front teeth and right under my nose, the gum up there started hurting really bad yesterday evening. So I went ahead and ate a 600mg pill of ibuprofen. Today turned out even worse. I woke up and couldn't move my lips because my upper lip got swollen really bad. It seems it swells more and hurts more in the evening. I had to take another pill just an hour ago. Tommorow I will go to the dentist and hope that whatever is happening to me is not all that bad. I forsee that he will prescribe me some antibiotics ;_; I very much dislike antibiotics, so I'd rather not take them. I'm afraid though that this time I will actually have to. I snooped around the internet and figured I have a dental abscess. There are however 3 different types of them and I don't know which one I got. I just hope its not really bad. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, take care of your teeth people, and your gums. Because this pain is not worth tollerationg, it really really sucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7910324131333396109?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7910324131333396109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/horrible-toothache.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7910324131333396109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7910324131333396109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/horrible-toothache.html' title='Horrible Toothache!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8046887387908348891</id><published>2010-02-05T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:46:15.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinique~</title><content type='html'>So this wednesday, I went to spend my REI gift card. For that I had to ride all the way to Seattle. It turned out quite a long day for me actually. I had to run, do my excersize which was a bit tiring. Sadly my delicious gluten free granola which I got from Trader Joe's ended with this breakfast ;_;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://glutenfreepostv2.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/sept-5-2007-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://glutenfreepostv2.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/sept-5-2007-013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Cranberry Maple Nut variety. I honestly can say this is the most delicious tasting granola I have ever ate. However, that could be just my stomach screaming that since I hadn't had any kind of bread for a week. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;Being gluten free is hard. ;_; Very hard. I can understand the hardships people with celiac disease go through now. Oh and Also I eat my granola with Kefir (naturall kind of yogurt without any added sugars) and some frozen blueberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yN_bvrwBI/AAAAAAAAADY/1N1FK2rHmLI/s1600-h/yogurt,+clinique+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yN_bvrwBI/AAAAAAAAADY/1N1FK2rHmLI/s200/yogurt,+clinique+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434874971248377874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I guess it doesn't look all that delicious on my picture, but it really is!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I can't buy anymore of it until I figure out what are my allergies from (My itchy dry nose and itchy ears ;_;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so then continuing with my advanterous wednesday... I decided to ship my friend in Japan a present. But, the problem was I have never ever in my life shipped anythign to anywhere. Both me and her love Victoria's Secret Acai Berry and Magnolia body mist. So when I was at VS's and saw a cute pouch with lotion and body mist without thinking I got it for her.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yL_5Vo0MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QzZtwSJetm4/s1600-h/gift+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yL_5Vo0MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QzZtwSJetm4/s200/gift+bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434872780168941762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only after I came home I realized that I have no idea if we are allowed to ship body mists. So I wrote an email to the post office asking them if I could or not. But they were taking forever to reply. So in the end I just went to the post office and asked the guy who worked there. He told me that since it doesn't seem to contain alcohol I could send it. So I did. But then I recieved an email form the post office saying that no I cannot send it. Well to late post office I already did! &gt;.&lt; Anyhow, if it doesn't get to her I'll be very very sad. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after shipping the package I took the light rail to Seattle. It was raining. I bought myself some hiking pants from REI. I'll take a pic of those later.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went in to Nordstrom to see what they had on sale or something. Remembered that I wanted a moisturizer and walked by Clinique. This really nice saleswoman was there and she was like "Oh my god your skin is so dry! Sit right there we are giving you a make over right now!!!" Lol. Anyhow she slathered a whole bunch of products on my face and did my make up. I ended up looking really nice. Since I don't really wear make up I was surprised at how different it made me look. &lt;3 Anyhow. I bought myself the 3-step skin care system.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yPGx0QCZI/AAAAAAAAADg/xZJrth23sMA/s1600-h/yogurt,+clinique+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yPGx0QCZI/AAAAAAAAADg/xZJrth23sMA/s200/yogurt,+clinique+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434876196943825298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hopefully I will see some results with that. ^.^ Oh and I'm type two "dry combination skin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that my itchy dry nose comes from this product I used on my face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yQDRJbGKI/AAAAAAAAADo/CB4FAT4pXzg/s1600-h/yogurt,+clinique+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yQDRJbGKI/AAAAAAAAADo/CB4FAT4pXzg/s200/yogurt,+clinique+048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434877236146280610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall never ever use it ever again! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm all ready for the winter Olympics 2010 in Vancouver!!! Got my fan shirt already (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yRCt3GtaI/AAAAAAAAADw/Zewog20Okd4/s1600-h/yogurt,+clinique+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yRCt3GtaI/AAAAAAAAADw/Zewog20Okd4/s200/yogurt,+clinique+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434878326185833890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't go to Vancouver, but it's alright I will cheer in front of my TV screen. Hehe &lt;3. I don't know why but I love love love Olympics. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8046887387908348891?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8046887387908348891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/clinique.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8046887387908348891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8046887387908348891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/clinique.html' title='Clinique~'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S2yN_bvrwBI/AAAAAAAAADY/1N1FK2rHmLI/s72-c/yogurt,+clinique+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2218015531964999820</id><published>2010-01-23T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:45:26.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uwajimaya'/><title type='text'>Face why do you treat me so?</title><content type='html'>Wah my face, it really hates me right now. It is tingling and stinging all over, and I have a constant need to scratch it!!! I very seriously dislike this. I need to be productive and get my facial sometime next week for sure, and buy my clinique products I'm planning to get. Ok done with the face talk. Since I was cleaning out my closet yesterday, I noticed how fat I am getting lately D: , I can almost mistake myself for a woman on her first trimester..or beginning the second even. Looks scary. I need to try to diet or something. But ofcourse it is all words and no action on my part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to Burke Museum with my sister. She didn't want to stay home, and I had some spare money so I felt like taking her out. To tell the truth the museum was awfully boring there was almost nothing to look at. I have no idea what they charged me $9.50 for?? Well at least my sister enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Uwajimaya again, and had some fried rice with tofu for lunch. Also munched on Green Tea Frozen yogurt &lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S10vmSA3s5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-dbtFWCOQP4/s1600-h/uwajimaya+niyara+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S10vmSA3s5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-dbtFWCOQP4/s200/uwajimaya+niyara+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430549060395709330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day started out rainy but by the time we got to Uwajimaya it was already sunny ^.^  Anyhow, I couldn't resist and bought myself two new packs of Pocky. Chocolate and Strawberry flavored! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I'll go take my bath now, cause I think I'm starting to feel kind of sick. ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2218015531964999820?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2218015531964999820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/face-why-do-you-treat-me-so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2218015531964999820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2218015531964999820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/face-why-do-you-treat-me-so.html' title='Face why do you treat me so?'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S10vmSA3s5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-dbtFWCOQP4/s72-c/uwajimaya+niyara+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-2967755593313642512</id><published>2010-01-22T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:03:11.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet Revision.</title><content type='html'>So this week went alright, nothing superbly exiting ofcourse. My volunteering at the hospital was kind of spoiled yesterday, because there was not a lot of patients and we were done really early. &lt;br /&gt;I do have some money I wish to spend on clothes. The only problem is I can't decide what I want ;_; or need for that matter. I'm planning to leave some money for a facial. Eeek I hope it's not going to mess up my poor face. My mother keeps telling me not to go and get it done, cause they will screw it up. However, the few blackheads I have on my face are really annoying me so I want them gone, and therefore I will go get a facial despite her advice. Oh and in an hour or so I'll go do my closet revision, and try to make a list of what I need. Throw out crap I don't need. Yeah that's pretty much it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-2967755593313642512?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2967755593313642512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/closet-revision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2967755593313642512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/2967755593313642512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/closet-revision.html' title='Closet Revision.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8065274434594766581</id><published>2010-01-18T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:28:38.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uwajiimaya! and Other stuff.</title><content type='html'>So today  or more like yesterday at this hour, I was planning to hang out with my Indian friend Hampreet. But she decided to ditch me for Canada. So I had no plans and decided to take me and my sister out shopping to Seattle. We went to quite a few shops, and treated ourselves to a tasty cinnamon bun at Pike Market. And man was that Cinnamon Bun gigantic and delicious!&lt;br /&gt;We also wondered into Uwajimaya! And I got some shiro miso paste, and edamame beans and Pocky!!! I never knew Pocky was so delicious until I tried it today. To say the truth I tried it because all those Japanese fashion magazines, and manga were always showcasing it, and it piqued my interest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S1QlxuvC_KI/AAAAAAAAABw/RpaOv3DWUyU/s1600-h/Uwajimayabuys+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S1QlxuvC_KI/AAAAAAAAABw/RpaOv3DWUyU/s200/Uwajimayabuys+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428004987177467042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^-- my opened pack of Pocky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S1QmvYTttXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cJpOe1JqkwI/s1600-h/Uwajimayabuys+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S1QmvYTttXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cJpOe1JqkwI/s200/Uwajimayabuys+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428006046309135730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^-- Edamame beans i'm planning to cook tommorow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S1QnqIJuRMI/AAAAAAAAACA/rbdMmGmC7JQ/s1600-h/Uwajimayabuys+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S1QnqIJuRMI/AAAAAAAAACA/rbdMmGmC7JQ/s200/Uwajimayabuys+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428007055584543938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^- Shiro Miso Paste I used to cook my Miso soup with! mMm it actually turned out delicious! I will make more miso soup tommorow. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S1Qocgk04vI/AAAAAAAAACI/_S3hS0K1Bck/s1600-h/Uwajimayabuys+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S1Qocgk04vI/AAAAAAAAACI/_S3hS0K1Bck/s200/Uwajimayabuys+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428007921134134002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^- I noticed this while I was at Uwajimaya. I couldn't believe it. When I was a childe we used to watch cartoons and read stories about "Cheburashka". It's an old Russian Skazka so to say. It's so cool, that they actually have it in Japanese. Becasue I don't believe I have ever seen it in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also since I googled Pocky, I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiralandcircle.com/pink%20pocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 409px; height: 670px;" src="http://www.spiralandcircle.com/pink%20pocky.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so cute. I think I want it. But I don't think I can afford cashing out $30 for a tote right now. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I was looking through things online and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hervia.com/product_thumb.php?img=images/navybrandedsocks-1.jpg&amp;w=150&amp;h=150"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.hervia.com/product_thumb.php?img=images/navybrandedsocks-1.jpg&amp;w=150&amp;h=150" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It says "branded" on the back.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I like it, but I saw it and instantly wanted to have them. But ofcourse I can't afford these either. Have to hope for better times I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow, or more like today I guess. I have a dentist appointment. I'm sooo scared. I have the biggest case of dentist phobia. My teeth are in a bad condition. I just really don't want to hear what he has to say about it. And I don't want the pain either. But I guess it's better to fix my teeth now, than not have any teeth at all. I wish myself luck, because I know I will be freaking out like crazy tommorow. ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8065274434594766581?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8065274434594766581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/uwajiimaya-and-other-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8065274434594766581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8065274434594766581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/uwajiimaya-and-other-stuff.html' title='Uwajiimaya! and Other stuff.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S1QlxuvC_KI/AAAAAAAAABw/RpaOv3DWUyU/s72-c/Uwajimayabuys+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6095101035813729391</id><published>2010-01-11T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:20:14.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Hm. I guess I haven't written netiher about my New Years nor my birthday yet. I feel quite lazy to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So New Years was nice. We spent it in a really nice house which was five minutes away from Leavenworth. Funny thing is we never actually went to Leavenworth except to drive by it on the way to Stevens' Pass and back. Or to go shopping for somthing. Sking was good. A little bit icy, but otherwise enjoyable. It was snowing a lot. My legs, especially my clafs hurted a lot from skiing so much. Overall lovely. Sometimes sad, for I wished for better company. But I can't complain really as that is my fault entirely. We laughed a lot. That is true. I like to laugh. So I guess it was nice spending New Years there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday, started out ruined. Yes, that is because Tim decided it was alright to creep behind me and suprise me by whispering really close to my ear, so I can feel his breath on my neck. Ofcourse that panicked me, because my thoughts on that matter where, "he's about to kiss me on my neck", which really made me nervouse. Becasue I wouldn't like that whatsoever. So I bolted from him to the bathroom. How was I supposed to know really that he just wished to wish me a happy birthday? A girl is a flighty creature, he ought to know to be carefull around us. Other than that I got to go to my favorite italian restaurant and eat my heart out. Also a couple of nice presents. And roses, I do so love roses. It was alright I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to go and babysit Rene's kids last wednsday, wich was alright. Admittedly it was quite fun, and not only because I was being paid. It was fun because we played monopoly and I got all exited in the heat of the game. Sometimes I wonder how it's so easy to have fun with someone elses little kids. And how hard it is to play with my own little sister. Weird that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Saturday I went out to run in the morning. It felt so good. I cannot quite describe the feeling. I think it felt like freedom mixed with happiness and pure joy. I don't know how that happened, since i'm naturally lazy and do not like to run. But I'm glad I did. It was sunny and lovely, the birds were singing. I was happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I ruined the day by trying to talk to B. Rediculous really. Why did I even bother? I still cannot comprehend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6095101035813729391?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6095101035813729391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6095101035813729391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6095101035813729391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1056935783317766136</id><published>2009-12-28T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:57:21.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://christian-church.com/images/wallpapers/christmas_wallpaper1-826477.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 587px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 435px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://christian-church.com/images/wallpapers/christmas_wallpaper1-826477.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as it seems I haven’t written for a while again. Since things have piled up I feel the need to write again. First on the list of course is Christmas! I love the holiday season, it just makes you so jolly and happy. Streets decorated, thousands upon thousands of people shopping, pooling out on the streets practically overflowing with excitement and anticipation. This Christmas my parents got me a new pair of skis. I love them, they are white and have a cute flower design on the side. Hm. I might actually find a picture for that. Also since I’m very selfish I got myself a lot of things. New boots, a new hoodie, and finally fixed my favorite necklace. The reason it is my favorite is because it’s a memory of Eugene. I think we all know that Eugene is special to me, and everything connected with him, makes me smile, and probably will make me smile for the rest of my life. Anyhow I guess I got a little carried away, back to my Christmas selfishness. I also finally got myself new headphones, so I can finally listen to my old iPod. Although I’m not a giant fan of music, I do still love my tunes very much. So Christmas eve we spent at Andrei’s making somsa and eating very, oh so very tasty cake. I guess I also played we, and listened in on lots of conversation. I think it went alright. Then when we woke up in the morning of Christmas day we were all very excited to see my little sister unwrapping her presents. It was quite cute, the joy on her face. We had our breakfast ( I didn’t really eat anything at all) and headed out to go skiing at Steven’s Pass. It was really nice skiing on my new skis. The hills were kind of icy, so I had to be a little careful. On the slopes I met this very cool snowboarder guy, who apparently studies German, and plans to go there next year. Anyhow, it was a nice family Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, which was the 26th of December the sun had shined upon Seattle. I should explain that when the sun shines in Seattle, and the sky is clear blue, it is very hard to ignore it and sit at home. For my birthday which is coming up very soon, my parents gave a new really cool camera (they gave it to me ahead of time since I wanted to shoot New Year’s Eve with a new camera). So I took my new camera, dressed warmly, and took the light rail to Seattle. It was a gorgeous day, so the pictures turned out really nice. I finally ended up home pretty existed. However, my day did not end there. I had a sudden impulse to log in on facebook, and so I did. Jose my friend from the days of my running in high school, was back from the navy for the holidays. So he and Drew invited me to hang out with them for a while. (As I am writing this I have a sudden urge to eat an apple. Lol) Since I did not have any other plans I was really happy to go. And I’m glad I went because… For one we went to go cart racing, that was very cool, I never did this before, so it was really scary. Especially when I would drift on my turns, the helmet was very stinky too. Next we went to wonder about the mall, doing nothing really, eating cookies I guess. After that we went to “Lovers” that’s a sex shop in our area. It’s three floors big. That was quite interesting, considering I am a girl, and was there with two other guys. LOL. Anyhow, it was entertaining. And gave me lot’s of laughs. There was actually an item I would have liked to get from there, which was a really hot chained rhinestone collar. Maybe one day, when I become a freak. Then we went to pick up Jose’s girlfriend. She was not what I was expecting at all. But she is nice, and I think she is good for him. We went to her house and played Mario tennis, and ate ice cream. Lots of laughs again. Ended up home at 3am. Really great day. (:&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that bothered me somewhat was that they kept bringing up B., and I guess it still nags me a little. I’m glad he is doing alright though. I think I will be smiling when they bring him up, in a couple of months or so. I’d be completely fine by then. When Drew was showing a video of x-mas party on his camera, and B was in it. It kind of made me feel nostalgic for a moment. A pang that shot through the heart sort of. Anyhow, I know I will be alright. It was much, much worse when I have left E. The nostalgia then, brought tears to my eyes. Not so now, which I’m truly glad about.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to New Years. It should be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-Deso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1056935783317766136?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1056935783317766136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1056935783317766136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1056935783317766136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching up!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-3139000374307864753</id><published>2009-12-09T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:25:37.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr...</title><content type='html'>Hm. And as it seems, the life is quiet right now. I have nothing much to say really.&lt;br /&gt;My friend got married today. I hope it went well for her, i'm kind of interested in hearing her story when she gets back here. Other than that nothing significant really happened. I'm cooking almost everyday. Do I like cooking? Well somedays I do. Others I don't, but I have no choice, so I just do it. I look like shit right now too. Gr. I think I'm getting fat, cause my face is starting to look oval to me. Time to get a hold of myself and exersize, if only I could actually force myself to do that. I do walk my sister to school everyday, and it is a pretty long distance. So I guess I do get some kind of exersize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I lied. Something exiting did happen. I went skiing this sunday. I love skiing. It was really freezing, and not a lot of snow so it was icey. But still, it was great. We were trying to teach my sister to ski. I was surpirsed that I actually liked spending my time with her, trying to teach her. I never thought I'd have patientce like that. Yep, it was great. Hopefully I can ski much more this winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-3139000374307864753?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3139000374307864753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/errr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3139000374307864753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3139000374307864753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/errr.html' title='Errr...'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4064419772880711510</id><published>2009-11-27T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:34:30.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.clevelandleader.com/files/turkey_thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.clevelandleader.com/files/turkey_thanksgiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thanksgiving went quite well. We went to Andrey's house. It was Liza's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say the turkey was absolutely delicious, best turkey I had my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;So well basically while it all was cooking, people were running their mouth as usuall. Quit interesting things I heard. It was very informative I guess. So anyway, since it's thanksgivings it's all about the food. There was some "vinegret", and some other weird salad that looked like "olivie". Also some baked beans with mushrooms. And really tasty mashed potatoes and gravy. Oh and they made "somsa" but it got burned a little! Anyhow I was sooo super stuffed. Since it was a birthday as well, I tried the birthday cake and it was kind of disgusting lol. Probably because I was so stuffed. Then I went and played some wii games, including the wii fit. Beat some records as always &lt;3.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4064419772880711510?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4064419772880711510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/thansgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4064419772880711510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4064419772880711510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/thansgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1895014518586582758</id><published>2009-11-15T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:02:00.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;: FU</title><content type='html'>So how hard it is to tell someone that you really don't care anymore? I mean it would make things so much easier for me. Can't you realize that? I'm confused. I mean I'm not really confused, because deep down inside I know that you don't care already. But for us women it's just really hard to admit that. So if you would come out and just say it to my face, I would already be long over you. But NO. You are just silent you won't say anything. And when I make attmepts at trying to tak to you, what do I get? Nothing. Really if you don't want to see me or hear from me, just say so. I'm not upsest I will leave you alone, right away. See? So much easier for both you and me! So god just grow some balls and do it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1895014518586582758?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1895014518586582758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-how-hard-it-is-to-tell-someone-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1895014518586582758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1895014518586582758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-how-hard-it-is-to-tell-someone-that.html' title='&gt;: FU'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6022723796581025741</id><published>2009-11-11T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:19:55.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ling.gu.se/~sylvana/images/pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.ling.gu.se/~sylvana/images/pen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was confused. I really was. Maybe I was wrong, but it certainly felt right. I didn’t know what he wanted from me, or where we were going. So I did the only thing I could, I wrote him a letter. It was pretty straightforward. He didn’t answer. I guess he is giving me silence, which could only be interpreted as he is not interested anymore. That makes me sad. But I will be okay. I just need some time. He made me smile a lot, and he made my life more interesting. So I’m glad I met him. (:&lt;br /&gt;I think this whole experience has taught me something. For one, it taught me that I do have enough courage to actually write someone a somewhat conspicuous letter. I’m very shy, so I am proud I was able to do that. If you don’t know something it’s better to try and get some answers! Even if they are answers that you don’t like. Another thing I learned is how it feels to be rejected. I guess I have never been rejected before, so it made me kind of spoiled. I was always the one doing the rejecting, so this was a new experience. Such experiences truly do wonders to humble you. It makes you wiser, it teaches you to let go. Once I read this book, and there it said that always let go of those people that don’t want you easily. It is their loss. You will only have better things coming. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I talked to my friend Marina. I’m glad I got to hear her voice. I’ve been living and interacting with males for quite a while, and having someone to talk to who is a woman is great.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to hang out with one of my friends Hempreet. She is getting married Decembers 9th. It’s kind of exiting, but also kind of scary. I mean she will marry a guy who she never met in person, and have to live her whole live with him. I hope it will work out for her. Anyways we didn’t even do anything awfully exiting, but we had a good talk. I laughed a lot. Haven’t laughed so much for a long time. It’s good to be around a friend once in a while. I’m kind of happy.&lt;br /&gt;Also I’m planning to hang out with Adrie this Saturday. Don’t know how that will work out, since she is kind of connected to him. But I hope it will be okay. I do need more female friends.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it’s my daddies birthday tomorrow. Hopefully I can find him a gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6022723796581025741?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6022723796581025741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-or-not-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6022723796581025741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6022723796581025741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be?'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8023699370319478857</id><published>2009-11-04T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:39:03.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished.</title><content type='html'>It’s there, I can feel it. I’ve always have. It didn’t come rising of out of the ashes, because of one false move. No. It has been here patiently waiting even before I met you. Before I met anyone else for that matter. I don’t know when it formed. When it seized my mind, conquered my thoughts. But it did. It sits there in the back of my mind tiny and tangible now, but it knows its glory will come. Soon, very soon now.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it gaining power, making me question your every move. From the first time I saw you, it was there watching, seeking out, and memorizing false moves, or those that can be questionable. Every smile, every look I gave you, wasn’t full hearted. A small part of me was always in its control. Every step I took closer to you it grew little bigger, just a bit stronger. But it was hiding, concealing itself, making sure not to make its move too quickly.  It’s a plan it is simple but it works every time, I can’t beat it. I can’t control it. There is nothing I can possibly do to stop it from overcoming me.&lt;br /&gt;All it needs is a reason. And unknowingly you have given to many. No, you didn’t do anything wrong per say. You didn’t stab me in the back, you didn’t knowingly ignore me. But you didn’t do the things I expected you to, you stayed far enough for me to be able to question you. And now it is too late. Too late to salvage anything anyway. Because by now it has spread, and is affecting my every thought about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8023699370319478857?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8023699370319478857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/unfinished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8023699370319478857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8023699370319478857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/unfinished.html' title='Unfinished.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-7687258795619487361</id><published>2009-11-02T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:38:02.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msp212.photobucket.com/albums/cc141/andee_sur_13/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://msp212.photobucket.com/albums/cc141/andee_sur_13/halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me start out by saying this: The whole week freaking sucked from Monday till Friday. I didn’t really do anything at all. I think this shall turn out into a rant post for the first part anyway. Well BR really didn’t call me or hung out with me at all. So of course I was going a little nuts, because I thought this was the end pretty much. But maybe I was wrong. And well maybe I am just slightly pessimistic towards man in general. So I am glad that sometimes I am wrong about them. I was pretty upset though, cause I imagined sitting at home with no one taking me out, and well having to tolerate T all the time. I figure I really don’t like him. He does get on my nerves a lot. He got mad at me cause I was texting while he was teaching me something about my car. I guess that could be understandable a little bit. But then he gets mad at my four year old sister for screaming at him. I mean common T she is a CHILD! That’s what children do. He gets mad at the littlest things. He drives like a crazy maniac. I am seriously scared of being in the car with him. I just try to pretend it’s ok.&lt;br /&gt;One Monday the 26th I got my Halloween costume. I have to say it was really cute. It is called “Scottish Lassie”, yeah weird name. But it is quite adorable and well really short. If I bend even slightly you can see my butt. And I had cute white stockings with lovely red bows. It was sexy. I loved it. I bought it. When T saw me in it…well let’s just say he thought I looked hot. Also because he is an ass he said he would pay me if I danced in that thing. Like that ever going to happen, I rolled my eyes in my head for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went to volunteer. Nothing eventful happened here really.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I was learning to park my car in reverse. And got kind of moody cause BR cancelled our movies, to hang out with his friend B.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to the park with my sister. Then visited one of our friends who had some children over, and I wanted my sister to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Saturday the 31st)&lt;br /&gt;BR told me he’d pick me up at around 10 or so. So I got ready, curled my hair. No I didn’t put any make up on. Well because one I don’t own any make up, and two even if I had make up, I wouldn’t know how to use it. Then they called me and told me to come out. I walked out to the car, and was really confused for like 10 seconds because my front seat was taken up by M, and BR was wearing a really weird costume. At first I thought he dressed up as a caveman or something. Turns out it was ghillie suit, the ones snipers wear. Yeah it just looked like a big grassy thing. It was quite funny looking really. I was hoping his ex wasn’t going to be at the party, and my lucky stars, she wasn’t there. The party was at B’s. It was already crowded once we got there. BR decided to prank people and lied on the grass, and seriously you could barely make him out, he blended in so well. Then we went inside. Addie was there so I took a shot of rum with her. That stuff wasn’t all that bad. Better than the Captain Morgan crap we had last time. And it really warmed me up, because I was really freezing in my sexy costume. It was really cool, because most of the people there were actually dressed up. Then we went to play beer pong. This time when me and BR played we actually won, but I wasn’t really paying attention to the game because I wanted to dance. I don’t think I even made one shot in. Lol. Sometime later we went over to B’s room. And I sat down with Addie, and we drank Vodka from the bottle. I have to say it was my first time doing it, and it didn’t taste all that bad. I guess I’m kind of a lightweight because I got kind of drunk after that. Well not really as drunk as I was acting, but it was fun to pretend to be really out there at the moment. Me and Addie were carousing through the place acting really dumb. We even danced a little…well not really a little. My feet actually still hurt, not my feet I meant my quads. Then we started to act really lesbo lol. But we didn’t do anything lesbo though, we just acted like it. We were also trying to get B and M to make out. That would have been quite hilarious. After a while. BR got me and M, and we went to his house. He made M sleep on the couch in the living room. Of course he took me to his bed. Anyhow I won’t go into details here. But I did wake up in the morning topless.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we went over to M’s and had some grilled cheese sandwiches. Then played video games. I suck at video games, but if we frequent the place often enough, I might actually get good. Then I really wanted some chips and dip. So we had a little picnic in the park eating chips and dip. It was sunny and kind of nice, some people that were at the party with us the night before spotted us and came over to say hi. The we went to his place, and sat down for a family dinner. It’s a rare occasion in their family, so it was kind of cool we got to be there. Than we watched Vertical Limit. And then he took me home. It was a nice night, and day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-7687258795619487361?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7687258795619487361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7687258795619487361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/7687258795619487361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-6931940152969954428</id><published>2009-10-24T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:06:45.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rpgbomb.com/file/pic/groups/gallery/199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://rpgbomb.com/file/pic/groups/gallery/199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And once again I haven’t written here in quite a long time. I’m afraid I pretty much forgotten half the stuff that happened , and I wanted to write about. So I will try to recall it, but I doubt I can remember even half of it. Yes, it’s true I do have a horrible memory.&lt;br /&gt;So October 3rd I think was a Saturday. On that fateful day BR invited me to his grandpa’s birthday party. Basically we went to a restaurant where a bunch of Russians congregated, and ate food. I did look quite cute as I recall, I had my girly Japanese dress on, and high hill boots. It was kind of awkward, because I all the Russians of course assumed that I was BR’s girlfriend. And well they stared at me, which made me feel uncomfortable because it’s not like me and BR talked about us being “together” or anything like that. So we got to his house about 1am or so…and then we watched some movie about Logan person from x-men I think. Then I, his cousin and him, all jumped into his bed and I watched TV, because I didn’t have anything better to do. He took me home about 7 or so. Yeah. That’s pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went out with his friends D and M to eat thai food in U-district. It was really freaking spicy. So I didn’t really like it all that much. Then I think we went to the gym, and swam together. That was kind of nice I guess.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we went to my favorite Italian restaurant and ate some nice food. We might have watched transformers when we got back home, I’m not sure if it was this day or not, but it did happen at some time.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (October 10) it was his best friends B’s birthday. So we went to his party. I saw his exgf, I have to say she is quite cute. Looks a little mean, but if I was guy I’d probably think she was fine. It was very very very awkward. Because when his buddy Ben asked us we were ‘official’ , there was a long silence…and then BR was like ‘no’. Yeah, I don’t know if I like that, or care for that matter. We lost at beer pong too. So yeah, it kind of sucked. We went back to his house and watched tv. Got home at 7am again. Oh and T. came to our house, he is living with us now, I don’t think I can stand him much. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I went rock climbing with T. and dad. I loved it. With some power from starbucks coffee and pastries, I found some energy to climb up that wall of rock. Do it again, anytime. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I think Tuesday, October 13 we went to see movie “Zombieland”, it was kind of funny, and really gross. Then went back to his house, his cousin and friend were there. So we ended up playing beer pong. We lost again. Maybe this was Thursday, now I’m not sure. If I remember, I’ll correct this. Oh and I think we baked brownies. Mmm they were tasty. Oh and some other day can’t really remember when we went to this cool restaurant 13 coins. And ate some good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then I on Saturday, I wanted to hang out with him. So he promised to call at 11:30 or so…and he never did. Texted me at about 12:30. I was kind of pissed. So he decided to make it up by taking me to breakfast. Next morning (Sunday, October 18) he brought me pretty orange flowers, and we were off to breakfast. We didn’t know where to go, so we opted for a local diner. It was okay, I was being a fatty and ordered a turkey croissant with fries and orange juicy. It was a nice breakfast. It was really sunny outside so we wanted to go somewhere where we would be out in the sun. Ended up going to a golfing range with his buddies M. and E. It was pretty cool, at first I didn’t get how to hit the ball, but after a few tries I got the hang of it. I always thought golf was freaking boring. Turns out it’s not all that bad. I enjoyed it. Ate some sushi at Sushi land. Then we went to M.’s house where I tried playing video games. That was funny because well, I absolutely suck at them. Then went to B.’s house and watched “I’m legend”, I think it was a pretty meh movie personally. Then we met up with his cousin and watched “Black Dynamite” , it was hilarious. It really was. Then BR took me home, and got a good night kiss. I think I was quite excited by that, should have seen the smile on my face. It could probably save the world from darkness. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday October 20 we played basketball, and well quite frankly I can’t remember what else we did.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 21st I sprained my ankle, and BR picked me up from the hospital, and we ended up having some Indian food.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 22nd, It was movie night. We watched some freaky weird movie on Syfy. Then ate at Outback Steak House. Then watched a premier of Cirque de Freak. It wasn’t all that good I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;Today which is Saturday I didn’t do anything important at all. Just went to the store to look for Halloween costumes, and well they were all really expansive, and too skimpy. So I didn’t buy any.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah life in a short story for ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-6931940152969954428?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6931940152969954428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6931940152969954428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/6931940152969954428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching up.'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-1573207305906406892</id><published>2009-10-10T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:07:20.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.unswphotoclub.org/files/images/tears_of_nature.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.unswphotoclub.org/files/images/tears_of_nature.preview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have quite a few things to write, but right now I just don't feel like it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually I feel like stealing a car, taking a ride somewhere out into the wilderness, and well&lt;br /&gt;climb up to the highest hill. Sit there looking at my surroundings. Recall all the sad and happy things in life. Then have tears stream down my face...and cry, cry, cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I really want to state the reasoning behind this. Only that well, I just feel lost, i'm not sure what the future holds, and I feel stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I am in my house, and can't run away to a lonely hill where I could let the tears free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-1573207305906406892?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1573207305906406892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1573207305906406892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/1573207305906406892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/blah.html' title='Blah..'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8661395342923441246</id><published>2009-10-02T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:41:31.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A princess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs21/i/2007/233/6/d/amaranth_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs21/i/2007/233/6/d/amaranth_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So once again my laziness made me forget about this blog. Thanks to a certain CB member Serendipity I remembered it exists. Lol. Therefore, I shall take my time and relay the events of the past weeks which I had neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday September 26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well in the morning I got a text from BR where he was apologizing for not calling me about that party. Turns out only two people were there, so he went home and fell asleep. I was then doing some household chores and helping mom out with her physics, when he called me again inviting me to his sister’s birthday. I don’t really know her well, so I was all freaking out as too what should I get her, considering I only had two hours to get ready. In the end I just bought a bouquet of flowers. He lives about 10 min away from my house. So when I was good and ready, I took the flowers and headed there. On the way two European guys in a car slowed down and started talking to me. They basically said I looked like a princess, which pretty much made me really happy. I wore my pretty black dress and a pair of black wedges to go with it, and curled my hair. I don’t even know how to put on make up, actually I don’t even own any. So I guess all the credit goes to my natural loveliness. Lol. So when I got there everyone was in the pool room, playing pool. I watched, and then I played. I lost completely, because I got the 8 ball in beforehand. I really am miserable at pool. Then we had a really delicious dinner. Then the adults made me embarrassingly dance with BR. I’m certain I turned red as a tomato. Then we played some more pool, and later left to BR cousin’s house. Didn’t much there listen to music and drank beer. I dislike beer. I think it tastes pretty bad. Then I and BR had a great idea to go swim in the pool at night…so I put on someone’s gigantic shorts and someone’s supersized tee, and we head out. Turns out the pool was locked from both sides and I couldn’t climb on there because the fence was too high for me to jump from. So we went back started watching some weirdo movie, and then decided to go home. He already walked me right up to my door, when I decided that I didn’t really want to go home. Mind the time was 1am or so. Hence, we went back to his house and watched a movie till 4. Then I went home, and forgot to give him back his jacket. I had to sleep on the couch cause it was already way too late at night to find my bed. Yep that’s Saturday for ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday September 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As far as I know, I was cleaning the house all day. Most likely I was on CB, and chatting with people on msn. Also dropped of BR’s jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday September 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – nothing at all worth mentioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tuesday September 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday I made plans to meet with one of CB members Sweetpea. I picked up my sister from pre-school and took the light rail out to downtown. While waiting for Sweetpea, I realized that because I was in the light rail tunnel the phone isn’t working, and I had no idea how will I find her. Good thing when we were chatting Monday she said she would bring a big umbrella incase it rains. The second I saw a woman carrying a gigantic umbrella, I knew it was here. We went up to pike market (a famous place in Seattle, pretty much a bazaar with lots of thing they are selling and all), there is a little Russian shop there that sells piroshky. They are these delicious Russian pastries. Since I’m Russian I wanted her to try them. Then we took the train back together and chatted about life related things. It was kind of cool. I have never in my life before met a person from online. So I was a bit scared…in case Sweetpea wasn’t really sweet, but some scary dude. It all turned out really well in the end. So I’m glad I got to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening I had to go pay rent to the people we rent form. Anyways they are really nice church going people. I was sitting there while they were treating me with sweets and chatting up about life. It was nice talking to a different set of people once in a while. Then I had to go buy eggs for my mom. It was dark and really cold so I texted BR saying it was cold. But he didn’t reply so I was pathetically sad. Then in like two hours he did reply, and was asking whether I was doing anything Thursday. Of course I didn’t have any plans. He replied “well now you do ;)”, made me happy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wednesday September 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go volunteer at a hospital. I like my volunteering days. I really do enjoy the hospital atmosphere of everything moving around. New people coming, and going. I’m glad I will be in the medical field, even though I don’t know if I want to work in the hospital all my life. I do know that I will certainly enjoy it for a few years. It is something that doesn’t get boring, or monotonous. There always new patients, new complications, and plenty of others things that make life interesting. I volunteer in the surgery center. Serita the admission nurse is the one I talk with the most, I’m almost like her personal volunteer. Basically do all the patient charts, and packets, and well paperwork related things. She is ridiculously funny. We laugh so much. Yes I really do like being in the hospital environment. I love volunteering there.&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that I already wrote about the hospital in the blog before, oh well this only shows how much I like it. Yes, I did change my volunteering schedule form Tuesdays to Wednesdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thursday October 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was raining. So BR just took me to his house, and ordered some lasagna for us. We ate, then we went to pick out a movie. Didn’t find anything good at his house, so went back to mine and got “resident evil 2”, then went back to his house got cookies and milk and started watching. After that we had no idea what to do. So I showed him my old pictures from New York and my high school year. Later we watched an episode of house. Then went and played pool. I lost as always. Then it was pretty late and I was reading one of his books on his bed, while he was doing some stuff on the computer. That was pretty much it. Except for the fact that he told me that D. was bitching at him because he ditched him for our date. In my mind I was like ‘Date? What? Am I the only clueless person here?’. I’m really slow. I only had one weird relationship. So really I don’t understand how they work. Is he supposed to say officially that we are in a relationship or what? Man, I hate being confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friday October 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today L. texted me. I think he wanted to hang out, was asking something about a bathing suit. But he has no car, and I’m scared of walking in the dark, he is also kind of an asshole. So I lied that my mom isn’t letting me go, and stayed home. I think I did the right thing. I don’t feel bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;Had to clean the house a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Then BR texted me and invited me to his grandpas birthday tomorrow. Of course I agreed to go. I can’t say not to him, now can I? Oh man I just realized I still haven’t read the book I borrowed from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go to sleep now. Goodnight~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8661395342923441246?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8661395342923441246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-once-again-my-laziness-made-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8661395342923441246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8661395342923441246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-once-again-my-laziness-made-me.html' title='A princess!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-3730694487554808448</id><published>2009-09-25T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:56:58.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeGgLz-MZWY/SqIO5yh_-bI/AAAAAAAABz4/zkySCbAh-es/s320/wilted%2Bflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeGgLz-MZWY/SqIO5yh_-bI/AAAAAAAABz4/zkySCbAh-es/s320/wilted%2Bflower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you promise things when you don't intend to keep them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both sides whould feel better if you wouldn't say things you are not going to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally try to keep my promises, it's true that sometimes I fail. If I know about it ahead of time, I would definetly let the other person know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why did I bring this up? Because BR told me he was going to call me later tonight, and we might go to a party. Did he? NO! So why did he even bring it up? I mean seriously if he didn't tell me about it, I wouldn't even know or care about it. However, now it seems as if he just totally forgot about me, which makes me kind of upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like shit right now because my life practically evolves around one person. If he is up to it and wants to, we go places. And well if he doesn't, I'm stuck at my house. FML!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need some other friends or something, before I rot to death in this hole!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-3730694487554808448?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3730694487554808448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/promises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3730694487554808448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/3730694487554808448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/promises.html' title='Promises!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeGgLz-MZWY/SqIO5yh_-bI/AAAAAAAABz4/zkySCbAh-es/s72-c/wilted%2Bflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-4736260896053337481</id><published>2009-09-23T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:13:08.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.motifake.com/demotivational-poster/0903/double-facepalm-demotivational-poster-1238022040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.motifake.com/demotivational-poster/0903/double-facepalm-demotivational-poster-1238022040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lied. It was wrong. But I really wanted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall I didn't want to walk home in the dark, or catch a buss. I wanted someone to drive me, plus I just wanted to see him. So in my mind lying was justified...plus if I think about it really hard, I didn't really lie. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he might have some negatives thoughts about yesterday, afterall I made him spend two hours doing nothing. Not like I was awfully entertaining either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied. It was wrong. But I couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I dislike L very much right now. But I don't blame him, when I i'm around him I'm an asshole and a liar. So it justifies for him to be an ass. Plus I just shouldn't have hang out with him in the first place obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm way over on my text messaging limit, which means I'm going to pay a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a screwover I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't help but love me. Oh man am I f'd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-4736260896053337481?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4736260896053337481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4736260896053337481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/4736260896053337481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/liar.html' title='Liar!'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275564426773562917.post-8589017707609166959</id><published>2009-09-20T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:04:26.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane days have come agian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.uc.edu/food/images/maki_sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.uc.edu/food/images/maki_sushi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well let me see for the past week starting with last Sunday nothing really exiting happened. Really it was just everyday little tasks and a couple of conventional outings. However, since I made this darn blog in order to voice out all of my daily dealings, I’m going to go ahead and recall this past week, and everything that I did during (well not everything, just the things I can remember). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sunday September 13, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember that day I desperately wanted to visit the church. I have no idea why! I’m a Christian by faith, but I usually feel really uncomfortable around church people…or well being in the church itself. So I very rarely go there. Apparently this was one of those days when I had the urge to get there. Sadly the first service begins at 9, and since I still didn’t get my license, in order for me to get there on time I would need to wake up at 7. This is practically impossible considering I go to sleep like at 3am. So I didn’t go. Then around 3pm or so, I remembered that the church has another service at 5pm. So I was all eager to go again. I put on my girly black dress, found some shoes, did my hair…And then I really wanted to text BR because the bastard hasn’t talked to me in like a week! Of course I texted, and the next thing I know, I already didn’t feel like going to church at all. Instead I went to downtown with BR and his friend Ben to pick up Ben’s girlfriend. While at it we browsed through some cute shops, and shared a few laughs. Then we got back to town, dropped Ben’s girlfriend of and went to Ben’s house to eat some corndogs. Turns out I don’t like corndogs! Truthfully they taste disgusting. Never will I eat one again! Ben’s house is pretty nice, he rents it out with 3 other guys and they pay $500 per person. Not bad I would say. There is a trampoline outside (which I tried jumping on in my dress, what a dumb idea), a seesaw (on which me and BR tried to ride like to five year old children lol), and a couple of monkey bars with a swing. Then BR took me home, and well that’s how my Sunday went pretty much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tuesday September 15, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this lovely day I had to go volunteer. I volunteer every Tuesday at a medical hospital in surgery department. Basically all I do is gossip with the admission nurse all day long, while doing patient paperwork and occasionally wheeling out patients on their wheelchairs. I love this place, it really suits a lazy butt like me. We laugh an awful lot because I and Serita (admission nurse) like to joke around and make fun of each other. Can you believe this she told me she would like to be in a mental facility with all the crazy people? I was laughing so hard almost fell of a chair. Then I went home and started getting ready to go out and eat sushi with BR. He took me to sushi land, this really cool kind of sushi place. The sushi rotate on a big rotating belt through the entire restaurant, and you just pick out the plate that has the kind that you want. I even tried oysters, they were disgusting. Just the way they look scares me, I have no idea why I decide to try them any way. Also I tried red bean ice cream. I seriously never knew they could make sweet ice cream from beans, but apparently they can! It was pretty good to. Then we left to the marina, and walked on those docks that go out into the sea where the fisherman fish. There were quite a few of them there. Also this drunk girl came up to us and started pestering us with questions and all. Before leaving she and this drunk friend of hers were like “We are so sorry for annoying you two, you are probably on a date and all. Actually you look like you guys are about to go bang, do you need any condoms or anything?” LOL, I felt so freaking awkward standing next to BR while they were saying that…&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt like I wanted to play some basketball. I know at night, I am weird, I have these urges. So we went, and I won the game. Most of the time we couldn’t even see where the ball was going because it was so dark. It was loads of fun though. Then BR took me home, literally waked me up to my door and gave me my goodbye hug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friday September 18, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a beautiful sunny day. It was warm, the nature was screaming my name. It was screaming to me to go play some tennis. Since I’m such a horrible friendless person, I texted BR and asked him to come play with me. I wore my cute sports skirt took out my tennis racket and left to play some tennis! Turns out we both haven’t played for quite a while. We sucked horribly, good thing no one was around on the tennis court to see us doing so badly. Finally my arm started hurting and we basically got tired and went out to get a drink. Then we played two games of pool at his house. Nothing else is worth mentioning here probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saturday September 19, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and it was lovely and sunny. I was being lazy around the house all day, until at 4pm my mom made me take my sister to the park. We went to the park and tried to play some baby soccer. Then I got a text form BR asking if I wanted to hang out. Are you kidding me? Of course I wanted to hang out. He was going to get out of work at 6. So I had plenty of time to chill around the house some more. Then he was asking me what were we going to do…how am I supposed to know? So he was all like did you see a 3D movie before. I haven’t. So we decided to go watch “Cloud with a chance of meatballs” That kiddie movie was ridiculously funny and kind of gross at the same time. I did laugh quite a bit though, so I guess he didn’t waste his money for nothing. After the movie we went to his house and made some croissants to eat, cause we were hungry after watching all that food fall down from the sky. While they were cooking I played around with his sword (now don’t think anything naughty here). He has a real sword in his room, made of steel or whatever. Then he showed me the famed WoW game, yeah I don’t get how people are addicted to that thing. I didn’t find it all that exiting looking. Later ate the croissants and talked to his mom and sister about how his sister screwed up making a cake. Finished the day of by playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go recap of most memorable every day moment. I bet it is going to get even more mundane from now on. Because today I did absolutely nothing noteworthy. Oh well better days might come.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;Deso~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6275564426773562917-8589017707609166959?l=prozeoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8589017707609166959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/mundane-days-have-come-agian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8589017707609166959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6275564426773562917/posts/default/8589017707609166959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozeoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/mundane-days-have-come-agian.html' title='Mundane days have come agian...'/><author><name>Evgeniya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06417595056733834758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_bLWCIkquE/S66s6ZVlyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3nXQPHgPPqM/S220/Picture+581.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
