<?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-7136743622125901404</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:17:11.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost your Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136743622125901404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostyourheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bibi lost her heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454649844571626636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31h2BsyaVI/AAAAAAAAADI/KCDYclbeuPI/S220/DSC06921.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136743622125901404.post-7626089117839445014</id><published>2010-02-18T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:43:30.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>✂------- cut them into pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31baHesG6I/AAAAAAAAABo/H9d4-gmrwCo/s1600-h/DSC06875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31baHesG6I/AAAAAAAAABo/H9d4-gmrwCo/s320/DSC06875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439604429175921570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the middle of mid-winter break;&lt;br /&gt;I hanged out with my sweet girl-friend (lol, not a RL GF), Yvonne. She is such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;klutz&lt;/span&gt;, but really adorable at times or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;annoying &lt;/span&gt;at the same time. I slept over her house&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; two days straight,&lt;/span&gt; it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night, we hanged out all night at the city- ate in St.Marks at &lt;a href="http://www.yakitoritaisho.com/main/"&gt;Oh! Taisho&lt;/a&gt; to celebrate Valentines Day; mainly because we didn't have boyfriends to spend it with...;; But I tried on my first contacts yesterday, which were GEO nudy purple-- I really like it! (I'm on the right in the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, we went to the infamous Staten Island Mall- and I had the worst Mall experience ever! Everyone looked the same, same hairstyle, clothes and language--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so weird&lt;/span&gt;. Her father came to pick us up, and that was a hilarious event! She ended up yelling at him for the tiniest thing, but I understand- I mean I do that with my own father as well. That night we had a big dinner, after that we watched Underworld II and III downstairs, namely because we couldn't find the first one... and that I wanted to watch some violent and horror genre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31dC6mc3pI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5Qg9v9qml1U/s1600-h/DSC06967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31dC6mc3pI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5Qg9v9qml1U/s320/DSC06967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439606229605080722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me; Left : Yvonne; Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't cut my hair, btw. A picture we took before we left her house on the third day. We came out looking 5 years younger, so that would make us about tweleve? haha--  We went to &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/happy-time-cafe-new-york"&gt;Happy Time Cafe&lt;/a&gt; in Chinatown. We got the rice noodle and Taro soup- honestly, I didn't like it- it was too sweet for me- so Yvonne finished it all. I feel like such a man next to her--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31eqZgbhSI/AAAAAAAAACA/SEui3KALPJI/s1600-h/DSC06838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31eqZgbhSI/AAAAAAAAACA/SEui3KALPJI/s320/DSC06838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439608007427851554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I left her house, she packed me with Chinese New Year crackers that her Aunt made- They are really good- I forgot the name of it, but on the left is a deep fried cracker made from a fruit- it takes a lot like Waffles. The right is a Shrimp chips- all made with love and scratch! Her aunt has some talents! Yvonne is going to learn how to make them soon- just for me~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31fjkFoOOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aB49UYRcbEU/s1600-h/DSC06749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31fjkFoOOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aB49UYRcbEU/s320/DSC06749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439608989520771298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also! I've saw the cutest showcase in the world at Soho! It's from BEBE- wouldn't have guessed but the display was very cute and lovely- which also reminded me that I was Valentine-less this year.&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/7136743622125901404-7626089117839445014?l=lostyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7626089117839445014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lostyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/cut-them-into-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136743622125901404/posts/default/7626089117839445014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136743622125901404/posts/default/7626089117839445014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/cut-them-into-pieces.html' title='✂------- cut them into pieces.'/><author><name>bibi lost her heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454649844571626636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31h2BsyaVI/AAAAAAAAADI/KCDYclbeuPI/S220/DSC06921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJf1jPFhZ-s/S31baHesG6I/AAAAAAAAABo/H9d4-gmrwCo/s72-c/DSC06875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
