<?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-4143364</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:27:17.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of A Drama Queen</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi,
Welcome to Tiffany's live journal. Without it as an emotional outlet, my head would explode due to overflowing thoughts. &lt;br&gt;
Name:Tiffany Vu &lt;br&gt;
Age:22
Profession:Business Manager/future CPA 
Hobbies:shopping, watching movies, club hopping 
Lifelong goal:to become a sophisticated investor and have my own pool boy wink ;)
Loves: CLOTHES &amp; HANDBAGS
Hates: Alcohol (seriously. I do)
Quote: "I'm not a prostitute but I can give you what you want" Missy Elliot</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106875557645011905</id><published>2003-11-13T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:33:24.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MOVING TO XANGA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear devoted readers as well as stalkers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to inform you that my daily ramblings has moved to www.xanga.com/angeltales  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last entry for this blog.  Please join me and my ramblings to a better location.  It will only get GOOD-ER!!! =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to expect at www.xanga.com/angeltales  : &lt;br /&gt;* LOTS of pictures to support my ramblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* INTERACTION b/w me and the readers via e*props, comments, guestbook =) Please make use of these wonderful features&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A LOT MORE FUN-FILLED, DRAMA-FILLED ADVENTURES AHEAD!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who's been an avid reader of this blog.  I hope you will continue wasting your precious time at www.xanga.com/angeltales &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh...it only gets GOOD-ER right?&lt;br /&gt;&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/4143364-106875557645011905?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106875557645011905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106875557645011905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875557645011905' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106850123938491439</id><published>2003-11-10T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:10:45.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY WEEKEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected I entered the weekend with a  "party hard" mentality.  I thought I worked really hard on the weekdays so I was really prepared to live it up on the w/e. =)  Went to a friend's bday party. Good food. Good times.  I've never eaten so much bday cake in my life. Then all of us decided to go "Korean clubbing" after dinner.  And this is when the FUN really begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met up w/ a bunch of people at Vegas (no, not Barstow Vegas LOL) in K-town.  Note to self: Unless you're a host never arrive at a party too early.  It was kinda laid back at first cuz people were still taking their sweet time arriving. Dammit we got there too early so naturally we started the alcohol flow.  I took like...2 shots...but I was buzzed most of the night.  I wasn't planning on getting ass drunk like last Saturday cuz frankly it gets embarrassing when i am drunk.  Being a lil' buzzed was good cuz I was looking forward to dancing.  More people arrived a little after we started our alcohol consumption. By this time, the bday girl (u know who u r) was butt drunk...to the point that she started molesting me LOL.  Damn good thing I had my Baby Boy next to me otherwise I would've been raped by her LOL.  It was fun getting all drunk and stupid though.  I mean...only when you 're drunk can you have an excuse to act stupid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course the alcohol was flowing heavily as more people arrived.  I didn't expect to see that many people but yea...quite a few.   Oh yea...of course the dancing was BOOTY SHAKING DELICIOUS LOL.  After all these years club-hopping I think I finally found my freaky hoochie as a dancing partner LOL. This chick got moves I only thought were possible for a veteran club-goer i.e. ME LOL j/k   she's this innocent natural beauty but she gets FREAKY on the dance floor.  She's pretty though...not like superficial hot but naturally pretty.  So yea...as soon as i saw her dance...i was like....DAY-AM!!! BBB-RING IT ON!!!!!!!!! LOL....and bring it on and OUT she did LOL...&lt;br /&gt;And chick wasn't even drunk!!! LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course people were  GASPING looking at us...and of course pervs were hovering around us....I was laughing my ass off when this one perv stopped me in the middle of freaking...i mean...dancing ..and asked me for my name and #.  I was like 'oh no you didn't just stop me for that' LOL...i told dude that i'm too drunk to remember my name...let alone my #.  So you may be thinking...where's my man all this time? Well he was just sittin' back letting me have my FUN.  I just love partying w/ girls who know how to party. LOL.  All in all...it was CRAZY FUN until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part II&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie....so my bf insisted that I drive back to LA w/ him when my car was at my friend's house.  And he had to come into work at 4am!!!! He told me that he can't sleep one night without me in his arms.  So he suggested that we sleep in the car and when 4am comes I'd just take the car back to my apt.  It was my first time ever sleeping in a car.  I have very low tolerance for pain and uncomfort...so i didn't think it was such a good sleep we had.  But my Baby Boy said  that it felt so good having me in his arms in the car last night.  Yes, he's such a sweetheart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....so after dropping him off at work...i drove the car back to my apt....it was about 4am....i was super tired having slept for only 1 and 1/2 hours.  The alcohol also made me exhausted.  So I was just cruising on Santa Monica Blvd. I didn't see any car around yet I told myself NOT to speed or drive recklessly.  All of a sudden, lo and behold, i heard siren in the back. I was like "Shit!" So of course I pulled over.  And the rest MADE HISTORY.  I can't really go into details b/c it was just really really really bad.  It wasn't just me getting pulled over...I got a lot of other people involved and into trouble.  It could've been just a pull over.  I should've just signed for the damn ticket.  But did i do that? Noooooo!!! cuz i thought i got my back covered.  WEll, I was supposed to!!!!!  I know it sounds confusing but i'm still so guilt-ridden that I think i feel like a terrible terrible person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I did nothing wrong although I've incurred trouble to a lot of people and especially to my bf.  But I did nothing wrong.  Well, besides learning to be a more responsible driver, I also learned that true love does exist and that on this earth there is such thing as a devoted, selfless, supportive bf who would do anything to protect his gf.  &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/4143364-106850123938491439?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106850123938491439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106850123938491439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106850123938491439' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106824109344019712</id><published>2003-11-07T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:38:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week went by especially fast since I didn't come to work on Monday.  Regardless it was a busy week.  Man, year end is approaching.  I'm sort of dreading it b/c that only means I will have to start coming into work on Saturdays in a few weeks to take care of year end stuff.  Life was a lot simpler when I wasn't an account manager.  Don't get me wrong.  I enjoy the extra responsibilities and authority that come w/ my title.  Yet, the nature of it can be a little intimidating and overwhelming at times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....what's in store this w/e....besides attending a birthday party of a friend I have a few business related matters to take care of.  I am working on a project (do I ever NOT have an ongoing project!) that will require a lot of brain cells in addition to luck and timing.  I don't know.  I'm in a lot of doubt. Kind of nervous.  But it's a good kind of nervous.  I can't explain "the feeling" when you want something so bad you can almost taste it.   Is my goal of making my first mil by the age of 30 a little too ambitious?  Regardless, it is a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm weird at times.  I just realize that instead of enjoying what I currently have I will never be satisfied. I don't know.  Being a Libra means always making sure that you're on top of your game no matter what.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough philosophical and astrological bullshit.  &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/4143364-106824109344019712?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106824109344019712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106824109344019712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824109344019712' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106816713293228525</id><published>2003-11-06T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T17:05:52.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; EX-ES = EXCESSES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) The other day J. and I had a moment of reflection on our ex-holes aka asshole exes.  She said that at this point she's over the relationship, but not the exhole.  Then I told her that a recent reappearance of some ex-es of mine made me wonder: Do we ever get over our ex-es? Especially the ones who left stains in our lives.  I don't know.  But for sure, being the exholes that they are, they can't be forgotten that easily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, (ok...this is going to sound soooo cheesy, but this is genuinely coming from my heart) I am GRATEFUL for being able to go through the shit I went through last year with regards to my previous relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays a lot of times I have to pinch myself just to prove that I'm not dreaming b/c sometimes life is just really good.  I'm blessed with a MAN who has EVERYTHING I had wanted in the past but did not get.  And I got a BEAUTIFUL ring to prove it!!!!! =) heheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok...calm down now...before y'all start dialing my # ( u know who u r hehe) it's only a promise ring.  I'm too young, too ambitious, too bootilicious to settle down. But I love my Baby Boy! =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106816713293228525?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106816713293228525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106816713293228525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106816713293228525' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106792307932160408</id><published>2003-11-03T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T14:39:00.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ONE CRAZY DRUNKEN NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being drunk &lt;em&gt;responsibly &lt;/em&gt;can be kinhda FUN.  I realized last Saturday as I got my ass wasted like never before.  It was one hell of a Halloween Party.  I guess I have to keep it a tradition to PARTY every Halloween.  Well, as I said a few entries ago, dude friend S. went as the infamous Hugh Hefner and I went as an infamous Playboy Playmate LOL...I guess I must have done a great job cuz I got a lot of compliments on my (pushed up) BOOBS, Victoria's Secret lingerie and fluffy bunny ears LOL =) Can't wait to see the pix!!!  There was this creepy guy at the party who called himself an agent and who followed me around the entire night and approached me every time he found me without company.  He shoved his biz card at me saying that he would really really like to work with me and that I should consider giving him a call if I want to attend Hollywood events. OH PUH-LEASE!!!  V. was dressed as a badass biker...with his leather jacket and hat...but he came off as my tough security guard....so his role for the night seemed perfect to fend off dirty pervs....&lt;br /&gt;so yea....lotsa booze and lotsa hard core dirty dancing...i dunno...i guess those hours i spent practicing on the stripper pole really helped after all LOL.  I don't remember much of what happened...But I know it was a damn HOT night LOL.  Woo-hoo!!!! I finally got drunk.  Fell on the ground a coupla times but most of the time V. was carrying me.  I didn't know that when you're drunk you can't stand straight...and when you try standing straight or walking you'd end up collapsing and then laughing your ass off...hmm....fun eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea...good time good time...and to top it off...i just had to have the BESTEST bf/best friend  in the whole world.  I love you BIG Daddy...uh...i meant BIG Baby!! LOL...There's no one on this universal who can replace you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i think the "gay" revolution is happening.  I just feel  very COMFORTABLE being around girls and doing naughty (not dirty)  things when we party.  I dunno...it's just so much fun getting all up on them...there was this hot chick at the party who slapped my ass everytime she passed by me...oh and when we danced we....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....to be continued.... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106792307932160408?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106792307932160408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106792307932160408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106792307932160408' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106763558281407367</id><published>2003-10-31T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T13:38:57.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all got costumes?!?  Funny, but I'm picking up my costume tonite for tomorrow night's after Halloween party =) Dude friend S. and I went to Aahhs shopping for costumes last night. Boy was it crowded!!! I was literally trapped in the aisles.  Being claustrophobic that I am I almost fainted a few times.  S. and I have been invited to this awesome costume party tomorrow nite. We've been wrecking our brains out trying to come up w/ something orginal. So finally dude and I thought of going as Hugh Helfer (dude) and Playboy Bunnie (me!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I talked to V. about going w/ me and he suggested that we go as a sexy female cop (me!!) dragging around a prisoner (him!!!). Hmmm....so dilemma up the mamas. I thought the Playboy Bunnie is hilarious and easy to pull together.  I've already found a pair of fluffy bunny ears at Aahhs. All I need is some trashy, yet sexy lingerie...and that's easy cuz I can always dig sum' out of my closet HAHAH LOL =)  I live for dirty lingerie!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, S. bought his Hugh Hefner robe last night. I almost peed laughing looking at it cuz it's sooooooo HUGH HEFNER!!! It's this red silky robe which comes with a CIGAR PIPE!!!!! How cool is that!?!?  I told dude that all he needs are some HOT LOOKING bunnies to complete the get-up.  Ahhhhhhh I can't wait!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;I'm never a fan of Halloween until last year when i went to TWO Halloween parties and had the MOST fun!! I was a (sexy) red she-devil last year...yup, red short short dress and battery operated flashing red horns LOL it was so much fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&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/4143364-106763558281407367?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106763558281407367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106763558281407367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106763558281407367' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106763610578562849</id><published>2003-10-30T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T13:38:11.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY BABY BOY =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Baby Boy surprised me with 30 beautiful white roses tonight. I loooove white roses!!! =) I totally thought I wasn't gonna get any more flowers from him since I got over 70 roses for my Bday last month. Well, because of the candle incident at work (see entry below) Baby Boy thought he could cheer me up with the roses...and Thai food for dinner.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably the most spoiled girlfriend in the whole world.  I can "almost" get whatever I need or want...All I need to do is pick up my cell and say "hunnie...i want...." and I'll get =)  &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/4143364-106763610578562849?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106763610578562849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106763610578562849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106763610578562849' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106747394211213873</id><published>2003-10-29T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T16:44:58.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOT THE VERY BEST DAY IN THE OFFICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so I'm always running late in the morning...But this morning...I was REALLY late. I wasn't worried about getting reprimanded by my boss...cuz he's cool like that.  I was more worried about missing client calls.  One time I came in late, got a call from a client wanting to meet w/ me to go over a few things.  You have no idea what it's like to put everything together and look "cool" under pressure.  Anyway, as my eyes landed on the answering machine I couldn't help but let out a very LOUD gasp as I looked at the shattered candle ball next to it.  My favorite, prettiest, most expensive candle was literally crushed.  Apparently it had been knocked off my desk while the janitor was trying to clean my office.  On my desk was a note filled with grammatical/spelling errors written by the Mexican janitor and it read as follow: "We are very sorry. &lt;strong&gt;Went &lt;/strong&gt;the cleaner was working in your office by accident she broke this &lt;strong&gt;candel&lt;/strong&gt;. For any problem please you can call &lt;strong&gt;to &lt;/strong&gt;the Company (310)***-****"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know whether to laugh at the grammar/spelling errors or cry looking at the broken candle.  One thing for sure I was PISSED and still am.  I honestly can't understand HOW she could have knocked the candle off my desk.  The thing that pisses me off is she had no business touching anything on my desk and in my office.  Her job is to come in afterhour to take out my trash bin and tidy up my office.  And NOT touch ANYTHING on my desk.  So I feel a little intruded.  URrggggggg i'm pissed dude.  Ok, so the candle cost a mere 20 bucks. But it was my favorite candle and a special one too.  The candle was surrounded by REAL dry apple, orange, and strawberry slices which were encased in candle gel.  Can't really explain it but it was a one of a kind candle.  Urrrrrhhhhhhggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so now i'm debating whether to call the building managers and tell them to reimburse me.  I really really really liked the candle.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106747394211213873?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106747394211213873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106747394211213873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747394211213873' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106729017576504412</id><published>2003-10-27T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T13:29:41.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KNOTT'S SCARY FARMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATED it!!!!!!!!!! I honestly don't understand how people get a kick out of going through a maze and getting scared shitless by costume clad creatures. Ok, so I am a scare-dy cat...but a logical one too.  Why waste $40 on classless entertainment? I'd rather use that money to go see a play.  Well, at least now I can claim I've been to Knott's Scary Farms and hated it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the weekend was great. The extra hour really helped! oh how i wish we could go back an hour every month.  Hmmm...He and I did a lot of things this past w/e.  Went to OC (yes, again) to eat viet food, get junk foods, went grocery shopping.  Went to church. Went over to His parents' house. Went over to my parents' house. I guess the most fun we had was on Sunday. Sunday was our reading day at Barnes&amp;Noble. We went to the one on 3rd St Promenade and spent 4 hours there cultivating our brains. Yea...I love hanging out at book stores w/ Him. It's so relaxing and fun. We'd read quietly and every once in a while He 'd find s/t interesting and pass it to me and have me read it.  We would've stayed much longer than 4 hours if it didn't get too cold towards the end.  I think that's one of the many simple luxuries we have together: READING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After B&amp;N, naturally we got hungry.  So we walked along 3rd St. to find a good restaurant. Eventually ended up at this crowded, yet pretty Italian place.  Got a table by the patio where we could eat and check out the scenery/people at the same time.  Good food, good conversation, nice weather, nice waitors. What else can we ask for!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we walked along the beach and it dawned on me that it's pretty cool that He and I can do this every day if we want to b/c I live literally 3 minutes from all these festive and beautiful surroundings. How I find myself being able to live here is another wonder. I love living where I live.  I feel very fortunate to have the life I have.  I can get both the city life and a quieter surburban life.  He and I can always drive back to the Valley for some peace and quiet at His beautiful house.  If we want to get rowdy and live the LA nightlife, we can always jet back to my place in trendy Santa Monica.  Regardless of where we want to go, it's Home for both of us.  There's always comfort, privacy, love at either place.  We can't complain.  =)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106729017576504412?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106729017576504412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106729017576504412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106729017576504412' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106701869118343846</id><published>2003-10-24T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T13:57:18.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CELEBRITY ENCOUNTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I (literally) bumped into today at the elevator??  The hunky, sexy Freddy Prinze, Jr. Hehe =)  I was running ( late as usual) towards the elevator with a latte in one hand and cell phone in the other.  Ding! the elevator signaled its arrival. Out came no other hunkie dunkie than Freddy.  Looking FOINE as always in his casual skater boy cargo and t-shirt at 9:10 in the morning.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...onto more important stuff...yay! it's friday!!! not sure what to do this w/e yet. Kinda want to go shake my tail feather at a club this w/e after listening to the new Britney joint. Damn, she's gettin' HOTTER every day.  Oh yea, went to Century City from some shopping last night. I fell so deeply in love with this Anne Klein watch. It was like love at first sight. As soon as I laid my eyes on it I ran excitedly towards it and said "hello darling"...He and the sales girl there cracked up laughing...I'VE GOTTA GET THAT WATCH.  Did I get it? Well, you'll find out when u see me i guess hehehe =) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...what else is new...oh yea i have a new roommate...and it's a HE. So far so good I guess.  I just think it's so much more simple dealing w/ a dude than a chick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently jammin' to Britney's "Me Against The Music"   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106701869118343846?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106701869118343846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106701869118343846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106701869118343846' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106693631664608090</id><published>2003-10-23T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T17:06:04.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM THOUGHTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh my watch is DEAD. I've had it for over a year now. I love this watch. It's one of those watches that pulls an outfit together. Its style subtly states chic and sexy.   How long are watches supposed to last anyway?? Maybe it's the battery. But whatever...I guess I can finally have an excuse to get that Gucci stainless steel with 24 diamonds and black dial watch I've always wanted.  Should I invest that much money in a watch? Practical? No. Stylish? Yes.  Lately there's been quite a lot of spending on luxury goods.  No more sugar daddies =( j/k  I am my own sugar momma. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, I can't believe I let this bother me but it kinda gives me an itch knowing that there's been shit written about me on someone's xanga. Wtf!  Urgh! whatever...can't expect everyone to like you.  Oddly, I feel somewhat flattered knowing that people actually dedicate their xanga entries for the purpose of shit talk...about me.  Especially when they don't even know me.  So whatever.  The more enemies I accumulate the greater I will become.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to luxury goods....I found myself spending my lunch hour at my desk looking for this one particular louis vuitton tote. I almost rear-ended a mercedes on the way to work today b/c i was distracted by this one chick's lv bag.  It's just perfect.  So I'm desperately searching for it.  Ayyy....&lt;br /&gt;&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/4143364-106693631664608090?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106693631664608090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106693631664608090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693631664608090' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106686852668502042</id><published>2003-10-22T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T17:28:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WOULD I BE HAPPY IF I WON TONIGHT'S JACKPOT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, the jackpot is now worth $98 mil. So far I have a share of about 50 lotto tickets. What can I say. I love money. Actually, I love making money rather than loving money itself.  If there's a money making opportunity I'm there. Speaking of money, He and I went to an Internet Marketing Conference last night. Of course, the topic was on how to make money on the internet. Very informative. We even signed up for another workshop which takes place next Monday. Exciting eh? I'm still tantalizing the idea of making my first mil by the age of 30. Again, what can I say. I love making money. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I couldn't help but wonder...will I finally and completely be happy AND satisfied with $98 mil?  I've come to the conclusion that my life will &lt;em&gt;probably  &lt;/em&gt; always be "almost" perfect regardless of the size of my bank accounts. A friend of mine said to me a while ago that from her point of view I have an "almost" perfect life. And the term "almost" perfect life has stuck on me ever since.  You see...no one has THE perfect life.  So, coming so close as having an "almost" perfect life to me is beyond flattering.  I realize that regardless of how better my circumstances could be, I will always start the sentence with "yes, I'm very happy" and end up with "but..."  There's always a "but" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anything, money only makes life easier, not happier.  I don't mind having an extra $98 mil in my bank account by tonight. I wouldn't count on it to make me happy though.  I would still  be happy with my "almost" perfect life.  &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/4143364-106686852668502042?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106686852668502042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106686852668502042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686852668502042' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106678318540420422</id><published>2003-10-21T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T17:39:45.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>interesting thought for the day: "how come I am willing to spend $500 on a purse yet I'm soooooo friggen cheap when it comes to filling up my gas tank?!?"  &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/4143364-106678318540420422?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106678318540420422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106678318540420422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106678318540420422' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106667110888126831</id><published>2003-10-20T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:31:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S WRONG W/  BEING VAIN?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setting: Tiff in bathroom trying to get ready. V. excited running upstairs shouting...&lt;br /&gt;V.: "Hunnie...try this on and we'll go."&lt;br /&gt;T.: "Urg! that is just WAY too big for my head."&lt;br /&gt;V.: "C'mon just try it on"&lt;br /&gt;T.: "Sweetie I only wear things that look cute on me. So, no I'm not gonna try it on."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...silence...V. walking away...T. carrying on...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later...&lt;be&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.:"What's wrong babe? How come the silence treatment?"&lt;br /&gt;V.:"You're on time-out."&lt;br /&gt;T.:"Huh? What? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;V.:"I just can't believe how vain you are!"&lt;br /&gt;T.:"Ohhh...the helmet. Well, it's too big for my head and I just don't think it'd look cute on me. And what's wrong w/ being vain?"  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea..what's wrong w/ being vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...i'm just gonna end it there cuz going into this is only going to make me look more self-absorbed than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend update: Good, fun-filled w/e.  V. took me to a play on Friday.  It was a small five-act play about dating performed by these really talented and funny actors. I looove going to the theatre!!!  Went to K Town for Korean BBQ afterwards.  V's first time. He was surprised by how many little condiments they brought out. Heheh...it was gooood fooood.  &lt;br /&gt;Hung out at the Block with a coupla friends on Sat after spending the entire day pigging out in OC. Yea...we're OC freaks. We love the food there.  Went back to my mom's house after the Block. We both had new hair cut by the end of the night! Yay!!!  I got short shaggy bangs/layers framing my face while V. got his usual crew cut. I love that he has a lot less hair now!!! &lt;br /&gt;Sunday...woke up really late since we didn't go to bed 'til 3am.  Went shopping. Got into a lil' argument w/ V about stupid stuff. of course i just had to start it being the drama queen I am.  V did his best to make me see how unreasonable I am sometimes.  Well, at least i got him to talk and tell me what bothers him about me. The conclusion is that I need to take a chill pill and relax and stop taking it on poor V. On his side, he said that he loves me with all his heart and regardless of how many times I tried to apologize profusely he kept saying "you've got nothing to be sorry about babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was our weekend... &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/4143364-106667110888126831?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106667110888126831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106667110888126831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106667110888126831' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106626094617641865</id><published>2003-10-15T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T16:35:51.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STRESSFUL DAY AT THE OFFICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty easy, breezy, and smooth...until...BAM! all of a sudden drama up the mamas from clients.  URrrrgg i hate that!  Earlier I found myself sittin' at my desk staring into space for 2 minutes trying to mentally organize my thoughts.  I won't be surprise if I go insane one of these days trying to multi-task.  URrrrgg i still dread holding meetings with clients...you'd think you'll get used to these meetings but the profession i'm in...things are never predictable.  Well, i find my job very contradicting.  On the accounting side, almost everything is predictable.   But on the business side, every day presents a new challenge.   Well, I kinda understand where the clients are coming from. I mean...I'd get paranoid too if I put millions and millions of assets in the hand of someone I hardly know but have to TRUST completely and fully.  It's the hardest task. Trusting someone and gaining someone's trust. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ever since I had an idea of what I wanted to do with my life, I always envisioned myself working in a business environment with a beautiful surrounding and beautiful people.  We'd drink coffee in the morning and go to meetings and just be all business and professional. Well, what I envisioned is what I get and more.  So I'm really glad and happy to have it happen almost the way I had envisioned it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next goal to be realized is getting my MBA and working as an executive of some sort.  You know, the big boss making important decisions in my BIG corner office with a beautiful view.  Can't wait to command my own fleet of soldiers =) Yea I love telling people what to do!  And yes, I will become a Partner someday!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4143364-106626094617641865?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106626094617641865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106626094617641865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106626094617641865' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106615794355577075</id><published>2003-10-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T11:59:02.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JUST ANOTHER TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a cure for PMS: Take a loooong hot shower and then head to the mall for some SHOPPING. =) Yup.  I was  in a really cranky mood the entire day in the office yesterday, yet didn't know how to snap out of it.  As soon as I got home I took a nice loooooooooong hot shower.  I took advantage of a night off from V. and headed to the mall for some relaxation.  It helps (sometimes it hurts my bank account) that the coolest mall is only several blocks from where I live.  I can walk there if I want. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.... got a cute top from forever 21. I think I've had enough with that place.  The clothes are trying too hard to be trendy.  Before I usually walked out of forever 21 with a shitload of stuff.  I'm not a big fan of it anymore.  I like Image (for their cute tiny tops), Windsor (cute accessories), Wet Seal (cute accessories, too), and Banana Republic (nice classy work clothes).  Got 3 earrings from Wet Seal.  They were too cute...i couldn't help it.  Yea...i'm an impulse shopper.  Whatever I set my eyes on I grab, when the majority of the time I don't need it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;item i'm currently searching for: pointy  stilleto pumps (good w/ low rise jeans)  &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/4143364-106615794355577075?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106615794355577075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106615794355577075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615794355577075' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106607332935896763</id><published>2003-10-13T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T13:45:05.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;F*CK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some f'n odd reason I've been cussing non-stop.  It's probably due to my F*CKING WISDOM TEETH that have been bothering me since last nite.  I pigged out over the w/e eating a f-load of stuff and now the f'n teeth are bothering me again. They bothered me a few weeks ago and then went on remission.  Now they're back to torture me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not having a good day at all...f'n teeth...f'n problems from clients...well...i'm still the luckiets girl in the world cuz i have jamba juice delivered to my office by V.  He's my picker upper...but sometimes even having all that's not enough...i don't know what my f'n problem is.  &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/4143364-106607332935896763?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106607332935896763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106607332935896763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106607332935896763' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106580927136949464</id><published>2003-10-10T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T11:22:26.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THIS WEATHER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, funnie of the day:  MOTHER-IN-LAW: When you rearrange the letters: WOMAN HITLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...Oh yea I always wonder how anyone can call her Mother-in-law "mom" as if she's her own mom.  I don't know if I can call anyone "mom" besides calling my own mom "mom."  Hmmm...I guess &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;is not ready for marriage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. and I came over to his parents' house 2 nites in a row!!! gosh they must think i'm stalking them.  but really...last night i just happened to hang out w/ vinh when they called him over for family discussion...yea i think they like me...i mean..c'mon what's &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;to like LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...i'm not sure if i should feel offended by someone's remark...this person only knows me by appearance and is starting to get to know me as a person (hopefully)...i commented on s/t w/ regards to Sigfried&amp;Roy's tiger incident...and she responded w/ a laughed and said "do you watch the Nick&amp;Jessica The Newly Wed?ohmigod you remind me of Jessica Simpson."  Did what I commented on sound that dumb or s/t?!? And mind you...she's younger than me!!! &lt;br /&gt;Okie...due to  curiosity of the mind sometimes I think about EVERYTHING (big, small, stupid, profound) and to make matters worse I do think ALOUD.  Yes, i can be an airhead sometimes (I admit) when it comes to stupid shit. Like the other day I asked V. "isn't tarp a musical instrument like a cello? u know...violin...tarpoline?" well...for those of u who know what 'tarp' is good for u...for those u don't..there's dictionary.com which happens to be my everyday companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea...why is it that whenever i say s/t stupid or out of the ordinary...i get this eye-rollin'-head-shakin' reaction from people as though whatever came out of my mouth was unbelievable.  I can think of at least 3 persons who always do this.  Whatever...someday something great will come out of my mouth and will be remembered.  Like...my invention for the word "asshole ex" ===&gt; "ex-hole"....somewhere in front of a PC screen someone is rolling their eyes saying "only tiffany"...you know who you are hahahahah LOL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the next installment...see you next time...and HAPPY FRIDAY. STAY IN. MAKE LOVE. AND BE HAPPY.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106580927136949464?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106580927136949464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106580927136949464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106580927136949464' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106564446707591385</id><published>2003-10-08T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T13:21:07.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FEELIN' BLUE OR IS IT PMS!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how you're upset about something yet you can't really pin point it?  like...s/t bothers you and you have a "general" idea and when you try to get to the core of it...you just can't figure out what the f*ck it is that gets to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's what's going on w/ me today...well....since last night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now...all i wanna do is curl up in my pink shawl in a huge comfortable couch with a good trashy magazine, a cup of latte, and get my Alphie therapy. LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha, if you're reading this, how about a session at 7pm at Starbucks tonight LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;Yea...i know i'm just being a completely obnoxious and complaining brat right now.  I should be happy w/ my 'almost' perfect life.  But i always f*cked it up by creating drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106564446707591385?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106564446707591385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106564446707591385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106564446707591385' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106557058278370386</id><published>2003-10-07T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T16:54:26.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AUTUMN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here in my office looking out the window...feeling kinda mellow.  I can't believe Autumn is here.  Doesn't the weather lately make you feel sorta nostalgic??  I love this kind of weather; it soothes my soul for some reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...V.'s bday is tomorrow and I've been working very hard on surprising him with my bday presents for him.  It's funny how our bdays are only 2 weeks apart. Yup, we're both Libras!  I couldn't believe it either cuz he and I are so DIFFERENT.  Yet, we get along so well.  The biggest and only commonality we have is that we both hate making decisions and we suck at it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...had a gurlz nite out with my old hs friends J &amp; L. We had such a blast. We've known each other 9 years now yet sat nite was the first time we ever went clubbing together.  Of course we're guy magnets. What else is new?! j/k&lt;br /&gt;pictures are posted on www.imagestation.com  &lt;br /&gt;login id: bruinzchik&lt;br /&gt;password: tifftiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to look at the pix in case any of my friendsters haven't already seen them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea...we had tons of fun...well, i go clubbing very frequently and so i'm oh so very used to  the whole perv-guys-hittin'-on-me thing.  But j &amp; l seemed surprised that i attracted so many pervs LOL.  They ended up wanting to leave before the club closed cuz they couldn't stand those pervs.  Dude, OC guys are such horn dawgs...like they've never seen two girls giving each other lap dances LOL...i dunno...i'm from LA...so nothing shocks or surprises me anymore LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so liberating going clubbing w/ my gurlz with no intention of hooking up w/ any one of them cuz i have the one, only, and the best baby boy waitin' for me at home =) oh yea...OC guys are so RUDE! They took pix of me w/o my permission!!! Damm*t, made me mad.  ahhhhhh!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...enough goofing around...back to work....&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/4143364-106557058278370386?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106557058278370386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106557058278370386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106557058278370386' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106520633854306365</id><published>2003-10-03T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T11:38:58.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IT'S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone!!! Will be a looong day at the office for me though.  =(  Dammit, meeting @ 7pm tonight with the big boss. ahhhhhh!!!  Hey, it's a business meeting alright?  for u ol' dirty peeps out there heheh =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to let loose and have some good ol' fun this w/e with the girls and of course with V.  this w/e.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh*t it's already noon!!??! lunch date w/ V.....*running towards the elevator*.....&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/4143364-106520633854306365?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106520633854306365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106520633854306365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106520633854306365' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106512883153672133</id><published>2003-10-02T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T11:13:18.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A MOMENT OF REFLECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue...got an email from a looooong-time-ago ex....was surprised he still has my email or found it somewhere.  The email read s/t like "you came to my mind lately....just want to know how you're doing....blah blah blah....please reply when you get this...blah blah..signed **...i'm missing you a lot."  Huh? Missing me a lot??? Interesting.  It's been..what...6 years!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason, as soon as I finished reading the email,  I paused for a moment.  Thought about the past  for 2 seconds.  Looked within myself. Looked around me. Smiled. And said "ha ha life is GREAT."  Well, at least, MY life is. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the email still on my laptop...I couldn't help but reflect on my life...how it's changed...how i've changed...and how blessed I am for being where I am today.  For a few moments, I looked around my room. I looked at the dozens and dozens of fresh red, white, pink roses my baby got me ; I looked at the happy and glowing reflection of myself in the mirror; I looked within myself and realized that everything in life happened for a reason, if not a good reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see...the past years since college have brought me life experiences, taught me life lessons, introduced me to heartaches and enlightened me with new found wisdom. Today having recently turned 23 I feel much wiser, more mature and a lot more confident about life and its journey ahead.  Yet I know I still have a lot more to learn and grow.  My philosophy is "it'll only get better" and as a matter of fact, it always does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a sudden reappearance from the past via an email only reminds me of how long it has been since I started the journey called "growing up" and of how far I've come. Yes, the past years haven't always been smooth.  I went through the most difficult time last year, only to bask in happiness as a result of it this year.  Last year at this time I was a recent UCLA graduate who landed a posh job right after graduation working at a posh Beverly Hills investment management firm. Everyone thought I was the luckiest person in the whole world landing my dream job during such a bad job market. Yet at the same time, I was going through a major heartbreak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely overworked myself, pushed myself up the corporate ladder despite being the youngest associate in the company.  All with the intention and hope that I would not have to think or deal with the breakup.  I became successful at the company very quickly but was not happy.  With hard work and long hours I eventually got promoted, got my own (big) office and took on my own clients.  But I was not happy.  I hated having to leave work after a long day b/c that would mean going home and facing the empty apartment.  Regardless, I put on a brave face.  Simply because I know I am good like that. And also because I know in my heart that something so wonderful will happen and that I will be blissfully happy SOON. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I went through the I-am-single-so-I-club hop-every-weekend phase.It was fun being the center of attention at every club I went to and getting asked out quite often.  That was fun, but I got tired of the scene after a while.  I think I've learned to be my own person during these months being free and single.  It actually felt good. It was GREAT to FINALLY be my own/unattached person, spoil myself rotten with shopping sprees, and just live the L.A. nightlife.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course my single days didn't last too long.  Well, it lasted long enough for me to heal and be happy and confident again.  I'm so glad I didn't settle for just any guys.  I'm so glad I waited.  And I'm so glad he waited for me, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a year later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now I can truly and finally say that I am truly and ridiculously happy.  Can't wipe that grin off my face =) heheh... There are times I sit in my office up on the 7th floor thinking "life can't get any better than this."  And I am only 23 years of age.  Can it get any better? Can it???  Of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, all I want is to enjoy what I've worked so hard for.  I know there's a lot more to come and that I haven't accomplish all that I want to accomplish. Not yet. Not at the age of 23.  I am looking forward to getting my MBA, getting my HUGE corner office with a downtown LA view, getting my shiny Mercedes (SLK 230 Bayybee!!!), building my real estate empire (yes, that's my goal!!!) and of course, most importantly, be a WIFE and MOTHER. Yes, I finally have the courage to say it. =)&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/4143364-106512883153672133?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106512883153672133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106512883153672133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106512883153672133' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-10646239219810636</id><published>2003-09-26T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T11:20:59.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PERSONAL THANK YOU'S - HAPPY BIRTHDAY--THE AFTERSHOW &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to begin. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't ask for a better birthday, a better life,  better friends, better family, and especially...I can't ask for a better bf for I have THE BEST.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you BABY for giving me the BEST and certainly UNFORGETTABLE birthDAY.  The whole day yesterday was full of sweet surprises from dusk 'til dawn...literally.  =) Words can't describe how touched and lucky I feel for having you in my life...especially on my birthday.   Thank you for the many beautiful roses. Thank you for the sweet surprise bday celebration at my office.  And most beautifully, thank you so much for the biggest surprise last night.  I love you very much!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really expect anyone to know, let alone remember and celebrate my bday.  Thanks Family for the beautiful flowers and bday cake u bought for me at 11:30 pm on Saturday LOL hehehe...(see V. they do love me =))  Thanks Jennie for the much wanted body pillow. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N., L., N. thanks for the delicious dinner and a good time at Yankee Doodle's as well as beautiful bday present from N.  You guys are unbelievably wonderful and oh soooo nice.  "Dante" or not....we always have a good time heheheh....Muahz! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, thanks babe for the sweet 'n early bday present...I really miss you. Everything will be ok. Know that I luv you much!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lan, thanks for the beautiful card. It really is beautiful. Especially, thanks for taking your time and effort to prepare my 'belated' bday party. I CAN'T WAIT!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alpha for ur bday wishes ...and much thanks to the entire TMG family for scheming with V. You really surprised me!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til next  year...THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-10646239219810636?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/10646239219810636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/10646239219810636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10646239219810636' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106462360905041095</id><published>2003-09-25T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T17:47:01.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go, go &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go shawty &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your birthday &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gon' party like it's yo birthday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know we don't give a fuck CUZ IT'S your birthday! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LONG AND EXCITING DAY AHEAD!!!! &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/4143364-106462360905041095?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106462360905041095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106462360905041095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106462360905041095' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106435219420009198</id><published>2003-09-23T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T14:23:14.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STALKED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i being stalked? I got several pieces of really odd mails this week.  I got a 'sorry we missed you' note from UPS saying that I have a "full box" of s/t waiting for me at the post office.  Plus, I got a personalized note from someone with a J. initial with no returning address. Hmmm...V. said that it's all due to the fact that I'm "all over the internet." I think that's an exaggeration for the only thing that exposes me to crazy ass stalkers out there is this blogger. But I don't really list any personal info on here besides ranting on and on about my life. Oh yea...does friendster count? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEKEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Majestic this w/e.  Didn't expect to have that much fun but I did.  I realize that as long as there's music (whether it be vietnamese music (yea), trance or hip hop) i'm a happy child.  I don't need to be on "E" to act like I am on it. hehehe...Seriously, I think i have way too much adrenaline and hormone and energy when it comes to having fun and being free.  I just simply don't give a shit.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea...can't wait to go clubbing w/ the girls this thursday...ahhhhhh thursday!!!!!I don't want it to come b/c I love being 22 still!!!!!hahahaha...that'll make sense in a coupla days for those who have no idea what the hell i'm talking about.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i started drinking again...after 3 friggen' years of sobriety!!!!!!  i haven't gotten drunk yet though...but every now and then i like to feel a lil' buzzed...everything is a little prettier and happier when you're  buzzed.  I realize that there's nothing wrong with a coupla drinks or two...well, except the fact that I turn beet red after one shot which f'n sucks.  urggggg!!!!  so yea....lotsa exciting things coming this month....btw, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIBRAS!!!!!WE ARE ALL GODDESSES. SPOILED, BEAUTIFUL, INTELLIGENT...THAT SUMS IT UP FOR LIBRAS. I HAVE A FONDNESS AND ADMIRATION FOR ALL LIBRAS.  THERE'S NO OTHER ZODIAC SIGN I'D RATHER BE. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the moment "Into You" by Fabulous...."I really like what you done to me I can't really explain I'm so into you...."  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i love you BIG BABY!!!!   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106435219420009198?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106435219420009198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106435219420009198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106435219420009198' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106386739910114288</id><published>2003-09-17T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T23:43:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darn it...i need a lighter...i have so many pretty scented candles in my room and i'm feeling a lil' mushy and mellow tonite...i loooove candles...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelin' a lil' outta place tonite...so i'm just gonna jot down random thoughts...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;favorite song of the moment "can't hold us down" by christina...yup it's all about women empowerment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106386739910114288?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106386739910114288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106386739910114288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106386739910114288' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106360304173539641</id><published>2003-09-14T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T23:36:28.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PARALLEL PARKING &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudes, took me 20 minutes to parallel park my car today.  But i &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;i learned the trick.  I was actually sweatin' and puffin'...and being a perfectionist that i am i just had to do it RIGHT. And i think i got it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...w/e updates...not too exciting...i realize i need to be out and about more...well i am always out and about...but lately there isn't that many wild crazy going home drunk and happy late nights LOL...okay i'm totally exaggerating...but i definitely miss being happily wild in a good way...hmmm....maybe this coming w/e?  &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/4143364-106360304173539641?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106360304173539641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106360304173539641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106360304173539641' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106332007683345502</id><published>2003-09-11T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T15:45:04.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;9/11 REMEMBERED...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THIS DAY 2 YEARS AGO I WAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;......STUDYING FOR MY MANAGEMENT 1B FINAL&lt;br /&gt;......RECOVERING FROM ANOTHER BIG FIGHT W/ THE EX-HOLE FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;......CALLING THE EX-HOLE TO TELL HIM ABOUT THE WORLD TRADE CENTER ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT HE DIDN'T REALLY GIVE A SHIT &lt;br /&gt;......TALKING TO ONE OF MY ROOMMATES ABOUT HOW MY RELATIONSHIP W/ THE EX-HOLE IS SYMBOLIC TO 9/11 ~~~~&gt; DEATH&lt;br /&gt;......CONTEMPLATING WHETHER I SHOULD FLY UPNORTH TO SEE THE EX-HOLE ON 9/25 MY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;......HAVING THE BIGGEST HEADACHE AND FEELING SO SICK FROM SADNESS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THIS DAY TODAY....AND RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......SITTING IN MY OFFICE REMISNISCING ABOUT LIFE WHILE TRYING TO CONCENTRATE ON WORK&lt;br /&gt;......APPRECIATING LIFE, PARTICULARLY MY OWN LIFE&lt;br /&gt;......APPRECIATING THE PERSON WHO MAKES LIFE MORE JOYFUL AND A HAPPY EXPERIENCE, V.D.&lt;br /&gt;......LOOKING AROUND MY OFFICE FOR INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS&lt;br /&gt;......REALIZING THAT I'VE DONE ENOUGH GOOFING AROUND AND IT'S TIME TO GET BACK TO WORK...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106332007683345502?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106332007683345502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106332007683345502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106332007683345502' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106306785615937004</id><published>2003-09-08T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T17:54:31.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a tiring, yet fun-filled w/e!!!!  Went camping by the Colorado River w/ V and his family...had on bikini the entire w/e...i looooooove being in the water....came back w/ a nice tan but an aching body.  Did lots of swimming, boating, fishing, and jet skiing.  Loved riding on the Sea-Doo...Didn't think i'd survive but I did...gracefully. btw, just so y'all know how tough i am...i was the only female on the trip....yup, i was surrounded by dudes....didn't really strike me at all until I started remisniscing about the trip last nite on the way home....I am a tough chick indeed.  I loved my time there but hated the damn mosquitos.  URrrrrgg those damn creatures!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to come back on thanksgiving...well...just so to explain why the trip was dudette-less....the trip has always been known as "THE ROUGH ONE"... there's no restroom...we had a shovel and TP for nature calls...yup, just dig a whole and do your business in the bushes....lucky for me ... i didn't have the 'urges'...i would've held it if i did cuz ain't no way i'ma bare my booty-licious and risk mosquito bites lol....so yea...we eat what we catch...as in...fish...i dunno...it was a nice getaway from all the complexity in life...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm a city girl at heart...as soon as i got home last nite i took a loong ass shower good enough for a whole month......i let out an orgasmic scream as soon as my body came into contact with my silky sheets and comfy bed.  goodness it felt soooooooooooooooooooooo gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4143364-106306785615937004?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106306785615937004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106306785615937004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106306785615937004' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-106271269355376666</id><published>2003-09-04T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T15:29:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie...now that I have this journal posted on Friendster I will hopefully remember to update it more often. It's been almost 2 months since I last updated! Of course a lot had happened...mostly good stuff.  Just some general updating: Still happily in love =) with the same guy of course! Heheh...and yes, he still gets me flowers every week.  It's gone from every other day to once a week now, which is good considering the fact that flowers are so high maintenance.  And I am maintenance.  And we can only do so much maintaining you know heheh... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...what else is new? oh yea, i moved to a newer, better place! After months and months of looking at shitty ol' apts, I finally settled in the lovely and trendy Santa Monica area.  I can't ask for a better neighborhood! I live literally 5 minutes away from 3rd Street Promenade (shopping!!!!) and the beach (tanning!!!!) You know I've grown so attached to the Westwood/Santa Monica area that I can't imagine living anywhere else.  I know it's so super duper expensive living here but it's also super duper NICE. Beautiful people in Beemers and Benzes everywhere; good restaurants and GREAT shopping locales. So yea, I feel very fortunate to be able to live here.  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for L.A. was realized on my vacation w/ V. to Missouri this past month.  I missed L.A. so dearly that on the 2nd day of the trip I had to go on AIM and professed my love of it to my girl friends.  I don't know what it is about L.A. that I like very very much.  I hate the traffic ( I am a well-known road rage-r); I hate the polluted air.  But the people (oh so superficial and arrogant, but mostly beautiful) and the lifestyle (clubs, bars, restaurants, SHOPPING, weather, Hollywood, rich people, poor people, Beverly Hills, Rodeo Drive, downtown LA,...) FASCINATE me.  I've seen both the beautiful AND the ugly side of L.A. and its contrasting aspect is what drives me wild.  Like....only in L.A. do you see the rich and the poor mixed in one place , though with different purposes.  Driving down Wilshire you'll see Mexican immigrants waiting in long lines at the bus stop while out on the street rich people talking on their cell phones in their convertible SLK 230 and M3's.  It's funny how you'd think you'll only see rich people in Beverly Hills.  Well, the rich LIVE in Beverly Hills while the poor WORK in Beverly Hills.  LOL.  On my way to work I can't help but notice the many Mexican housekeepers, janitors and butlers waiting by the bus stop in Beverly Hills every morning.  Why are they, of all places, at a Beverly Hills bus stop, you ask?  Well, most of them come (via big red buses) very early in the morning to their boss's house (Bev. Hills mansion in many cases ) to  wash the boss's laundry, mow the lawn, tidy up the house, etc.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie..i'm getting carried away talking 'sociology.'  I miss sociology.  It's so easy to study but so hard to practice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til next time... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-106271269355376666?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106271269355376666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/106271269355376666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106271269355376666' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-105824858523372423</id><published>2003-07-14T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T22:56:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN IT'S HOT IN HERE....k...i'm gonna shed some clothes off...ok you dirty ol' perverts...i didn't mean that to mean anything sexual...nakedness is normalcy to me.  Half the time I walk around naked in my room...nakedness shouldn't have to be a sexual thing...it's a state of 'being.' &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...i talked so much about getting a tan in the last entry I feel i should update u on new development..well it's been 3 weeks since i've embarked on the tanning journey. I'm A LOT darker than i was when i first started. Of course! given the fact that i've been roasting my bod out on the beach every weekend (yup both sun and sat).  I love to tan.  The best feeling in the whole world is going home to a COLD shower from a loooong afternoon of laying out in the sun.  I just feel so renewed, freshed, clean and HAPPY.  I dunno...I'm happiest when i'm in that state...as though i just got reborned.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k..weekend update...went to jules' new apt to hang out and (heh, what's new) TAN by the pool.  Yup, just me and her.  We were eating, laughing, catching up, laughing, eating, laughing, swimming in the pool, laughing, tanning by the pool, laughing....ok...u get the point...we had a lot of fun even though it was just the two us.  On the way home I was thinking...you know it's true friendship when you can get right back to where you left off the last time you saw each other. Ok, what i mean is...jules and i both have very busy lives but we do make a great deal of effort keeping in touch and staying in one another's life.  There's been times we didn't talk to each other for months but when we do finally talk, WE TALK and WE REMEMBER WHAT WE TALKED ABOUT THE LAST TIME WE SAW EACH OTHER AND WHERE WE LEFT OFF.  I dunno...like this past weekend...i didn't feel as though we were trying to catch up on our lives...it was more like hanging out and having conversations...cuz all we did was continue where we left off the last time we talked.  It felt so normal and natural.  Ok...back on friendship later&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after eating, tanning, swimming, more eating, and watching sex and the city, Lan and rat pack finally came.  All of us decided to go to the Block and watch a movie.  I soooo wanted to watch Legally Blonde or Charles' Angels since IT WAS SUPPOSED to be a girls day/night out. But Lan just had to bring her bf and his guy friend...so bummer! we ended up watching stupid, boring ass movie The Leage in which I feel asleep 30 minutes into the movie. Seriously, I really need to try to stay awake at movies.  I'm not talking about getting bored or not paying attention to the movie, I WAS ACTUALLY SLEEPING LIKE A BABY IN JULES' LAP!!!  It was one of the best naps ever!  =)  So anyways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-105824858523372423?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/105824858523372423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/105824858523372423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105824858523372423' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-105754863368567021</id><published>2003-07-06T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T22:30:05.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wow...it's been a looooong while...life's been moving way to fast! This is the first night in the longest time that I have absolutely nothing to do. Nada at all.  I'm back at the apt from a long, fun and relaxing July 4th weekend at home.  I actually enjoy being home nowadays.  Been going home almost every weekend.  I have lotsa new pictures I need to post on here.  I actually scanned all of them this afternoon (given my lack of a digital camera) but haven't figured out a way to upload them from here.  Apparently the scanner from home is dated back 1000 B.C. the format is not compatible w/ current technology. Heheh...nah i'm just exaggerating...but the point is...i'm having technical difficult in uploading the pix at the moment..but they will be up on here SOON. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz...time for some updates! Hmm...let's see...how shall i start....there's been so much going on lately....well...i've recently discovered how vain i can get...and it scares me!!! I can finally say "i'm finally tan!!!"  Ok...here goes the story....or rather the history....as y'all know...i've been very very light or pale the past few years although i did have a history of being dark-er.  So after I've cleaned up my (emotional) baggage from my last relationship, I realized it was time to brush up my physical being and to really be ME.  I've always been told by my mom, my friends, my friends' moms, and strangers that I have beautiful milky light skin (thanks partially to Clinique foundation LOL) and that it's the IDEAL skin to have being a girl.  But I always thought i was just way too white and pasty...granted that my hair is blonde.  I've always admired those tan and oily looking playboy bunnies...now that's SEXY.  Not only is that beautiful...it's SEXY.  anywayz...to keep a loooong ass story short...with summer being here and all...i feel the need to show legs...ok...i don't have the best looking legs...but still....i'm dying to wear those ruffled short white mini skirts....urggg! and there is no way i'm sportin' one of those if my legs are pasty...but the biggest reason that prompted me to get a tan ASAP was this one particular black dress.  So i had a wedding to attend last weekend...the weekend before that I went shopping for sum' to wear....I didn't think i'd find a dress I like...I was actually opting for the 'white pants, cute top' look...the 'safe' look I always opt for when i have absolutely no idea what to wear.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anywayz...this black dress, let's call it "Hot 'n Sexy," introduced me to the Tanning Salon which I now call 'home.' Lol...yes, believe it or not...for four consecutive nights...I went to a tanning salon to achieve the tan and oily look....it scared the shit outta me when I found out that my completely naked body would be laying helplessly in a coffin-like chamber.  Ok...i'm the most claustrophobic person you'll ever know...both physically, mentally, and emotionally...so i was freakin' out so badly at first...but I REALLY REALLY WANTED TO TAN and I WAS DESPERATE!!!  And so I took a DEEP, LONG breath and just went for it...I was honestly scared...but knowing me...if i want something that bad I'd do anything to get it.  That's my philosophy in life: IF I WANT IT I GRAB.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...the result wasn't that drastic...but you could see the difference...I got darker..but not too dark...and yes! as soon as I put on the dress i knew it was WORTH every freakin' scary minute being in the chamber...DAMN BEAUTY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-105754863368567021?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/105754863368567021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/105754863368567021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105754863368567021' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-95936568</id><published>2003-06-22T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T22:58:07.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>has life been moving fast for everyone as it has for me?!?!  I'd do anything for an extra hour everyday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-95936568?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/95936568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/95936568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95936568' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-95601421</id><published>2003-06-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T22:51:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>has it been that long since i last updated this page?!??!  hmmm...what can i say....this is what happens when you live life on the fastlane...j/k hehehe...life's been really really good...can't complain.  Had a little Vegas getaway on Memorial Day weekend...that was FUN. =)  Can't wait to come back there again for my bday.  I dunno...life's been moving so fast for me...it's already Thursday...scary eh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. and i are doing wonderfully well in case anyone's wondering...funny thing is we haven't had our 1st fight/argument yet...being w/ him is just so....EASY...and RELAXING...and GOOOOOOOD.  And yes, he still gets me fresh flowers every week.  Since knowing him there's never been a day my office and apt aren't filled w/ flowers...ahhhh i luv flowers!!!!  It just occured to me recently that indeed I am in a relationship (?) ugghh feels weird saying the "r" word...i think i've definitely let go of the past and live in and enjoy the present.  I can't believe i'm saying this but:  I am so glad that the past is done and over with.  I would like to thank the person who broke my heart for giving another person a chance to fix it and make it whole again.  And this time it is 1,000,000 X better. &lt;br&gt;&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/4143364-95601421?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/95601421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/95601421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95601421' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-94708909</id><published>2003-05-21T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T17:13:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY GOT TIX TO MATRIX!!!!! V. and I'll be watching it tonite...can't wait!!! I'm having a relatively breezy eazzy day in the office...not too hectic, not too slow.  Just can't wait for the weekend to start.  I'll be on vacation beginning friday 'til wed next week. Oh yea I miss having the turtles in the office...jen's turtle-sitting them 'til i'm back from vacation...turtles make my office a little more homely and tropical like..heheh...right now (looking around &amp; observing the office) in my office there's a big plant situated on top of a filing cabinet, a big vase filled with 2 dozens long stemmed pink roses from my adorable sweetheart V. , boxes and boxes of dvd's and videos for my clients....apparently all the production companies and studios in Hollywood are competing for Emmy nominations....so my office is flooded with movies and dvds and cool stuff ....they're for my clients who happen to be big time Hollywood players who ultimately get to vote on the Academy.  So, note to anyone who wants free movies and dvd's...i'm the chick who has 'em all hehehe ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i love my job; i love my life.  It's not all perfect, yet I can't complain.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey is anyone even reading this???? hmmmm.....prolly not.  I hope not.  Cuz most of the time I write to just vent and let things outta my system....so some of it is pretty personal...whatever...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...i gotta let the whole world know what i got as a surprise from V. last weekend.  Ok...so V. picked me up to go to dinner last friday night...he told me a few days ago that he had a surprise waiting for me...so of course i couldn't wait.. before dinner we went to his place...he asked me to wait for him outside while he went upstairs to "take care of something." So i waited..waited...waited...10 mins went by...no sign of V.D...finally...after what seemed like a lifetime...(heheh k..i'm exaggerating) V. took my hand and led me inside.  As soon as I stepped in the kitchen, i saw long-stemmed red roses lined up on the floor throughout the kitchen hall...i was just like...'omg..what's going on..' V told me to follow the rose trail and pick up the roses....so i followed his instructions....there were so many roses lining up from the kitchen to the livingroom and then upstairs...i was just in shock...i seriously thought i was dreaming in a movie cuz everything was dimmed and blurry and wonderful...so i followed the rose trailed and went upstairs...the roses stopped at the bathroom which was tightly shut.  I looked at him all confused and said 'omg...what's all this...what do i do now?' He told me to open the bathroom door...and as soon as I opened it...I just GASPED and started CRYING...it was the most beautiful scene I had ever seen.  I honestly thought I was in a movie..cuz scented candles were lit everywhere...on the floor, on the sink, by the bathtub and even IN the bathtub...there were heart-shaped floating candles in the tub with rose petals and a vase full of pretty pink roses next to the tub...i was just completely taken away by everything...everything was just so sweet and romantic...i didn't know what to do...so i just sat down on the floor trying to make sense of everything...V. then hugged me and told me he thought i had a looong work week and just wanted to surprise me by drawing me a bath so that I can relax.  Isn't that the sweetest thing ever!?!?!?!?!? and then he just looked me in the eyes and said 'btw, i just want to tell you, Tiffany, I love you very much." I just melted right there and then...dude i feel like i'm writing a romance novel...but yea..that's exactly what happened....and the rest is.....up to your imagination...=) ...and oh yea we never made it to the restaurant. Heheh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4143364-94708909?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/94708909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/94708909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94708909' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-94650013</id><published>2003-05-20T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T13:38:27.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*feeling angry*  i just stumbled onto some old emails from the A-HOLE ex.......i just had to read them and as a result felt sorry for myself for what i had to put up w/ the A-HOLE....that was such an abusive relationship.  He's not even 1/4 the "man" i deserve to be with and whom I'm fortunate enough to be with now.  ohmigosh......that A-HOLE had nothing but a few bucks here and there...treated me like dirt....aaaaaaaaaarggggggggggggh...i'm so angry....how did i ever allow myself to be w/ someone like that???? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-94650013?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/94650013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/94650013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94650013' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-94601899</id><published>2003-05-19T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T15:22:14.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG HECTIC (!!!!!!!!) WEEKEND....writing about it would only make me feel tired all over again....heheh....well, just briefly...i thought i was only going to v's cousin's wedding...but I was actually in it....or rather helping out..it was an experience....met a lot of his relatives....his parents seemed nice...esp. his dad...very easygoing and friendly. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the highlight of my weekend was the surprise V. got me =) I was speechless and in tears when he finally showed me what it was...ahhhhhhhh i felt like the happiest and luckiest girl in the world =)  and I AM the happiest and luckiest girl in the world..heheh =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For private and intimate reason, i'm not going to disclose the surprise on bloggers...if anyone is curious enough to want to know what the surprise was...just IM me "bruinzgurl"  , call, or email heheh =)  but yea.......it was the most BEAUTIFUL and ROMANTIC thing anyone had ever done for me....I thought it could only happen in movies....but then again...my life sometimes seems like a movie cuz of so many wonderful, beautiful, romantic things happening....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really glad I am finally with a REAL man...literally and figuratively...He's this beautiful, wonderful, romantic, sensitive, caring, compassionate, understanding, supportive human being who lives up to his promises and who truly cares about me.  He's everything I want in a MAN.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be happier =) =) =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-94601899?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/94601899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/94601899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94601899' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-94419553</id><published>2003-05-15T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T17:19:21.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm PMS-ing...warning warning to everyone...please stay at least 10 feet away...mood swings...one minute i'm happy, the next minute i'm feeling dead and fatigue and icky.....ayyyyyyyyyy &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways....i feel so tired lately....so much to do and so little time....my room is a big mess...and i am still looking for a place to move out....i hardly spend anytime in the apt which has become increasingly messy....clothes, shoes, makeup everywhere....all the gurly things u can think of....they're everywhere...apparently my life nowadays revolves around working, going home afterwork to put on cute clothes and makeup, go out, go out, go out.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...it's time for weekend recap:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I HAD THE MOST FUN LAST FRIDAY GOING OUT W/ THE GURLZ....I lost my voice from screaming and yelling and screaming...i can't disclose what we did cuz it'd get someone in trouble...but oh man...it was crazy...heheh...&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/4143364-94419553?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/94419553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/94419553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94419553' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-93956320</id><published>2003-05-07T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T16:37:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dude, i need a tan!!!!!!!!!!!!!  i look so friggen' WHITE in all the pix i took recently...ahhhhh!!! whatever happened to my healthy bronze glow!?!? it's disgusting!!! okay, i'm exaggerating...it ain't that bad...but i want to be darker....urg! time to hit the beach big time....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...weeekend recap: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had soooooo much FUN!!!!  My girls and I threw a Bachelorette Party for our girl who's gettin' married in 2 weeks....i never laughed sooo  much in my life...dude, i think when girls get together it's 100X worse than the guys....we get rowdy and nasty...LOL...i was surprised by the way the gurlz let loose...i was the controlled one..yea believe it or not...i was like...the conservative one of the group...and you thought the word conservative is not in my dictionary LOL....i cannot say anything regarding the party b/c the five of us made a pact that "whatever happened at whereever that Friday night will stay there"  We promised not to tell even our men about it....that's how serious it is....urg! V. has been buggin' me every 5 min for some info..but sorry...my lips are sealed =) but yah, it was soooooooooooooooooooooooo much fun.....i'm still laughing my ass off everytime i think about what we did that night...LOL....&lt;br&gt; hmmmm....should i post PICTURES?!? NOT! you wish heheh =) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was friday....saturday...V. and I went down to OC to make my dress for his cousin's wedding....i'm kinda nervous as to how it's going to turn out...we went over to L.'s house for bbq afterwards...Her parents fed us soooo much food ...all we did at her house was EAT, EAT, EAT AND PLAY AND EAT.  Went bowling at night....that was fun....i've been bowling a lot lately...i suck at it but i like it for some reason...Cosmic bowling is the BEST!!!!! of course Team T.V (that's me and V.) won...by 2 points hahah....we always win! =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't get home 'til 1am....that was a looooooooooooong saturday...yet so much fun...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday....lounged around in bed 'til 2pm....V. made me lunch...yea i know i've got it good huh...mah man can cook a mean meal =) heheh....we went to check out houses and did some shopping after lunch...yea we're both into real estates....went to church at night...and &lt;gasp!&gt; V's mom was there...ahhhhh i was nervous dude for some reason....well i tend to get nervous meeting new people...so V. introduced me to her after mass...i thought we hit it off well...my vietnamese is decent...so at least we could carry "some" conversation...all in all good weekend...=) and i'm very happy thank you very much....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i just sent out invitation to peeps re:bbq this weekend at V's...we're very excited...hope everyone will make it...if you are not, we'll cross you out of our "cool people" list and you won't be invited to any future events..J/K heheh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait 'til the weekend!!!!! it's only wednesday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  rough week at work so far....so many meetings...meetings make me NERVOUS!!! especially meetings w/ clients!!!  maybe i'm still new at this...hopefully it'll be a breeze in a short while...i love what i do though...it's cool like that...heheh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-93956320?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93956320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93956320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93956320' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-93662592</id><published>2003-05-02T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T10:59:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's fridayyyy and why is it soooooooooooooo hectic....life, life, life....instead of chuggin down coffee to keep me sane...i decided to take 5 mins off work to go on blogger and vent....ok....so i had a pretty relaxing week since i tried staying in the past 3 nights!!!! &lt;gasp&gt; i think i'm gettin' kinda bored staying at home but it was good...you know...a breather from staying out so late...yea can u believe it...i was actually trying to lay low this past week so that i can get ready for a crazy ass loooong yet fun weekend ..heheh...it's all planned out in the mind of T.V. *wink* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however...i 'm feeling a lil' frustrated....about certain thing that i found out last night and about s/t that happened this morning...ok...so i was driving &lt;read: SPEEDING&gt; the past 5 days with this funny weird noise my car was making....at first i thought i was just imagining and being paranoid...until i kept hearing it every now and then....so i figured 'hmmm..i'll just bring the car to the shop over weekend to have it checked out.." well...today is friday and as i was drumming my finger on the steering wheel waitin' for the light to turn green....this one pedestrian walked by and made funny gesture at me...at first i thought he was hittin' on me...but then he acted as though he was really TRYING to say something...so i rolled down my window and said "huh?" and that's when it hit me...'shit, my car has a flat tire...wtf'  and it freaked me out...."duh! that's why the car has been making funny noises'  k...my car is relatively new...ok, it's almost 3 yrs old..but still...it's been really really good to me...so anyway......i called my dad immediately while driving &lt;read: ohhhh sooooooo slooooowly&gt; to work..he wasn't home so had to talk to mom....she freaked me out by saying that i should just either stop driving or drive fast so t hat i can get my booty to work on time and safe...i'm like ' huh?' i told her not to worry and that it's probably nothing...but i was kinda freakin' out and feeling sorry for my car cuz i've been mistreating it by making it work soooooooo hard the past week ....damn my SPEEDING....i called V. right after i talked to my mom so i can calm down..yea V. has this "calming" effect on me...regardless of how stressful and crazy i feel...everytime i talk to him i feel calm and controlled....so yes, it helped a lot talking to him....he actually made me laugh...he told me he'd stop by my work to check it out...nice huh? so yea....i'm not gonna worry anymore....need to save energy for other worries...yea i'm a worry wart....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a bachellorete party to attend tonight too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhh....ok.....chill.....it's all good....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-93662592?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93662592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93662592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93662592' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-93563995</id><published>2003-04-30T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T17:49:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yea...pictures of me, liz, and lan at Korean BBQ place on V Day ( i know...it's from wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//lanliztiff.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Me and the girls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//vday2.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Me, tulip, and the girls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the tulip i was holding in the picture?  i stole it from the restaurant...hehehhe....nah i was only borrowing it for the picture ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-93563995?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93563995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93563995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93563995' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-93563329</id><published>2003-04-30T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T17:38:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 5pm in the office....should be working but feeling icky ..so here i am...venting out on blogger...after talking to J. earlier online I've been feeling like i'm the most messed up person in terms of my thinking and attitude re: LIFE. Okay, it's now official.  Hi, My name is Tiffany and I have an attitude problem. I feel like some of my views on things are kinda twisted...I feel like I need to be on my own to figure out myself and improve myself before getting involved w/ anyone else...hmmm...kinda deep huh?  I'm gazing at the tulips in my office right now and they're not making me happy =(  whyyyyyyyyy.....am i PMS-ing?!? noooooooooo that was barely two weeks ago...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has really taken its toll on me...i'm doing things I've always wanted to do since joining this company...i get tired at the end of every work day but i feel happy and accomplished...oh yea...i felt soooo relaxed and relieved staying in last night....it's really rare that i stay home at night and get some quiet time...i have a stack of magazines and an investment book i want to read...so i've decided to devote a few nights (at least 2 nights) a week to stay home and have some leisure time to read and improve myself. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...question of the day...how do we know if we are doing something for the right reason?  i have doubts about a lot of things recently and  i hate dealing w/ uncertainty...like i'm not sure if i'm doing the right things for the right reasons...ayyyy i hate getting so philosophical...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-93563329?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93563329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93563329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93563329' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-93382804</id><published>2003-04-27T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T15:50:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh it's already Sunday night &lt;sigh&gt; Weekend recap: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night ~~~&gt; Initial plan was to go to camp site in Malibu to give my lil' sis Jane her sleeping bag and hang out over there...but V. and i ended up hanging out in my "village." aka Westwood Village =)...it was fun kickin' it in W.V. on a Friday night...crowded everywhere...V. was soooo excited about finding his golden parking spot that he didn't want to leave the "village." hehehe...as y'all know...it's a biiiatch finding parking in Westwood....so we went to eat at this Japanese place whose portions were sooo HUGE we could feed the whole westwood village. LOL....we then got in a looooooooong a$$ line for some diddy reese cookies and ice cream...i don't remember what the hell we did all night in westwood after dinner but all i remember were us eating ice cream, walking around westwood and laughing like idiots about the most stupid things....i've never had that much fun doing the simplest little things in a looooong time....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday ~~~~~&gt; Well i let jennie borrow my car since friday...since V. had to work on Sat and i didn't want to be stranded at home...V. offered me his car like he did so many times before but I accepted it this time cuz...again i didn't want to be stranded at home.  So I dropped V. off at his workplace and took the car down to OC w/ me to take care of some stuff...I drove around the entire day and i hated it!!!   i hate driving period.  Picked V. up at 11pm (!!!! yea he worked that late) and we headed to Malibu to visit our friends at camp...took us forever to get there cuz we kinda got lost...and by the time we got there &lt;gasp!&gt; the camp site was CLOSED ahhhhh!!!  so...believe or not...we drove around for a while to figure out how to get in there...but it was more b/c we just wanted t drive around malibu..it's a beautiful place and the night was really beautiful...and what made it fun was that we goofed around talking in the car...the thing about me and V. is that we have fun everytime we 're together regardless of what we do or don't do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-93382804?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93382804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93382804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93382804' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-93031293</id><published>2003-04-21T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T23:25:22.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellloo...hope everyone had a nice Easter.  And to all my Catholic friends, hope y'all went to mass at least ONCE.  I went to church 3 times this past week...Yea, ONE TWO THREE....Each mass lasted about 1 and 1/2 hour...well except Easter mass which lasted 3 HOURS!!!!  i'm not joking. Last week was all about being a good Catholic...V. and I made a lot of effort going to confession, and holy mass on thursday and we event went to mass Friday nite instead of going clubbing as planned.  We've become church hoppers =)...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a kinda  mellow weekend despite of it being Easter and all.  V. had to work late and so we couldn't hang out but we talked on the phone a lot...i spent the weekend at home w/ my family...it was actually pleasant...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...right now V. and I are debating whether or not i should let my lil' sibling hang out w/ him this week cuz he has days off this week and jane's on spring break.  V. 's been bugging me for WEEEEKS about bringing them up to LA and letting them hang out w/ us.  But the problem is i work during the day...and so V. would be stuck w/ them until i get home from work...he's so cute...he made a list of activities they'd do together..arrg...it's really sweet and thoughtful of him..yet at the same time it's too much trouble for the both of us...but he's been sooooo stubborn and insistent about this...i guess ...we'll see..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...gettin' sleepy...going to bed now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-93031293?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93031293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/93031293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93031293' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-92518076</id><published>2003-04-12T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T22:36:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> another one of my pet peeves:  LATENESS.  aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....i hate having to wait...time is too precious to be sittin' around waitin'.........am i just being wayyyyyyyy too bitchy and difficult?!!? well, i'm a 'late' person myself...but i hate waiting for other people...ok...i think i'm totally PMS-ing right now ..... cuz i gave V. a crazy ass bitch slap attitude earlier and poor him he sooooo didn't deserve it....ok i must admit....sometimes (especially PMS times) i tend to think i'm this badass d-i-v-a who gets what she wants and gets it NOW or i'll get nasty....and yes, IT IS TOTALLY MY FAULT and totally stupid of me to be acting like that....but i'm always in the process of finding out my flaws and improving myself....My mom tells me all the time that she feels sorry for whoever i'm going to marry b/c i'm just way too difficult....everything has to be my way or the highway...however, i'm learning the art of COMPROMISING and it's probably the best thing i'm learning to do right now....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides being difficult i am also known for being a little too 'selfish' and just a tiny tiny bit 'self-absorbed.'  {okay, i realize that i'm probably scaring potential suitors but what the hell...this is who i am...accept me the way i am....hey at least i know my flaws and am VERY WILLING to work on them}  k...back to talking about my being 'self-absorbed.'  Okay i've noticed that in almost every conversation i have w/ people...i tend to say "I..this" and I...that" a lot...it's like...everything is me me me and not you me you me you me...so yea, another flaw to get rid of....gosh...what the hell 's wrong w/ me...trying to de-flaw my whole being!?!?!? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...V and I went to see "Les Miserables" last night... beautiful theater, excellent play...we had a wonderful time...we're getting tix to go see "Miss Saigon" next...r n't we artsy or what....LOL...oh yea he got me 2 dozens of beautiful pink roses...me love pink roses!!!! =) it's amazing how he still gets me flowers every time he sees me...i'm running outta vases....k...gettin hungry...gotta grub..talk later...muah muah &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-92518076?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/92518076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/92518076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92518076' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-92381054</id><published>2003-04-10T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T13:20:06.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo-hoo week's almost over!!!! HELLLLLLO WEEKEND!!!! I'm thisclose to having my taxes done...this week has been nothing but work, doing taxes for myself and helping my clients w/ theirs and also having fun here and there....V and I were talking about hiring strippers for V's cousin's bachelor party over dinner last night...(yea what an appropriate dinner conversation eh)  but damn i'm not allowed to be there just cuz i'm a GURL...urg! but i'm doing the hiring..wtf!!!!  why do the boyz always get to have fun?!?!!? aahhhhh *screaming on top of my lung outta frustration*  well...i guess if i want some good clean fun w/ the girls we can always holla at a male stripper for the bride-to-be's bachelorette party...hmmmm...gurlz what do u think?  think whipped cream on a muscular oily tan male body LOL....(i'm gonna get in trouble w/ V for this...but WHATEVA he's had his fun shiet)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways...if i'm ever gonna decide to get married (LOL) my bachelorette party is gonna be THE Party of the Millenium LOL...get &lt;br /&gt;my gurlz, get yo' boyz, gonna make some noise LOL....i can totally see an ORGY goin on...(k..once again..i'm gonna get in trouble w/ V if he reads this...but WHATEVA....i'm not  *&amp;^&amp;**-whipped LOL) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....*tiff zoning out ...daydreaming...fantasizing....* {shrugs}....hmmm...i wonder if strippers pay taxes...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...question of they day:  Do strippes pay taxes?   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-92381054?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/92381054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/92381054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92381054' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-92016912</id><published>2003-04-04T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T18:00:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh..i feel soooo bad for boring you by getting into investing talk below...sooooorrrry...i tend to get carried away talking money. So here's another entry to entertain you heheh =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...my weekend plans...attending a wedding w/  V. on Sat...and planning on a relaxing Sunday... we can sleep in finally!!!!  gosh i've been soooo deprived of sleep it's not even funny...i've been coming home 4am every other day for the past 2 weeks...it always goes like this...V. &amp; I go out to dinner and next thing u know we'd be on the couch watching movies at his bachelor pad and just talking and joking around and bam...it's 3:30am...and both he and I have work the next day...we spent 3 hrs on the phone the other day trying to find the culprit to our sleep deprivation...it's just that...we have so much fun hanging out...plus he has his own house which i love very much b/c it's a beautiful house and it's just US TWO there....yup, no parents, no roommates, no body..just T&amp;V watching TV together and goofing around...LOL...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea...i've been very very happy w/ everything in life as of late...i never thought i could actually achieve this level of happiness....you know....hmmm....how do i describe this...you know that calm and content feeling you get when you're w/ someone or simply alone...like...everything is just right.  No insecurity, no worry, just simple bliss.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i owe most of this to the most amazing, patient, compassionate, understanding, ohhh sooooooo sweet and caring V.D. He's just simply the best.  Why wouldn't he be?  I mean...who else brings me flowers EVERY TIME I see him, packs me goodie bags for lunch, surprises me w/ blueberry cheesecake ice cream in the middle of the night, brings me chowder and medicine when i get sick and most importantly listens to me...i've been trying to avoid admitting this but being around him makes me happy.  I'm hesitating about "getting into it" but it's really difficult not to want to fall into it when everything is there.  &lt;br&gt;&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/4143364-92016912?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/92016912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/92016912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92016912' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-92015611</id><published>2003-04-04T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T18:03:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's FRIDAAYYYAYYY!!!! week went by so fast...biggest shock of the day...shares of Affymetrix (NYSE:AFFX) plunged 35% today..k i'm a stock/bond/investment junkie and i watch the market pretty closely...my morning routine =&gt; rush to my office w/ a Jakada coffee lattee in hand (yup, always late!), switch my cell to vibration, check my email, go on Yahoo! Finance and check out the morning's numbers and try to evaluate my portfolio...pretty boring huh? but IT EXCITES ME =) anywayz...i've been watching AFFY pretty closely and every single quarter for the past year the company always met or exceeded their expectations. Well first quarter is approaching and so i've assumed that the price is going to go up naturally...well it has...until THIS MORNING.  It was doing really well this past week...ended at $28.17 yesterday afternoon...But as I checked the numbers this morning i almost literally fell of my chair...My first reaction was : "HOLY SHIT...WHAT THE FUCK..." good thing I was in my office so I don't think anyone heard...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of u who r not familiar w/ Affymetrix, also knowns as AFFY for short, it is a Santa Clara, Calif.-based life-sciences technology company that sells genetic research technology and its customers include biotech firms and universities. The company's GeneChip genetic-analysis products are widely used by drugmakers to help discover new medicines.  I've visited the company quite a few times b/c ex bf works there and believe it or not he used to bring me to work w/ him as a guest. I fell in love w/ the company b/c it produces some of the tools that are driving the human genome project.  I'll discuss more about the human genome project if anyone's interested in discussing it w/ me over coffee at starbucks...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea...I so thought it was going to hit its targeted price at $33.44 which would ultimately make ex bf mega-loaded...it came as close as $29.95 this past week...so yea its recent plunge is a complete shock to me...well, i very much thought the company was overpriced but i also thought it was a good buy and hold.  Hmmm...makes me feel shaky about investing...&lt;br&gt;&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/4143364-92015611?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/92015611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/92015611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92015611' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-91742289</id><published>2003-03-31T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T17:02:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it that instead of feeling relaxed and well-rested i always feel exhausted after the weekend?!? Last night ____ and I had a discussion re: my sleep deprivation and we came to the conclusion that.......it was both of our fault for keeping one another up late...ahem...no dirty thoughts here k....heheh...if we're not hanging out watching movies at his bachelor pad, we'd be on the phone jabbering away for hours and hours and hours...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i had a hard partying weekend...had dinner w/ friends at Red Lobster on Friday and went to Yankee Doodle's afterwards...I liked that place...it's all about having ghetto fun there...love the music.  It felt sooooo gooood just lettin' loose on the dance floor...took away all my work-related stress...went to the Palace sat nite...gosh that place is full of kids...thank god i was w/ a man LOL...so more dancing there...by the end of the nite my feet were killing me!!!  can't believe i went clubbing 2 nites in a row...had tons of fun though...ate hot dogs at Pink's afterwards...i thought it was ridiculously funny how we waited forever just to get some damn Pink's hot dogs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i thought i'd let people know about my biggest pet peeve:  FLAKERS.  To all the flakers out there who happen to be my friends: If you have any doubt that you are not going to make it to a planned event w/ me, please let me know at least a day or a few hours in advance.  And DON'T BOTHER GIVING ME ANY STUPID EXCUSES B/C as soon as you tell me you're flaking out I TURN DEAF. Don't get me wrong; I'm not a bitch.  It's completely understandable if things come up unexpectedly and inevitably but people should honor their words.  If you know for sure you are not going to make it, have the courtesy to call IN ADVANCE (not 15 fucking minutes before the planned event) and let the other party know.    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that it is very disrespectful to flake out on your party for stupid dumb reasons i.e. my bf is tired and he doesn't want to drive that far or....it's too far...what the $%*#!!!  I just hate people wasting my time and energy.  Everyone who knows me should know that TIME is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT to me...EVEN MORE IMPORTANT THAN MONEY..cuz I can make money but I can't make TIME. Once it's gone, it's gone for good.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! feels sooooo good to let all of that out...I would like to apologize in advance if i 've hurt anyone's feelings w/ what I said.  And also...in case you're wondering why you can't reach me on my cell...i've turned it off b/c i'm still pissed at certain individuals who flaked on me last friday and have no desire to talk anytime soon...&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/4143364-91742289?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/91742289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/91742289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91742289' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-91517406</id><published>2003-03-27T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T16:20:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *phew, i feel much better...sorry just had to let it out* i've never been more stressed at work...i thought it'd be fun taking on my own clients cuz...they're MINE! But it's crazy...I have this maternal feeling towards them...like...i have to nurture and take good care of whatever financial matters that go on in their lives and their businesses.  I'm a perfectionist which makes it worse cuz I always gotta know everything is fine and under control.  I'm exposed to so many different aspects of the finance industry...it's great learning new things but it's also a pain in the ass cuz ...when it comes to money...everything is a pain in the ass....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo i'm just going to get adjusted to the new workload...i gotta admit...it feels good being able to do the things i do...i like the extra responsibility b/c it means i have more authority...but my god I can't wait for the weekend to come!!!!!!!!!!! Looking forward to a relaxing blockbuster night w/ my sweetie..there's nothing better having him around...dude is awesome =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-91517406?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/91517406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/91517406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91517406' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-91307771</id><published>2003-03-24T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T15:11:59.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have sooooo many things to do yet soooo little time...still gotta do my tax, see my tailor re:clothes for wedding ( i have 2 weddings to attend the next 2 months), see my financial advisor, look for a new place and last but not least...pay SOME attention to Angel.Tales...urggg i've been so busy at work lately... before i used to have some free time to update the website but ever since i took on new clients...my office is a mess, my desk is a mess, i go home late, i take work home, and no free time to mess around online. I enjoy the added responsibilities but heeelllllo STRESS.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank god I have positive and supportive forces around me to keep me going and HAPPY =) I've never been happier. The two most important aspects that affect my happiness in life are: my career and my personal/love life.  Both have been fulfilled beautifully and I can't ask for more.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know s/t interesting? i accidentally stumbled onto an old email from that loser ex-bf today...and i couldn't believe why i let that person hurt me like that...i know i didn't talk about the a-hole in the journal or the website simply cuz the person is not worth my time. man, talking about him simply made me lose my appetite for writing. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-91307771?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/91307771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/91307771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91307771' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-90872235</id><published>2003-03-17T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T11:56:05.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just so you know..i'm still alive =)  yea i haven't had time to write or update Angel.Tales.  With tax season, new clients, shopping, partying and going out ~~~&gt; NO TIME. Thank God I've been very well and HAPPY =) Going out a lot lately though...everytime i'm about to pick up a book the phone rings and i'd be out the door in 5 mins...and when i'm not out and about...i'd be on the phone jabbering away for hourssss...so starting this week...i'll make an effort to do the following: get my lazy @$$ to the gym tues, thurs, sat and go to barnes and noble at least twice a week to build up my investing knowledge.  Oh yea, I'ma try to go there ALONE. The last 3 times i was at B&amp;N, ____ and I ended up spending the entire night looking at men magazines and checking out pictures of half-naked women in Sports Illustrated.  the hell!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why start going to the gym you ask? No, i did not gain any weight LOL...i wish i did!  I just wanna feel and be active. Btw ____, I will TRY to 'work' my tummy so that it looks EXTRA belli-licious in  BRITNEY'S LOW RISE JEANS =) hehehe ...not that it's not already FABULOUS!!!!!  and i'm not bragging...i'm just boasting LOL...i'm proud of my itsy bitsy waist...how it remains flat and tiny with my eating Stouffer's every day for lunch and not working out EVER....it's still a mystery to me...&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/4143364-90872235?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/90872235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/90872235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90872235' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-90316375</id><published>2003-03-07T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T11:26:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo-hoo!!! it's friday!!!!  i'm going away for the weekend, some place exclusive just to relax and de-stress.  Hey I deserve it! Can't tell you where i'm going or with whom cuz i don't want any scrutiny and no Alphie you're not going to sell any juicy gossip to Church Enquirer this time. LOL  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sharing my life in this journal but certain things i.e. my personal life, who i'm dating, or what i'm doing with who i'm dating, I'd like to keep it on the low-low. Most of you probably don't give a shit but trust me i have a hard time dealing w. those who do give a shit and i hate rumors and gossips.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...subject change...i kinda miss my family.  At times I feel guilty for enjoying life too much here in LA and not having time to think of them or miss them. I don't know.  I've been out on my own 5 years now and I'm just so used to being on my own and doing my own things.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I wonder whether I would've turned out the same if I had lived at home the past 5 years.  My family didn't change or affect me the way I am today.  Life experiences and hard learned lessons molded me into " the 22 yr-old, financially secure, career oriented, independent, ambitious,  materialistic, yet sweet, compassionate and loving Tiffany Vu."  Call me arrogant if you want but I'm proud of the person I have become.  Have a good weekend, everyone! &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/4143364-90316375?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/90316375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/90316375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90316375' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-90201196</id><published>2003-03-05T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T15:02:22.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flowers flowers flowers everywhere in the office!!! The past three weeks there hasn't been a day I didn't have fresh flowers around me....pink tulips, red tulips, yellow/orange tulips, orchids, lilies, roses and the list goes oooon...too much of a good thing eh? &lt;br /&gt;can't complain though. I love flowers. So ,  ____ keep'em coming and thank you very much for being the sweetest, most thoughtful, amazing person that you are.  You SPOIL me rotten! I don't think I can find another person who is willing to cater my every need.  Thank you for all the pampering and affection you have given me.  And thank you for "maintaining" me =) ...thank you thank you thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-90201196?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/90201196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/90201196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90201196' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-90098557</id><published>2003-03-03T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T22:42:56.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have to stop smiling!!!!  someone brought me a lot of smiles and beautiful flowers tonight.  i'm speechless and i thought writing my feelings out on here would relieve some of the excitement i'm in =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*going to bed w/ a BIG SMILE on my face*  ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!  =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-90098557?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/90098557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/90098557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90098557' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-90071130</id><published>2003-03-03T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T13:46:36.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* woke up all smiles w/ a surprise waiting for me outside my apt from someone special =)*  Someone took my flowers again! grrrr...  _____  dropped off flowers for me when he got off work at 2am and put them on the front steps of my apt.  It was gone by the time I woke up for work. ahhhh!!! this is the 2nd time this happened. So now..no fresh flowers in my office =(  grrrr...i just don't understand how anyone can take flowers that don't belong to them!?!? especially when my name was on it!!! heheh...oh well...i'm just happy and feeling very spoiled and special...thanks ____, muah!  you're the best!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend recap: fun &amp; relaxing.  Had dinner at EN Sushi friday nite w/ the girls &amp; ____.  Tried sushi (read:not california rolls) for the first time and ewwww...raw fish ain't gonna do it for me.  Went to see "Cradle 2 the Grave" afterwards...good movie...not too violent...DMX is a pretty good actor...kinda cute too.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping by myself on Sat....(everyone should try going shopping alone sometime ...very therapeutic...)Spoiled myself w/ clothes and goodies...didn't get to hang out w/ ____ cuz he's on duty 'til monday but we did a lot of talking on the phone.  All in all it was a nice weekend...did some reading at Borders on Sunday....thinking of going there again tonight..gotta keep up w/ my reading.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very busy at work today...didn't get to go out for lunch =(  i should stop making this a habit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-90071130?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/90071130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/90071130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90071130' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-89929931</id><published>2003-02-28T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T16:32:42.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!! sooo exhausted &amp; busy in the office past few days...Finished a big project today. Thought i'd go crazy looking at all the numbers and symbols.  Waiting to hear back from the CEO...hope he likes what I did. Plus, i'm taking on new clients and it's kinda overwhelming.  So much to learn.  &lt;deep breath&gt; .  Life after UCLA has been great so far.  Just ballin' and enjoying life.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some words of wisdom for soon-to-be-graduates: "KNOW WHAT YOU WANT AND GET IT!"  The hardest part of getting what you want is FINDING OUT WHAT EXACTLY IT IS THAT YOU WANT.  Once you realized it, the rest is easy.  And oh yea, you shouldn't give a f*ck what major you're graduating with cuz the reality is...most of you won't be doing anything related to your major.  &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/4143364-89929931?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89929931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89929931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89929931' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-89849032</id><published>2003-02-27T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T09:45:22.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a loooooong day/nite yesterday. After a looong&amp;hard day in the office, went to jen's frat event to show support {thnx **** for going w/ me=)}. Oh man... sitting there I felt sooooooo relieved that I graduated and landed a great job.  I could totally feel the pain and anxiety these seniors r going thru.  I was in their shoes this time last year!!!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went clubbing afterwards w/ mah homies heheh...can u believe that?!?  one minute i'm at this professional event in biz clothing, the next minute i'm all hooched out LOL.  Had to change in the car !  We dropped by 'good 'n plenty' and i ended up bumpin' into my happy happy friends (read:happy gay friends lol) the boys were just there having dinner...met up w/ my group and went across street to dance to 80's music...ummmm wasn't that poppin'....not my atmosphere...and def. not my music.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, yet very happy at end of nite...stripped off my clothes &amp; jumped right into bed w/ a big smile on my face....what can i say...it's a wonderful life....&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/4143364-89849032?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89849032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89849032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89849032' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-89734058</id><published>2003-02-25T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T13:31:37.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*feeling very happy &amp; content* Light workload today in the office. Any suggestion on how to decorate my office??. Right now files and paperwork take up so much space cuz it's tax season...but as soon as it's over...i'm gonna give my office a makeover LOL =)It's nice to have my own work space...much better than a cubicle...more privacy. Lonely at times though. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a very happy place in life right now...everything is going the way it's supposed to...counting my blessings everyday.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-89734058?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89734058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89734058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89734058' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-89626861</id><published>2003-02-23T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T17:49:06.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i feel sooo spoiled!!! I have beautiful fresh flowers everywhere in my apt.!!! I LOVE IT!!!  {note to guys:if you want to make a girl smile, bring her fresh flowers =)} Thanks { **** }for your generosity and thoughtfulness.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...went to Century last nite...the girls and i sure know how to get our freak on LOL...people kept asking (jokingly) if my chicks and i were lesbians cuz we were all over each other....c'mon!!!! this is L friggen' A ...LA that is....and we love to dance =)...went to Denny's for breakfast afterwards..didn't get home 'til 5am!!!!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's now Sunday and i just got back from a nice brunch...can't go into details...cuz...just cuz =)    My chick friend and I went  shopping on Venice beach afterwards....it was nice strolling on the beach and shopping at the same time....what a life eh? what else can a girl ask for ....beautiful flowers, loving friends, good food, nice clothes...and a cool office to look forward to coming in on Monday.  It's a wonderful life =)      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-89626861?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89626861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89626861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89626861' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-89578872</id><published>2003-02-22T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T17:01:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*feeling happy &amp; relaxed*  omg, the girls are going crazy over Mr. February LOL =) Angel.Tales&amp;Co. is getting so many emails from the gals requesting his contact info. Mr. February and A.T.&amp;Co. are comtemplating on the possibility. Jey is a dear friend of ours and so we have to look out for him =). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i'm enjoying my weeekend.  Did some shoppping earlier (read: 2 hrs in Forever 21, 1 hr in victoria's secret, 11/2 hrs in Macy's!!!!=&gt;{someone owes me a "Thank You Tiffany" =)}  oh yea, i bought the cutest cutest underwear from VS. I loooooove VS lingerie...it is the ultimate definition of 'what is sexy'...Too bad you won't get to see me wear it =)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-89578872?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89578872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89578872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89578872' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-89403420</id><published>2003-02-19T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T09:31:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who I partied w/ last weekend?!?!  &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/angeltales2003//george.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;George&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/angeltales2003//meandgeoff.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Geoff Stultz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; =) George is the one who plays the cop (Lucy's bf) on "7th Heaven" and Geoff plays his brother (or Mary's bf) on the show. The funny thing is they're brothers in real life!!! Such hotties eh?  Just so you know Geoff is one big, FINE guy...George 's got a rockin' body and a cute face as well....Too bad girls, they're taken!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-89403420?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89403420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89403420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89403420' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-89330344</id><published>2003-02-18T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T00:02:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had such a long and fun weekend. Went to a &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//charity1.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; church charity function &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  . Met a lot of really nice &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//charity3.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;people&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; stayed out real late and had a WONDERFUL time.  Btw, for those of you who are keeping track of my single/love life (lol), I went out w/ someone the other day. Interesting huh? After months and months of rejecting guys who asked me out, i've finally given in. Why you ask?  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's s/o i have s/t in common with and who can carry a conversation! =) (note to guys in general: TALK; DON'T JUST STARE LOL) to top it off, he's a cop...so that makes it triple interesting eh =)  so yea, we had a GREAT time. I won't go into details b/c there's this thing called "privacy." =) So you just have to use your imagination LOL. j/k.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I feel soooo liberated!!! remember that jade bracelet that wav LITERALLY stuck on my wrist for the longest time?!?! I FINALLY GOT THAT PIECE OF CRAP OFF MY WRIST!!!!! (big sigh of relief)  Thanks to a certain officer out there!!!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. I'd like to thank Quang for convincing (read:forcing) me to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//charity2.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;charity function &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday.  It was really nice to see everyone from the Mammoth trip again. And extra nice meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;Also I'd like to thank Paul for taking me to the event. Sorry for ditching you. Not!  you drunken bastard =) btw, thanks for letting me know my HOT factor LOL. =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-89330344?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89330344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89330344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89330344' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-89135140</id><published>2003-02-15T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T18:05:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> i got the cutest, &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//thongs.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;sexiest thongs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from victoria's secret on valentines!!! woo-hooo!!!!  Thank you*****!!! I didn't expect it at all!!!! You surprised me...as always. You're right; I don't need a bf to wear sexy lingerie =)&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/4143364-89135140?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89135140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89135140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89135140' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-89080492</id><published>2003-02-14T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T09:19:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh Valentine's Day is here and Angel.Tales. is not complete!!!! See, Angel.Tales. &amp; Co. is supposed to make its debut on V-day...but the problem is...my lazy @$$.  Everything is complete except for the Bachelor of the Month section.  I've been TRYING to scour the male population and look for the "IT" guy.  Went to Tet Festival last week, no luck there. OC guys = nothing special. heheh j/k ..Went clubbing w/ my chicks at Century last Sat...SOME potential guys but NO CAMERA!!! Urggg!!! I just had to forget my camera at home...Well, Angel.Tales.  sent out a few emails last week and ..can you believe it?...a few guys actually emailed us their pictures!! How vain is that lol...j/k...thanks GUYS!!   But sorry Angel.Tales. &amp; Co. is looking for a guy with an EDGE.  So I guess we'll give ourselves another week..unless we're really DESPERATE and our funding is running out...we won't settle for less. I know I need to get punished for my procrastination..but then again...i'm the founder of Angel.Tales. &amp; Co.  it's good to be your own boss. =) 'nite...&lt;br /&gt;.......going to bed happy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-89080492?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89080492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/89080492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89080492' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-88621883</id><published>2003-02-05T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T21:57:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brief report from the weekend:  Exhausted body &amp; soul. As expected, it was a crazy,busy,fun vietnamese new year's weekend. Church party took FOREVER with so many performances and LOTS of food. Got a lot of compliments on my dress.(To the church peeps, it'd be nice if you guys name me "Best Dressed To Church"hehe) Anyway, went to OC for &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//tet.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Tet Festival&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; w/ &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//tiff.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;lan,juan,and jules &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. We did a lot of walking,eating,and boyz watching.Sorry to report, OC guys=nothing special. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;I think my taste in guys is slowly ascending for the better. I'm into "pretty boys" now.  No more so-so scrawny looking guys.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Back to lan's house for heavy gambling which i ended up losing what could have been my lunch money for the entire week. Argg...&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, had to go w/ my parents to the airport to meet up with our relatives who had a connecting flight to vietnam. It was HELL running around in my 4 inch heels trying to find the right terminal. Ahhhh!!! Btw, LAX reminded me of my traveling days....ummm...forget it...don't want to dwell into it.  Didn't get back to my apt 'til midnight and i had work the next day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-88621883?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88621883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88621883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88621883' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-88339430</id><published>2003-01-31T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T00:08:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Vietnamese New Year's!!! I'll be super busy this weekend w/ all the festivity going on at church and hanging out w/ friends. It feels like I have a million things to do, but so little time. Hey, question for people who celebrate chinese/vietnamese NY this weekend. Do y'all feel the spirit of the NY?  I mean...do y'all care? I don't know if i've become too whitewashed...but cultural things don't mean much to me...if anything at all. Anyway, i'll fill u in w/ my weekend events...after the weekend of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, speaking of whitewashed-ness, for those of you who know me, i've had blonde/light brown hair for...like...ever.(note:dying hair is like trying drugs. Once you start, you can't stop even if you want to. But in most cases, you don't want to) I love my hair color simply cuz it  matches my complexion and makes me look (ghetto) fabulous. It's a pain in the ass having to retouch every 3 weeks but it's all worth it. However, What's more of a pain in the ass is that people tend to make CRAZY assumptions about me based on the color of my hair. To CERTAIN people, I am a fun loving club hopping partying chick or worse, a sell-out, &lt;br /&gt;whitewashed fun loving club hopping partying chick.I AM SO F'ING FRUSTRATED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I club hop from time to time cuz helllllo...i live in LA and i am happily SINGLE! (Thank God!) but i don't do that all the damn time. Most of the time I'm too busy making money, spending money and learning about investing (my new found love) to make more money. But the bottom line is I love the asian-ness in me. I love being a vietnamse girl (viet girls are hot dude). I don't think I am whitewashed just cuz of my hair color or my lifestyle.  It's really hard staying true to yourself (esp. if you live in LA)  but I make an attempt to do so everyday. &lt;br /&gt;So WHATEVER (!) to whoever thinks whatever.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-88339430?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88339430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88339430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88339430' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-88118838</id><published>2003-01-27T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T10:51:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>event occurred on 01/24/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial plan was to spend a mellow Sat night bumming around the apt watching HBO movies (ahhh thank god for HBO!!!) Phone rang @ 6:30pm. B. insisted that I go bar hopping with her and her friends. Tried to come up with lame excuses not to go. B.'s ex came on the line and insisted that we meet up. Hmmm...As usual, it was really happening on Sunset Strip. Pretty people everywhere. I'm looking good and ready to take on the night.&lt;br /&gt;Cat-calling left and right as soon as we stepped out of the car. I love Sunset. Britney low-rise jeans, high heels, blonde hair and you'll have guys jocking you from every direction. Checking out the scene in Dublins. So-so looking people. Packed dance floor. Good music. One of B.'s friends thought i was cute so he bought me and the chicas drinks. As usual...Shirley Temple please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later...Miyagi's right across...have never been there...heard that it's really popping...with lots of asian guys. Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto Miyagi's then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, the house was packed...Miyagi's that is. Went thru throngs and throngs of people only to find myself squished between sweaty bodies (urg!) Luckily...(or not)...this one BIG bouncer spotted me, took my hand, said I looked cute and that he thinks I should be dancing up on top of the bar. Uh say what? Heh...fun..."C'mon I'll carry you up there" Heh...Heh...Okay. Better up &lt;br /&gt;there than down here right?  &lt;br /&gt;So BIG bouncer put me up on top of the bar counter and made sure the bartender will 'bartend' my "needs"...LOL...cute bartender btw. It felt good being up there. First of all, I got the best view of the entire club (guys alert!) Second of all....I was up there and people were down there looking up at me...what else matters!? heh...I think I made a lot of money for the bar that night...Guys were coming over buying drinks and flirting. Guys telling me 'they're in love.' Guys...guys...guys everywhere...helllllo attention!!! It's funny. Five mins later they put up a fine ass girl...she's so petite...and oh so gorgeous. I think I might've given her a &lt;br /&gt;wrong impression by repeatedly telling her  she was beautiful. The girl was HOT...mocha skin, full lips, curly blonde hair (yay, blonde hair). Up there we were...2 petite chicks...with itsy bitsy waists and light hair...doing our thang...now that was sexy...all in the name of good ol' fun. And the crowd went wild.  At one point, guys were putting money in our pants...I (politely) declined...hence..."I'm not a prostitute but I can give you what you want."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours and a few shots later.....................I'm in bed.naked.alone.and happy........................10 hours later...in bed reflecting. I had some good CLEAN fun. Emphasize on CLEAN. Sure, I could've hooked up with any guy I wanted and had amazing orgasmic experience. But that's simply not me.  I'm completely 100% opposite from the image people often form of me. Having sex is sexy; having sex with THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE is sexier. And so I wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-88118838?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88118838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88118838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88118838' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-88118511</id><published>2003-01-27T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T17:05:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>event occured on  01/11/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to get out of my office and take a vacation!!!!! So &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//mammoth.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Mammoth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I went...with a bunch of people...some of whom became my  &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//people.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after the trip....Anyways, Mammoth was breathtakingly beautiful.  Gorgeous, just simply gorgeous.  Makes me appreciate God's creations.  We had a really nice cabin with a beautiful view.  Snowboarding? Tried it. Hated it. &lt;br /&gt;I mean...having both of my feet stuck on a board while gravity takes its toll...come on!!!! I felt so trapped and not in control.  It was horrible.  The worst thing was...&lt;gasp&gt;I GOT LOST!!!! I know!!! Stranded on the mountain of Mammoth with miles and miles of snow &lt;br /&gt;around me and no friendly face in sight.  I didn't freak out though.  I thought it was actually nice to be by myself for a little bit. A little bit...I thought.  Not 2 freakin' hours!!!  I made quite a few friends though. Strangers, feeling sorry for me, stopped to make&lt;br /&gt;conversation and helped me get my ass off the ground. Met some cute guys who completely bailed out on me once I lost hold of my board which went flying out of control. Urg!  Good thing the board didn't kill anyone.  So after 2 hours of butt sliding on my board and walking down the snowy mountain with the board from time to time(can you believe it?!? walking!!!!it was utterly embarrassing!!!), I've decided that I should just stick with what I do best and love most: SHOPPING.  Screw snowboarding. I could've used the money i spent on rentals and lift ticket on a pair of sexy stilletos. &lt;br /&gt;As I soaked my oh so aching body in the steaming jacuzzi later that day, I tried reflecting the snowboarding experience.  Although I still don't know how to snowboard I did learn a thing or two about myself through this experience...for example...I may lose control being on the snowboard, I don't lose control in life. I must admit...getting lost in that mountain was pretty creepy...&lt;br /&gt;especially when I had no idea where I was or how the hell I will ever SNOWBOARD down that steep ass mountain (much thanks to the "intermediate" snowboarding bastards who put me there in the first place...j/k i love you guys). I was very much surprised that I didn't get freaked out. I controlled the panic and turned it into an enjoyable learning experience. &lt;br /&gt;* Woo-Hoo!!! I was one of the 3 finalists in &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bruinzgurl//blackjack.html"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Hard Core Black Jack in Mammoth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-88118511?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88118511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88118511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88118511' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-88016126</id><published>2003-01-25T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T13:57:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &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/4143364-88016126?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88016126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88016126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88016126' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143364.post-88015337</id><published>2003-01-25T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T11:57:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[written on 01.01.03 as occurred the night before]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!! Out and about all night with friends. Time mostly spent in the car hopping from place to place. Had to count down the NY'  IN THE CAR (!!!) on our way to a party. Met interesting people, though no potential hookups. I guess I'm still not giving in. Why settle when I can be happy, single, and free. Though if the right guy comes along, we'll see (wink). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party at first glance had a lot of potential...30 minutes later...perfect location...wrong crowd...Picture this...beautiful ocean front Malibu beach house (water flapping against rocks, breezy wind). Booze was everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;so were various kinds of..ahem...substance. Hip hop music playing in the background. But...no one was dancing. Apparently people were way into...what do those druggies call it...ahh..blazing... Yea, weed smoking and heavy drinking&lt;br /&gt;were all that took place. After an hour of witnessing what could be some of the most interesting interactions between people. I...(gasp)...YAWNED!!! I mean...the whole thing wasn't happening at all despite the GORGEOUS, BREATHTAKING, most  AMAZING SCENERY. We had the whole property to ourselves...everything was absolutely beautiful and perfect...yet not a party!!! Drugs, yes. Booze, yes. Girls, yes. Boys, YES.  Flirting, moderate (cuz people were WAYYYY INTO 'BLAZING'!!!). And NO DANCING IT UP!!! Well, I did meet some cute guys who had enough nerves to come up and introduce themselves.I thought one of them was cute and my type (um..kinda). But turn off: heavy smoking.  He's Korean...what do you expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night...while drifting on and off on the road...it dawned on me.  It's not where you party...but it's HOW and WHO you party with that matters. Sure, we had the most perfect location for a new year's eve party. But it just wasn't jumping at all. The people I met were nice, decent people regardless of their "habits." I guess they are just mellow party-ers who find fun in 'blazing' on the beach instead of getting down with the music. All in all...all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143364-88015337?l=bruinzchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88015337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143364/posts/default/88015337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruinzchick.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88015337' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588592020163958372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
