~({In the Heart of London})~

Doctor, Doctor

2009-08-12T17:24:22Z

Today I finally got checked out to see if I’m healthy since the car crash. My primaries didn’t have anything until September so I opted to go to Urgent Care (cry babies et. all). I’m actually perfectly fine. The doc said I had great reflexes and my spine was okay. Now all that’s left to do is sleep. I’m actually a bit tired. There’s something about visiting the doctors that makes me want to get a full twelve hours of sleep.

Tomorrow I’m going to the zoo with a group of friends. I’m so excited, not only because I get to see the aniamls, but because I get to hang out with my friends.

Rollercoaster!

2009-08-10T06:00:22Z

So, I haven't added a public post in awhile so I've decided that today I will. My life after graduating high school has been filled with spending time with friends and the like. Six months (or over six) ago I was undoubtly excited about leaving Washington to go to Johns Hopkins University. Three months ago, it hadn't hit me yet. Now, it's hit me and I can honestly say that I don't want to leave. Leaving is going to be the hardest thing I would do (at least the hardest in the short life I've lived up until now). I'm truely blessed to have so many amazing friends and I'm blessed to have met so many amazing people. The life I've lead up until now has some proud moments and some not to proud moments. But most of all, I've enjoyed every bit of it.

This summer so far has been amazing. I have a renewed sense of spirtuality and a renewed sense of friendship. It's crazy to think now that a few years so, I couldn't wait to go to parties that played beer pong and where all the crazy gossip-worthy stuff happened. It's also crazy to think that I've been to a few. Thankfully nothing bad happened to me, but I hear stories now and I just shake my head.

This summer has also been amazing because I've met amazing people. =) I've renewed a lot of my old friendships and strengthened the ones I had kept. I've also realized that teachers make great friends after high school.

If I could relive a summer, it wouldn't be last summer when I went on my huge vacation to China, it would be this summer. I've grown so much as a person. =)

Enough of the sappy stuff. This summer I also happened to get into a car crash. My best friend and I were in the car going to pick up a friend for youth group and we were rear endeding. My best friend was driving and we were at a stop light. The other girl that was driving was driving uninsured. Her car totaled the back of my best friend's car and pushed us all the way across an intersection. There's a few nasty pictures on my Facebook of the car. The amazing thing is none of us were hurt. We just had a bit of a whiplash, but that's normal considering what had happened.

I'm going to set a goal to post a 100 word minimum blog entry every day.

Aquarius Series

2009-05-30T17:57:20Z

Please support my art! View and comment @ DeviantArt

Preview of the Aquarius set:

Life

2009-05-23T00:04:17Z

My life can't be any more bleh than it already is. Everything's rolling so slowly yet so fast. I have 9 more days of high school before I'm moving to join the big world. I thought I was supposed to enter the "big world" when I turned 18, what a joke.

I'm super happy that I'll be in Hopkins this fall, but I can't help but think, what if? What if I don't live up to the standards? What if I procrastinate more than I already am (senioritus: full blown)? Everything's a big what if, but I can't live life thinking of the future. At least not too much.

Best moment of the week: Someone asked me, "So are you Asian or are you Chinese?" Well, dugh. I'm both? Poor girl seriously thought China was a country. HA!

However, I am pretty excited that it's been sunny these last couple of days. Ta!

Need Feedback!

2009-04-26T02:08:58Z

A poem for creative writing class. Criticize it and give some compliments too. :)

First Time Reading Grimm’s Fairytales

Still,
shudder,
stop!
A sudden
hush.
“Shush!”
Eyes widen,
stilted
silence.
World shut.
Dreams died.
Close the book.
Disney lied.

Blog Time!!!

2009-04-14T06:55:13Z

fahRANce?

BLOG TIME!

From weimoner8: "so, when the video ended, an ad came up that siad "How Gay is Your Husband," and I thought, hmm, that's a tricky question. I would get a husband, but that would probably mean he's pretty darn gay 'cause I'm a guy and all. So based on that, my husband would have to be pretty close to 100% gay, I supposed."

1st Beautiful Day of the Year

2009-04-07T01:51:16Z

Technically yesterday was but today is so much prettier so I'm dubbing TODAY the 1st beautiful day of the year. :)

Valentines Meme

2009-02-12T03:59:59Z

Love Box

Remember in grade school where every Valentine's day you'd make a little mailbox and all your friends (or crushes, who knows) would leave you little goodies? .. No? Really? WELL. Let's try that here.

♥ comment with your username
♥ find your friends' threads and leave them anything. a compliment, an icon, a song, anything.

Doll Maker!

2009-02-09T02:13:32Z

Er... I've been playing around with the dollmaker (yet again). I absolutely love the dress that the doll is wearing on the left. I would die to find that kind of dress in the store. And the shoes??? Need I say I love heels with bows at the toes?

Asian Overachiever

2009-02-08T22:46:19Z

This mock definition was taken from the draft Sarah of the online orignal fiction work Trouble Starts With a Q by Myrika.

ASIAN OVERACHIEVER: This specimen of homo sapiens is of Asian descent; it is also known as "an overwhelmingly excellent student" but perhaps unflatteringly referred to as "nerd" and "geek." While this humanoid may have black hair and almond-shaped brown eyes, it is often hidden behind a pair of glasses and an anxious, single-minded ambition to outshine other homo sapiens it considers to be racially inferior. Its natural habitat is the academic classroom with other students, but perhaps because of said ambition, it does not get along well with fellow Asian overachievers since they consider each other rivals. They have been known to fight to death over things such as: class rank, grades, GPA, SAT, ACT.

Once removed from the classroom, the specimen has been known to display shock and confusion. It often cannot think for itself - this is due to the strong strain of Confucian tradition found in every overachiever's genes. One will usually find a pair of powerful parents ever pushing the overachiever towards higher academic honors and family glory. The specimen tends to mature late in life, often mating after "graduate college" but always in wedlock and always with those of Asian descent. It should be noted that this has not been scientifically proven, but there seems to be some perceptible divisions within the community of Asian overachievers, hinting at an odd fashion of selective mating. The Korean breed, for instance, will never reproduce with the Japanese breed.

See also, "DOCTOR" and "ENGINEER" and "LAWYER" and "SCIENTIST."

I had such a great laugh over this. Partially because it's so true (especially when applied to me). I can think of a few other people that this applies to as well.

Note: I got my grades back from Semester 1. I still have a 4.0GPA and is now the only senior with a 4.0. (YES!)

papayacrazy @ 2009-01-26T12:21:00

2009-01-26T20:22:28Z

Conversation as logged on my computer by the application Pidgin:

Conversation with vietguy105 at 1/25/2009 11:05:02 PM on infowithheld (aim)
(11:05:02 PM) VietGuy105: asl
(11:05:49 PM) Annie: I'm 6000million years old, asexual, and I live among the lilly pads
(11:06:17 PM) VietGuy105: how big are your breasts, do you shave down there?
(11:07:39 PM) Annie: I'm not human. I am a no entity. Therefore I have no physical form. By some heaven sent miracle I've been given invisible fingers that can type on a keyboard.
(11:08:04 PM) VietGuy105: what school do you go to ?
(11:08:31 PM) Annie: I am 6000million years old. I don't go to school. Dugh.
(11:09:48 PM) Annie: dear dear poor mistaken human. you seem to assume I'm a girl.
(11:10:07 PM) Annie: what if I was a guy? are there such things as breast measurements for guys?
(11:10:25 PM) VietGuy105: you are a girl
(11:10:39 PM) Annie: are you so sure? and besides. I'm a no entity. I have no gender.
(11:10:42 PM) Annie: and I'm asexual
(11:10:59 PM) VietGuy105: you go to ehs
(11:11:41 PM) Annie: err... sure...
(11:11:49 PM) Annie: everlasting heavenly space
(11:12:55 PM) Annie: well Mr. VietGuy105, I seem to have lost my spacial order of things.
(11:13:09 PM) Annie: my neutrons seem to have misaligned themselves again
(11:13:46 PM) Annie: I need to pick up my copy of pseudoscience and analyze the matter at hand.
(11:13:50 PM) Annie: Goodbye.

My screen-name has been changed but his hasn't.

I love messing with poor suckers who are looking for dating conquests online. I have no clue how he knew that I go to EHS, probably from my livejournal or my myspace. Whatever. I don't think it's myspace though because my myspace HAS my age, sex, and location. I think I freaked the poor guy out. lol. Well, at least I know he won't bother me again.

Welcome Barack Obama

2009-01-26T20:10:02Z

As I woke up this morning, I had completely forgotten about the inauguration. The night I had a paper I needed to finish. As soon as I got to school I was surprised with the fact that the inauguration was this morning! I went through the rest of my day waiting patiently to hear his speech and then after his speech, to see my high school marching band march by the new president. I was obscenely proud that the Evergreen High School marching band got picked to be in the inaugural parade.

This evening, as I was watching KGW news at 7PM, they asked their viewers a question: What do you think about President Obama’s inagural speech? I had to reply on twitter. Knowing twitter, you could only post so many words, posting more characters was not allowed. Originall I wrote: Like everyone else, I feel awed by the extent of this historical event. President Barack Obama has definetely lifted the hopes of the American peoples. As a teenager, I feel an overwhelming sense of hope. His inagural address made me feel cared about and taken care of. My future couldn’t be in better hands. I was way over my word limit so I finally cut it down to: As a teenager, I feel an overwhelming sense of hope. His inagural address made me feel cared about. My future couldn’t be in better hands. At about 7:20ish, my response got featured on live television. I was so stoked!

I know that I will remember this day for years to come. I’ve lived through many historical events, the handing over of Hong Kong back to China, the 9-11 attack, the War on Iraq (and other middle-eastern countries), the economic turmoil, the 2008 Chinese Summer Olympics, and now this: The inauguration of President Barack Obama. God bless America. God bless the world.

Signature Piece (Final)

2009-01-20T07:43:03Z

Anyone want to edit my joke of final essay? I hate doing it. I hate it. Period. This sucks. Life sucks. Someone bite me.

A Merging of Two Worlds

A young girl’s memory of her birthplace
My fondest childhood memory of China is, surprisingly, of going grocery shopping. Grocers weren’t necessarily stores. More often than not, they were roadside stalls, the biked carts of nomadic traders, and very small alley stores. A collection of these ragtag sellers in a specific location formed the People’s Markets . They opened every day, rain or shine. For a group of people who didn’t know each other very well, they were very good at arranging themselves for the convenience of their buyers; meat was sold in one section, fruits and vegetables in another, and miscellaneous items in another. Items were always fresh. Fresh cut or fresh picked, ripe, colorful, and fragrant. Customers swarmed the road to shop, talk, sample, yell, barter . Vendors called out deals, urging various shoppers to examine their products. Many of the customers were on good terms with the sellers and when it was a slow day, the customers would halt their expedition to talk with a favorite vendor.

Here, the adults met with their friends. Mothers met with mothers to exchange child rearing tips. “Oh? Hui-Hui won’t finish her rice without a Coke? That’s bad for her digestion! Take away her toys since she’s being so naughty.” Grandmothers and grandfathers gathered to talk about their grandchildren over a game of mahjong. “Hui-Hui has grown so much! She’s going to be going to prep-school soon.” Husbands met with other husbands to acquire wife handling techniques. “When she gets into one of her moods just let her rant. Nod and make like you’re listening.” Gossip reigned supreme; little ladies clutching their purchases stopped to exchange juicy bits of information with their friends . “Have you heard? The lady that lives down the hall from me is getting a divorce.” We, children, listened with weary eyes, but more often than not we darted from our caretakers to play hide-and-seek among the merchandise with each other.

The children were as much a part of the organized chaos as the adults were. As a young baby I was strapped onto my mother’s back, but as I grew older I graduated from the backseat to the front seat. At two years old I either got carried in her arms or walked beside her legs. My mother would grip tightly to my hand as my feet paddled to keep up among the crowd. Things were big, bold, beautiful , and sometimes a bit smelly. When my mother wasn’t watching me, I would deliberately step on discarded pieces of vegetables to hear them crunch beneath my feet. I played with the other children, darting between the apples and oranges in a haphazard game of tag, while my mother talked with her friends and we all generally had a good time. Going to the marketplace wasn’t a chore, it was a pleasure.

A young girl’s impression of her new home
America introduced me to many new things but it also changed what I loved. My first time in an American grocery store unsettled me. My mother took me to a small Asian specialty store in downtown Portland. When I asked why it was all inside a building, my mother had to explain that in America people didn’t shop in People’s Markets. Inside , the lights were dim and everything smelled funny. The meat was precut and placed in foam plates covered with shinny smooth wrapping. The spices were prepackaged and labeled with strange letters. The fruit and vegetables didn’t smell good and looked a bit dead. Everything was priced and organized meticulously. The sheer amount of aisles, all long and straight, had me dizzied. It was strange to see so many different products in one place.

As the years went on I realized how robotic everything was. In a giant Food 4 Less, I observed the curious ritual of grocery shopping. Most shoppers had lists; they zoomed right to what they had to buy and didn’t stop to examine the other products. Everyone clogged the way with giant yellow carts filled to the brim with groceries. It seemed like everyone’s diets consisted of prepackaged junk like Doritos, Ramen, mass prepared factory bread, and refrigerator frozen meat . None of the customers stopped to chat with the uniformed workers. Children simply didn’t misbehave. Playing hide-and-seek among the fruits and vegetables was a big no-no. I concluded that shopping was a weekly event instead of a daily event. Who wanted to go grocery shopping? No one, it was a chore. It wasn’t very fun, I don’t blame them.

A young girl’s journey through school
I entered America knowing no English. I had no one to teach me and my education in China hadn’t included English. My mother tried her best and bought us a television. Every day I was instructed to flip through the channels and soak in what I could. Soon, I discovered channel 10 and fell irrevocably in love with Sesame Street and Bill Nye. I kept watching because the colors on Sesame Street were pretty and Bill Nye was funny when he started blowing up stuff. Channel 10 became the default unless my mother was trying to watch the weather reports. Her English wasn’t much better than mine. She knew the basics, but the rapid English the big yellow bird spoke flew just as quickly over her head as it did mine.

I entered kindergarten with a minimal knowledge of English. I knew ‘hello’, ‘goodbye’, and ‘thank you.’ Thanks to Sesame Street, I could sing the English alphabet but I couldn’t comprehend the letters. A television could only teach so much. I sat near the back of the classroom while my mom explained to the teacher in broken English that I probably wouldn’t be able to understand her English words.

I sat in class like any other good student, but I couldn’t help but notice how the characteristics of American superstores also prevailed in American classrooms. (obviously this paragraph isn't done)

Sometimes it angered me that I couldn’t understand my teacher and I often felt isolated. On the first day of school, the girl who sat next to me tried to ask me my name. I remember her saying strange words and repeatedly pointed to her name tag. Eventually, I realized she was asking my name and telling me hers. It was all very Tarzan and Jane. The others soon realized I couldn’t understand them and for the most part, left me alone. During breaks, I would sit in the corner with the puzzles and watch longingly while the other kids went and played house with the dolls and teacups.

Eventually I grew frustrated because I couldn’t understand and I really wanted to play in the dollhouse with the others girls. I started studying the language from television and from books I would borrow from the library. The first word I taught by myself was from a small white book with gold binding. The word was ‘duck’: d-u-c-k. I was so proud of myself. Halfway through the first grade I started speaking fluent English. My teacher, Mrs. White, noticed and encouraged me to bring home classroom books. It was then that I grew to love learning. I reveled that I knew the difference between ‘w’ and ‘c’ and I could string words together to form ‘happy’ and ‘sad’. Though I didn’t make my first friend until the second grade, I never had another Tarzan and Jane experience.

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Teacher says I need to connect the second part of the essay, my education, with the first part of my essay, the marketplace, since it seemed like two separate essays to him. GAH!!! WTF!!! He should have told me this last Monday when he was SUPPOSED to have all our drafts handed back with his comments. Instead, he gives it to me Friday. I didn't have time to do it Friday, Saturday, Sunday, or Today (dance, volunteer, and work). WTF. I hate my life.

ANGST

I'm angry!!!

Doll Maker

2009-01-05T01:58:44Z

Just a short post. I haven't posted in awhile so I'm going to do a small 'my life' update. Christmas was a bummer. We were snowed in and before all the snow we had delayed from buying anything. So, after Christmas my mom took my brother and me shopping. I got a lot of stuff. So far I have 6 new coats/jackets and a lot of new lotions. -giggles-

On the other hand, I've been so bored that I've been playing around with doll makers online. Aren't they cute? I really like their hair. Hm... maybe I'll grow mine out or add extensions and have a stylist teach me how to style it. (Btw, the internet is still down. It's traveling at about 32kb/sec. Ugh.)

Immigrant Family Destroyed

2008-12-11T02:35:01Z

In San Diego an immigrant Koreans family was destroyed after a military plane crashed into their house. The four other members of his family; his wife, his two daughters, and his mother-in-law all perished. The pilot of the military plane ejected himself from the aircraft after a tree clipped a wing on the plane. He survived.

The Korean immigrant does not blame the pilot for his actions. He still feels sorrow over his tragic loss but he prays that the pilot does not blame himself for this unavoidable tragedy.

"I don't have any hard feelings," Dong Yun Yoon, 37, told reporters near the rubble where his home once stood. "I know he did everything he could."
"Please pray for him not to suffer from this accident," Dong Yun Yoon said. "I know he is one of our treasured for the country."

Read here at msnbc.com: Immigrant doesn't blame pilot for deadly crash

Interesting Article on Prisoner Torture

2008-12-10T04:12:01Z

I found this amazing interesting article on prison torture techniques being used in the war on Iraq. Apparently, prisoners are now being blasted with rock music by ACDC, Good Charlotte, Queen, etc. for 20 hours a day. Since most of the prisoners have never been exposed to music before (it was banned) they're being driven slowly insane. Its a form of psychological torture that aims to create fear, disorient, and prolong capture shock. Plenty have lost their minds.

Now, musicians are protesting the use of their music as forms of tourture. You can read the full article by going to the link below:

“You’re in agony,” Ahmed, who was released without charge in 2004, told Reprieve. He said the agony was compounded when music was introduced, because “before you could actually concentrate on something else, try to make yourself focus on some other things in your life that you did before and take that pain away.
“It makes you feel like you are going mad,” he said.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28144557/

Feeling Under Weather

2008-12-10T02:16:16Z

I've been feeling kind of groggy this past week, always tired and always zapped of energy. For example, Saturday night I slept at 9PM and woke up Sunday morning 6AM to my mom'sbeckons. I had 9 hours of sleep but I still felt so tired. Even days when I have 12 hours of sleep I inevitably end up falling asleep. Nothing's working. My mother seems to think I'm short of vitamins but I don't know... I'm regularly taking iron and vitamin C pills.

My letter of acceptance/rejection is going to be e-mail next Monday! Yikes! I'm so nervous. Erin's getting her letter from University of Pennsylvania (early decision) this Friday! Yikes! She feels like she's going to barf. I know exactly what she means. At least I'll have weekend plans to distract me until Monday but she doesn't get that. Why does college acceptance have to be so stressful? I get the system, it's cool and all, but I'm SO nervous and the waiting superly sucks.

World Aids Day 2008

2008-12-02T06:25:37Z

Take the Lead

Dead Cat Dissection

2008-12-02T06:22:57Z

Today I did my cat dissection and well... it wasn't as traumatizing as I thought it would be. My awesome lab partner, John, was really good about listening to all my "ew, ew, ew"s. Touching the dead cat wasn't a problem but the smell of the preservative almost made me pass out. Ugh. And the cat leaked because most of the fluid was still inside. Nasty. They're all perfused, so no blood.

I told John to get us a pure black cat and luckily we found one. I named it Batman, after our famous Gotham city hero. This is the story behind Batman: He got shot one day and all the x-rays stopped working so we're cutting him open to remove the bullet. It's all justified. We're saving him, not ravishing his poor dead body.

I heard that last year, the human anatomy class had three cats with babies inside. Ugh. Lynch, the anatomy teacher at that time, took out the dead fetuses and proceeded to show the class. Okay, dissecting a stray cat (put down very humanly) for educational purposes and showing a class dead cat babies are totally different things. Luckily, my Batman is a male and I wouldn't have to go through the trauma of finding dead fetuses inside MY cat.

Some table group got this fat fat white cat. Poor thing. Another table got a cat that looked exactly like Hermione Granger's cat from the Harry Potter movies. Err.... no comment on either of those.

Task for tomorrow: Skin the cat. (<--- not grossed out but not happy)

My cat doesn't look like any of those cat dissection pictures you find on Google. All we've done is a small slit in the belly so we have a easy skinning job tomorrow. We haven't cut them OPEN yet.

Life as of Now

2008-11-16T02:53:16Z

What’s been going on lately? Well, first of all, I’ve been swamped with tasks and my life has suddenly gotten a whole lot more stress filled. I could sit here and complain about everything but I won’t. I promise not to bore you.
I turned in my application for Johns Hopkins University awhile ago and took my SAT IIs. I’m curious to see if I get in and I’m curious to see what score I got. Senior year isn’t all that it’s cracked up. Gosh, whoever said that Senior year was the best year of high school, I want to punch them in the face. Yeah, a bit violent.

My eighteenth went by without much ado. There’s just too much to do. I can’t get my head wrapped around everything and my workload has grown dramatically. Gah. Someone needs to tell God he should stop torturing me since I don’t think he’s listening. I’m going to be SO happy when graduation rolls around and I don’t have to give a damn about anything until I’m a froshie at college. If you’re going to ask if I voted, no I did not vote. I missed the deadline by… 4 days, I think. And just in case you’re curious: I did not go out and buy cigarettes, tobacco, lottery tickets, porn, or anything only ‘adults’ can buy. I don’t get the big deal about eighteen. It’s no different than when you were 17 and living with your parents at home.

Yesterday in Mythology class, our class discussed the merits in the theory: Achilles is gay. Apparently he was having a huge love affair with Patroclus throughout the Trojan war. –wolf whistles- Wow Achilles, I wasn’t aware that you could let go of your petty prideful self long enough to fall for someone. Now that we’re on the topic of the Iliad, I would like to point out that I think Paris is a freaking dumbass character. He sucks squash. Paris has my vote for the most loathsome person in Greek history.

Beta world anyone? I’ve beta-ed two games in the past month. One of them has already come out, join Gaiaonline and play the long awaited zOMG game! It’s worth the while even if you aren’t into Gaia. The plot is that unanimated objects have suddenly become animated. They’ve started ravaging Gaia and it’s your job to protect the innocent and restore order. It’s separate from the main site (you still have your avatar and all) but it’s like a mmorg attachment that has latched itself onto the main Gaia-verse.

The second one I’m still currently beta-ing. It’s called smallworlds and you can find it at SmallWorlds.com. It’s pretty interesting. Its interface is much prettier and thus, more attractive, than most mmorgs. Problem is, it takes quite awhile to load everything so I wouldn’t suggest the game unless you have AT LEAST a 160kb internet connection. What smallworlds offers that others don’t in an extensive way to waste your time. You don’t just play games, you can socialize, buy stuff for your flat, buy clothing, train your pet, talk to other users, etc. Smallworlds also covers a wide range of people. Though it is mostly English users, smallworlds is aiming to open up to Spanish, Italian, German, French, and Portuguese communities as well. 5 stars out of 5 stars!

College Essay: LOOK FOR EDITORS

2008-10-25T23:22:11Z

Looking for editors for my college essay. Preferably people who are VERY good in English.

Olypmics Closing In China

2008-08-25T04:57:38Z

I might be in America but I love China becuase that's where I was born and that's where I have my roots. I will always hold a fierce loyalty to it. Watching the closing ceremony made me cry. Listening to the Chinese children's choir sing that song gave me goosebumps. It reminded me of how much I really love my birth country. I felt so many emmotions rush into me.... it was crazy. I've never been prouder of my country. China, you are amazing. Someday I'm going to come back. Someday China, you will host the Olympics again and I will be there to watch you (even if I don't my children will).

China ♥

2008 Chinese Olympics

2008-08-09T07:25:04Z

I couldn't have been more proud of my mother country. China live on.

♥

8-8-08

One World One Dream

Love you China! ^-^

New Layout

2008-05-20T18:03:05Z

I love this new layout! :D It's so much more colourful.

-FREAKS OUT!!!-

2008-05-19T14:55:47Z

I MADE DANCE TEAM CAPTAIN!!!

My brain is still going: No way coach. You're outta your mind. Me? Really Me? -smiles like a dork-

Yeah...
Offical list of the 2008-2009 Evergreen Sweet-E's in random order
(Get it? Evergreen starts with an E and we're the Sweet-E's?)

Kayla Peal
Kelsey Castle
Annie Feng
Krystal Weisenhaus
Shalyn Kaster
Nicole Santoyo
India Garner
Stefani Clark
Alyssa Henry
Ashley Williams
Denasia Bacote
Jessica Krecklow
Karlie Spence
Alexandria Hankins
Alyssa Mathews
Sarah Price
Emily Smedes
Tasha Troxel
Alexis Bines
Tabitha Safari
Jinjoo Yoon
Katie Rohrbach
Lorelle Emmons
Alayna Hill
Harmony Thies
Chris Clark
Jenna Bauer

Captains: Jenna Bauer
Annie Feng
Emily Smedes

Manager: Alana Keplin

Hehe... and we have a guy on the team! Chris!!! :D He's such a sweetie pie. I'm going to have fun making him do all the crazy stuff.

BTW, I found a new community. hazelsparkle, It's amazing! And a new site Colour Lovers

~({*In the Heart of London*})~