<?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-7762612078195514601</id><updated>2012-01-27T08:15:02.597-08:00</updated><category term='lesson learnt'/><category term='chewing gum'/><category term='carnival'/><title type='text'>-Vivien-</title><subtitle type='html'>When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-7579958974410331495</id><published>2011-11-28T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:34:30.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivre ma propre conte de fées ♥</title><content type='html'>Hello. Blogging came into my mind honestly because I don't know where else to brag about my tedious life and no one will be reading it. Twitter would be good but I couldn't blah everything out without thinking twice of what I'm about to say. I don't want to be the kind who only has a life online, and none off. Everyone's pretty dead on facebook, where are they? Having a life I suppose. I have one too and it's going great. Is it weird if I say my life is perfectly fine being alone just with friends and family? That's sounds a bit like a pat on the back for myself. But it's true. I've been deleting photos from my camera today and I can't help myself but stop at those pictures. Every smile lies behind a memory that feels so distant yet still close to my heart. I remember everything and a smirk spread across my face reminding me of the great times I shared with loved ones. I hesitated to delete the pictures. I had to delete them to capture new pictures in Bali. But before that I wanted to save all my pictures in the computer to make sure I can look back at them when I want to. As ironic as it may sound but it hit me. Life's just like that, you have to let go of old memories, move on, to let new ones come into your life but it doesn't mean I want to forget them. I just have to set them at the back of my mind as faint ones. Just like you, you will be a faint memory in my mind, never forgotten but never to be reminded of often. There's not much to say but I'm happy with my life and I wish time would stop here for me to at least seize the moment before I leave to reality, come to think of it, this is reality and I'm living my fairytale single but not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-7579958974410331495?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7579958974410331495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=7579958974410331495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/7579958974410331495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/7579958974410331495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2011/11/vivre-ma-propre-conte-de-fees.html' title='Vivre ma propre conte de fées ♥'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-2668808796609106644</id><published>2010-09-01T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:24:40.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je tatouer votre nom à travers mon cœur  ♥</title><content type='html'>Hello. So there I was blabbering about August, well surprise surprise! It's September now. Yesterday was Independence day. I didn't go out or took the initiative to drag myself out the door to watch spectacular fireworks. So all I did was stay at home not even tuning to a radio station or watching telly to see how those patriots celebrate this joyous moment for our country. Why? Didn't mean much to me I guess. Oh yeah and some people were telling me about mars whatever. It's basically about 2 'moons' appearing in the sky. Actually one is just a meteor or some planet, star, flying star, whatever next to the moon for i don't know, a minute? Some people are staying all night to witness this thousand year miracle. Wanna know a secret? well nothing happened. Frankly, if I did witness this, so what? It's not like I'm gonna grow two penis. I rather spend those precious time sleeping. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Correction, studying. &lt;/span&gt;Naw still think sleeping is a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this period of time is in conjunction with Malaysia day, I shall talk about what our  prime minister is trying to pursue in every advertisement they produce. That's right. One Malaysia. There's one thing I dislike about is racism. Seriously why are some people so particular about skin colour aren't we all the same? Two eyes, one nose, two ears. Girls having a vagina, guys having a dick. Unless your those kind having both sexual organs then I have no comment on that. (peter chao rocks!) Maybe everyone's a little bit racist but some people just cross the borderline. Jeez. And all those girls go crazy when they see guai lou. What so great about them? Bollywood stars are hot too ok! How many people can dance like that. (only kidding bout that, I love guai lous too ;D)  Racistism should put to a hold. Stop being racist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh the above post I wrote it one month ago now it's October! PMR now. Just finish sejarah exam. Everyone is posting the answers and marks they achieved from the previous exam. Gawd everyone's damn good. Less than 5 wrong? It's persuading me to check my answers too. But I stop myself. Why? I don't want to know because I know I'll regret it if I don't achieve the marks I want or am satisfied with. What to do Chinese school people kia su. HAHA. Like I said Im going to ignore all those exam answers and focus on the next few papers and BAM! ADAM LAMBERT'S GLAM NATION TOUR IN KUALA LUMPUR! :D That's right! I'm going to rock zone babehh! You guys might be going to the concert with your friends but you know what? I'm going with the coolest person in the world! MY MAMA! ;D My mama is the biggest adam fan. Every time AL is on set and when he smiles, she smiles back! I'm dead serious. It's that bad. And if she miss one of the repeats she has watch 789876254 times she'll go gaga and scold us for not reminding her to watch. Oh well at least my mum is cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever feel like you're indecisive? Not having a picture of what you want? Thinking that what you initially thought of changed in a sorta way that makes you have a doubt in your mind? Well I do. Now. It's just different and I kinda feel uncomfortable with everything. I've never tried this before but I just need to know if am I serious in this? Or do I just wanna try it out? It's neither. I just have no reasons to my actions. I just want to do it. Everything happens for a reason. What is my reason? Do I take things too seriously? I feel that way. Should I let nature take it's place or actually stop it by will? I don't know what I want. I know it's incorrect but yet it's not entirely wrong. It's not the best thing to do but it has the best feeling in the world. After I put some thought into this I drew a conclusion to : play along with whatever comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's after PMR and well I'm not gonna lie to you and practically everyone feels the same. I a m d e a d b o r e d. My routine is consistent all the time. Wake up at 12, lunch, watch telly, sleep, whine about how boring I am, call someone, eat again, jogging, shower, dinner, online, sleep at 2 and text all day. Don't get me starting with going to school. It's even worse. Go to school, sit in the hall, whine about the boredom, trying to find something funny to talk about, fail, try again, laugh a bit just to lighten up, recess, whine some more, looking at the time constantly, whining about 1 hour feels like years, day dream, get tired of talking, keep quiet, whine some more, run out the school gate. I need to pick up some thing. Dancing? singing? Japanese? I want moneyyy. I've decided to work during PC fair. But it's in December. aiks. Talking about school. I, Teo Vi Vien personally hate Malaysia's education department. They bloody canceled my trip to genting. I was looking forward to this trip since they post the paper and BAM. I don't know what the *censored*  reason they cancel the trip. The worst thing is. I didn't pay early so I don't get to go. Bull shit right? I want to go! I wanna scream. Well forget it. I'll just go some where else. Who needs Genting, and screaming, and shouting, having the time of their lives, getting hyper, sneak out with friends, laugh at how loud they scream? pfft. So high school. Naw only kidding I'm depressed. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is back home from United Kingdom. He makes me eat all the time and he insults my you-dont-need-to-know. Since the day he landed in Malaysia. I can't stand the complains. OMG why so many cars here? So Malaysia. Look not even a bus in UK so convenient. The toilet so dirty so Malaysia. The worst part is what's with the weather? So hot lah. He says that every 10 minutes. But still I love him. :D The only word in my dictionary is BORED BORED BORED. I'm getting bored of writing this. I'll stop and till then. I hope all of you are as bored as I am. only kidding. Hope you guys make the most out of your free time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-2668808796609106644?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2668808796609106644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=2668808796609106644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2668808796609106644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2668808796609106644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/je-tatouer-votre-nom-travers-mon-cur.html' title='Je tatouer votre nom à travers mon cœur  ♥'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-2950339810869775965</id><published>2010-08-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T01:20:50.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lâcher de choses que j'aime</title><content type='html'>Hello. Its the month of august already. I remembered as if it was yesterday qian told me. Look at those form threes! They're having the time of their lives. I wanna be them right now! I told her it's gonna be our turn next year. She said it's gonna be a longggg wait. But its august now! 2 more months till it's the big exam. This year passed so quickly. Any regrets? I'm not sure I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing here during exam time but not studying for KH? I just feel like updating. You can only fall out of love when you fall for someone else. This phrase is quite meaningful and it's true. It's nice having a company all the time and you don't feel lonely or isolated. Even if you might not like that person you still feel better with their presents, knowing that they'll never leave you behind. But the thing is you'll get attached to that person until you get used to it. That you enjoy having him/her close to you even if u need it or not. Now is the part when you fall for that person. After some time both of you cant click anymore. A grey cloud with pouring rain is above you making it gloomy spending time together. A lightning struck to separate you two and finally the relationship between you two are threehundredandsixy degrees changed. But some times one of the two still loves the other deeply yet the other doesn't. This is worse part trying to forget about the past to let go fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that it's hard, suffering, hurt, devastating, impossible to accomplish and the unbearable pain in your heart feeling like it has been stabbed 2354687 times leaving a hole in the middle. But some times we just have to let go no matter how because there's no way you can be with him/her anymore. When you love some one so bad the only thing you want is to see them happy no matter who he/she choose to be with because after the pain you realize that that heavy stone in your heart is gone, that dreadful disease has cured, no more suffer and pain but a glimpse of happiness, true joyful happiness blooming in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people hate their ex-partners when they break up and I've rarely came across ex couples which are still good friends. I think it's great that they still can be friends but hold your horses, make sure you're hundred percent over that person before you mend your friendship because it'll only lead to more hatred later on. I'm the kinda person who will never go back with an ex because why should I get heart broken again? If I still had feelings I wouldn't break up in the first place now would I? Some people still love their ex partner but if the other has no feelings towards you it's pointless putting so much effort yet disappointing yourself over and over again. The reason I always get is because the sweet memories they just come back to me every time i close my eyes but have you ever wondered by pleading and forcing a person to be with you when they don't even want to just makes the situation worse? I know those memories are hard to forget but no one asked you to. You don't have to forget them you just need to overcome them. Day by day the bits and pieces of you life will automatically overcome those memories for you. It's not that its impossible it's just your mind don't want to accept it. Only you can tell what you can do. Your body or mind don't control your actions it's just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings nowadays are just so, sick. My friend once had a dog. It was 5 when it passed away. It has been a month now and until this day I can't believe the reason for it's death. It was playing near the road and suddenly a Malay guy ( Im not racist just being specific) purposely speed up his car and run over it. Yes, on purpose! He never stopped to see how it turn out. he just drove away. After some time he came back but I'm not entirely sure about the whole situation all i know is that he told my friend. i hate dogs that's why I want to bang it. wth? How could people be so cruel these days taking a precious life just in a snap of a finger without feeling sorry or guilty for that poor thing and the people who love them. My friend and her family cried for weeks and i know how it feels. Looking at something you love just has to go. My dog was put to sleep. Yeah, he was alive that time but very sick. Vomited blood, can barely move about that sort of thing but thinking of his face when he was injected to stop his heart beat. It just makes me want to hide in a corner to cry. When i watched the movie Marley and me I shed tears because I know the sorrow it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since uncle Phillip pass away. Well, the whole family misses him. The feeling of going to his shop for a hair cut is just different. The atmosphere just lacking of something important. I remembered a few weeks before he passed away he called my mum. My mum was busy with her stuff so I picked up. I asked him how are you uncle Phillip? he said fine thank you. I told him to take care of himself. I've never regretted saying that even at that time it felt awkward because at lease when he was here he knew that I care for him and love him dearly. I'll never forget the day he told me he will help me put on pretty make up  and I'll surely look prettier than the models in the magazine. I'll never forget those times when my other aunties think i put on weight whereas he thinks i lost my baby fats. I wont forget the days he bought me clothes and ask me to keep for next time when you get slimmer. I wont forget the first time i did rebonding he told me my hair is like Lion King. I wont forget the day he suddenly cut my hair short and i cried so bad. I wont forget the day my dad asked me who is that? and I said rich rich ah kiu! I wont forget those days when he ask me to step on him to massage his back. When he sleeps the whole day during Chinese new year and plays poker at night with my father and uncles. When he gave me double ang pows because he sayang me more. When he gave me special hair treatment just because I address him. All those memories are flashing back in my mind right now. Thanks for blessing me during my exams. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-2950339810869775965?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2950339810869775965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=2950339810869775965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2950339810869775965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2950339810869775965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/lacher-de-choses-que-jaime.html' title='Lâcher de choses que j&apos;aime'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-3449231529780208074</id><published>2010-07-24T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:27:33.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Où finit l'arcen ♥</title><content type='html'>Hello. Today is the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once more&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up this morning feeling drowsy. Ironic right. So I went back to sleep thus awaken up by a shrill voice shouting Wake up you lazy pig it's time to study. I then realize it was my alarm. Fancy alarm tone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ehh&lt;/span&gt;? I love it. (: Went downstairs to check on my phone and whoop-tee-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;! All my messages were gone. yes G.O.N.E. I couldn't believe what I saw in my in box column showing ' 0 messages'. Offed my phone and check it again. It was still the same. I wanted to scream! I feel like I washed all my memories away. Who would have done such a thing. Well, I already know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said today is a very sad slash full of memories day. I am over all those stuff but it just bugs me all day. I'm thinking about the past and recent things. Those messages mean a lot to me. Maybe some people think that next time message with the same person again then presto! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Every thing's&lt;/span&gt; fine. But it doesn't work like that. Not everyone in your life stay forever. Like the old folks used to say people come and go. Some times people do disappear leaving you a heart break yet the slightest chance like a meteor crashing into earth kinda percentage that they will magically reappear, enter your life as if nothing has happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backbone seriously hurts. Yes, it still hurts till now. OK ok I'm not going to drown you guys with my complains. I had a dream today. I don't really know if I should categories it as a nightmare or a sweet dream. It was sweet because I really felt it you know what I mean? Like it was for real as if I'm really living in it, feeling it. Everything bits and pieces I always wanted just fell into the right places. Like a dream come true! I'm not exactly sure why it didn't come true I was absolutely 100% sure it was gonna work but fate surprised my assumptions. So here I am fantasizing my dream yet knowing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it was just a dream&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; what am I saying, I'm making no sense. I woke up in a sad mood but I got over it kinda fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied awhile and got obsessed over this novel. Where rainbows end. I know it's probably a book everyone has read ages ago. But I love it. This papers of 578 pages are filled with beautiful phrases and a heart warming story line. To tell you the truth, I never liked Cecelia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahern's&lt;/span&gt; books. I read her If You Could See Me Now a whole back. Just the beginning of the chapter bores me. But Where rainbows end is no doubt a page turner. I couldn't put the book down. I just kept on reading and reading. I love the last letter he gave her. ( I didn't read till there but I checked it out anyways!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Rosie,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Unbeknown st&lt;/span&gt; to you I took this chance before, many many years ago. You never received that letter and I'm glad because my feelings since then have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt; dramatically. They have intensified with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll get straight to the point because if I don't say what I have to say now, I fear it will never be said. And I need too say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Today I love you more than ever;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will love you even more.&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than ever;&lt;br /&gt;I want you more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man of fifty years of age coming to you,&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a teenager in love,&lt;br /&gt;asking you to give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;and love me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rosie Dunne, I love you with all my heart. I have always loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when I was seven years old&lt;br /&gt;and lied about falling asleep on Santa watch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was ten years old and&lt;br /&gt;didn't invite you to my birthday party,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was eighteen and&lt;br /&gt;had to move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even on my wedding days,&lt;br /&gt;on your wedding day,&lt;br /&gt;on christenings,&lt;br /&gt;birthdays and&lt;br /&gt;when we fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I loved it through it all. Make me the happiest man on this earth by being with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please reply me.&lt;br /&gt; All my love,&lt;br /&gt; Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This booked really touched my heart and I am sure it did to millions of people whom have read it. Best friends or soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Signing&lt;/span&gt; off.&lt;br /&gt;With love.&lt;br /&gt;Vivien. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-3449231529780208074?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3449231529780208074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=3449231529780208074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3449231529780208074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3449231529780208074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2010/07/ou-finit-larcen.html' title='Où finit l&apos;arcen ♥'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-2649976327165403216</id><published>2010-07-12T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T03:54:19.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manquer ces mémoires</title><content type='html'>Hello. I feel sick. My arse hurts. My backbone is in endurable pain. My ilium feels like it's gonna break any time now. I have sore throat due to too much screaming yet no one hears me.Some one said he only saw me and qian sitting down doing nothing. No appreciation from Mr.baldy. Oh yeah and thanks to Lun, I wasted 11 hours without hot guys. Just my luck. Congrats to the cyrens. (: Vulcanz rocked out there k! Just not so lucky this time. But I bet they did their best. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching all the cheer leading performance, I suddenly feel like I want to be like them. Not being a cheer leader. But to represent something for my school. And to find out my own talent. Till this day i still don't know what my talent is. Maybe I don't have one. My sports are indescribably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shitty&lt;/span&gt;, my singing wakes up the dead and I have two left feet.  Maybe I'm not that bad but still I'm not good in them either. I need to know how the hell you people loose weight. i jog everyday and all I get are bigger thighs. sheesh. I'm so jealous of those skinny girls. Back to the point, i want to be somebody *and a billionaire so freaking bad (: * Come to think of it, I'm actually satisfied with my life. I have friends that care for me rather than a lots of friends that don't. I have a loving family and a blissful life. I shouldn't complain but still I feel like I'm wasting my high school life. I'll never get to tell my future kids : Mummy was a cheer leader last time. Mummy represented the school team when I was your age or mummy was the most popular girl in school where hundreds of guys fall for me. But it's alright. I still get to say I had a lot of friends that love me for who I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today my aunt told me something. She said she admires my mother. Why? For all the things she did for me all these years. Everyday she wakes me up. Lie to me that I'm late for school when it's still early so I will get ready faster. Make Milo for me. Remind me to off the lights. take my water bottle. Ask if I packed my bag. Fetch me outside and walk to the other side to wait for auntie to fetch me. Goes back home to do house work and cook. Picks me up from school. Bring me to the old house to wash up. Clean up the old house. Fetch me to tuition. Linger around for 2 hours den fetch me home from tuition. Start preparing dinner. Eat dinner. Fetch me to tuition again. Pick me up after that. Finally rest and sleep. This routine has been going on and on and on for so many years. And yet she never complains. All I do is complain about this. Whine that I'm tired. I sat and listen the whole day but my mum runs up and down just for me. I never realized my mum was actually even more tired than me. I never had the heart to thank her for all the things she did for me. All your mums do the same for you but we as their children never appreciate those sacrifices she did for you all. All of you whose ever called your mum a retard or bitch or hate her. i think you guys should pull the gun trigger at the area in between your eyes. Because all those nagging and scolding are phrase of love. The push at the back to keep you going in life. Once the nagging is gone, then you'll realize that nothing can replace the emptiness in your mind. So love your mummies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming. I have to restrict myself from onlining. Oh well, let's hope I can. (;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm jealous. I want to be that person you're writing about. I want to be the one you're thinking about all the time. I want to be the one that makes you smile when you see me. i want to be the one that will always be there for you no matter what. I want you to be mine. ): I don't want to wake up every morning hoping for your text yet knowing I will never get them anymore. I don't want to think about all the stuff we had together because it hurts so bad. I don't want to go crazy for you. I shouldn't have known you. I should have shut my mouth and nothing will happen. I don't want to see your name turn green in my online friend's list. I don't want to click on your name yet don't start a conversation. I don't want to stalk your FB to see what you're up to these days. I don't wanna be just friends. It kills me to see all those stuff you write about. I don't want to see me not even getting a chance yet other people did. Am I that bad? Am I that ugly? Am I that fat? Am I annoying? too lame? bitchy? unattractive? not gf material? Do I basically suck? why must it be this way. Every time I ask my friends, they will say forget about that player/ bastard. He isn't worthy for you to be this way. I thought you were just playing why did you get serious? These kinda guys can go to hell. But I can't do it. I cant stop having feelings for him in just a snap of a finger. But I'll try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-2649976327165403216?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2649976327165403216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=2649976327165403216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2649976327165403216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2649976327165403216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2010/07/manquer-ces-memoires.html' title='Manquer ces mémoires'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-1166129776262684283</id><published>2010-07-05T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T06:59:13.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson learnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chewing gum'/><title type='text'>Fou au sujet du garçon ♥</title><content type='html'>Hello.♥ School's carnival is just around the corner and pre-sales are literally making the school go wild. Everyone's skipping classes, shouting 2 bucks for one bowl of delicious noodles! Come get your hot dogs! I kinda like this environment. Pity the canteen though, there's only workers hitting flies there. Nah I'm just exaggerating. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is organizing some Glee games slash activities. I'm kinda looking forward to see the number of people daring enough to perform and sing according to glee songs. I guess that'll be awesome. Speaking about carnival, I kinda miss last year's one. Sweet old memories. (: Anyway, after the carnival I'm going to blackie's house to get ready for Subang utama's Talent quest. I'm gonna perform! Yeap singing with my dear guitarist. HAHA. Who am I kidding? My singing can wake the dead alive. Better let them rest in peace. Maybe I'll get to nervous and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit myself&lt;/span&gt;. Just kidding! :D I wonder what it's about anyway. Hope my friend don't ditch me there. Hardly know a lot of people from Subang Utama. I don't have anything to wear! I should have ordered the dress because it will come in 6 days time but it'll be Sunday by the time it arrives. Dmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I'll be putting a night at qian's place. Wake up early early to the cheer competition. 10 hours of cheering for cheer leaders. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My arse will hurt. &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I'll consider bringing my text book to study. -.- I read Elora's blog and saw she bought a dream catcher. You know the similar one from new moon? The one that catches bad dreams? I think it's really cute. I want one too! But seriously I seldom have nightmares. Will it catch my sweet dreams too? ): I realized after the school holidays, I changed. Not only me but a lot of people think so too. I don't really like this "new character" I'm becoming. I guess i can always count on my friends to get back the old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn a very important lesson today. When there's something new, don't get too close. Analyze first before you decide to approach because if you did it in a rush you might end up hurting yourself. Open your eyes and appreciate all the "old stuff" you have, the ones that were always with you when you don't realize it. Don't get too into a new thing and forget about the old ones. Because sometimes we tend to ignore and gradually lose the old yet good stuff. I've learned another thing too. Assumptions leads to things we have high hopes on and tend to get overjoyed as if we're soaring like a bird in the sky without hindrance. Without warning, something hits you on your wings and you start crashing down from the sky till you hit the ground. Hurt and sorrow yet you can't do anything to heel it. But there's always a silver lining in a dark cloud. Your companions will make their way down to mend your wound. Sooner or later you'll get up again. But the scar stays there for a lifetime. To that person who threw the wound at that little birdie, I guess you're really sorry and that little birdie forgives you. Just don't do it on other birdies the next time because it hurts alot. More than you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: save your pocket money, I want double scoop of gelateria. XD You owe me. I don't want cheap sake de. BIG MEANIE! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read this.&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-1166129776262684283?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1166129776262684283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=1166129776262684283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/1166129776262684283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/1166129776262684283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2010/07/fou-au-sujet-du-garcon.html' title='Fou au sujet du garçon ♥'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-8036022920360773897</id><published>2010-04-28T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T04:15:59.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu me manques ♥</title><content type='html'>Hello. It has been a while since I blogged. I think it's more than a year now since I touched it and my fingers are starting to itch now. I came across some one's blog and frankly I love reading her blog. She's one of the few who expresses what she really feels from deep inside and I guess she's right. Blogging is the only way you can express yourself when there's no one to turn to. I respect the fact she updates at lease once a week about general incidents. So yeah that's practically the main reason why i start to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Is life always this unfair? Why is it when you love something so much but you still need to know that some day it's gonna leave you or go away or disappear in front of you. Why doesn't everything last forever? Why can't something or feelings stay that way for the rest of someone's life? So the big question is why am I saying stuff like this? Well because I'm paranoid and afraid that similar incidents will occur in my life. I'm afraid to loose the people I love. I'm scared they will slip away from me thus never return. The worst part is praying that it was just a dream or temporary, that everything will be fine yet knowing at the back of my head it never will. Should we wake up and realize the fact that this is it? Or shall we brain-wash ourselves living in our imagination so it doesn't hurt so bad? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   These few weeks I've been acting very weird in school and technically every where. Why? I'm not sure. I'm being such a hypocrite and negative person. I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs but I can't. I can only squeak in my heart. I've been running away from things that I really want. I've been ignoring the things I need. I've finally shut up in class to pay attention during lessons? I just don't feel like talking so often. I feel as if my veins near mouth are straining and tired, forbidding me to open my mouth to speak up. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I've been going through some things lately. It's killing me. Every cell in my body is tense! I'm freaking out! I shouted back at teachers when I don't understand. I got all tensed up when i cant draw the graph lines the way I want them. I don't know why I'm making such a big fuss about maths. Don't get me wrong it's not the maths that's make me undeniably crazy, it's whats patrolling in my head for hours and hours till I get some shut eye. I don't have the urge to be positive nor am I taking the initiative to do so because I really can't help myself. Am I going gaga? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've realized something that no one ever told me until few days ago. I'm not blaming that person to tell his opinions but I really need to thank him. I know I'm not the kind of person that follow what other people do. I seem to usually do the opposite not in a bad way. I just want to be unique, special, different. But it didn't struck me that I want others to follow what I wanted, that I preferred things my way. I do accept other opinions and listen out to any judgment people may have towards me and the things I do. I some times just go with majority to not make a scene but deep in my heart I didn't want to. I feel like I want too much and yet I've never really sat down to appreciate the things I have. Is everyone like that? Just wanting to crave for more when you already have the best? I'm not that greedy but sometimes I just envy other people that want what they want whenever they want it. So it goes back to the fact that I prefer things my way. What a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My results aren't really satisfying. I though I would at lease get an A for average. Found out I was below-par. 74? When I look at others getting an A1 for their exams yet cursing themselves for not studying harder. Some times it annoys me a lot but come to think of it I actually envy them. I've never had straight A1s in my life before, despite standard one. I scored all A1s the first exam in std 1 but I got the 13th place in class. boo hoo. Freaking smart people.I really should study more but I don't have the "oom" to swallow up all those words of knowledge into my brain. Even if I did study I'll end up forgetting everything at the end of the day. People say you have to love the subject in order to score but how do you expect me to love some historian who saved us all from being concord by British? Frankly maybe if we didn't had Independence our country may develop faster compared to now. Well it's just a thought no hard feelings for ya'll patriotic earthlings out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-8036022920360773897?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8036022920360773897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=8036022920360773897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8036022920360773897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8036022920360773897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-not-fair.html' title='Tu me manques ♥'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-3947471628986893505</id><published>2010-01-04T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:41:52.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We seem so close but we're actually very far apart</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I haven't been blogging for some time. Well, it's the first day of school and it wasn't like what I expected it to be. I thought it would be loads of fun but it was suckish. =( and and..SP EVERYWHERE! ARGH! you wouldn't know what I'm talking about but I'm so geram! XD Since I don't have much to talk about I'll just tell a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a girlfriend.*I'm not gonna mention her name* Let's call her Minnie. She has a best friend and he's a guy! We're so alike! We have guys best friends! But her guy best friend so totally different from mine! XDXDXD. (you should be happy you-know-who-you-are. ;) ) Anyway, I'm not mentioning the dude's name also. So we'll call him mickey. One day, Minnie called me up and we were chatting about our lifes and suddenly she cried. I asked her what happen? She said she like mickey and mickey like her. But they're not together because of PMR. lousy excuse. XDXD well anyway, the more time she spend with him the more she realized she needed him more and fell deeply in love with mickey. She told mickey how she felt. Mickey says he feel the same. But he's not ready for a relationship yet. These few days, she was very despo for mickey but mickey doesn't seem to realize and she wonders whether he loves her or not. She has been keeping an eye on mickey at times and she saw him flirting and chatting with girls a lot, touching their hands unnecessarily, complimenting them when she tot he just said that to her, just too friendly too everyone. She was so jealous but she never told him anything. She was too afraid that he would stop loving her. She didn't want that to happen, she loved him too much to let anything happen. So she was in mood swings all the time and quite sad, no one knew, no one noticed, not even mickey! her best friend! When I heard about what she had to say. I think mickey should be TOO friendly to all the girls. Even if he wants to, he doesn't have to show it in front of her face or tell it in her face. I really hope mickey realize how she feels because you know girls are more malu. HAHA. Oh well, moral of the story is don't flirt in front of the girl u like and like you too. You never know what a girl can do when she's furious! It'll scare the hell out of you, literally. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I LOVE ZEE AVI. &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANTOI! JUST ME AND YOU! BITTER HEART! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : 1st day of school sux. ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-3947471628986893505?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3947471628986893505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=3947471628986893505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3947471628986893505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3947471628986893505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-seem-so-close-but-were-actually-very.html' title='We seem so close but we&apos;re actually very far apart'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-4055483112653282458</id><published>2009-11-29T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:29:41.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll think of you tonight</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SxKdh3Kow5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/UnsOQnbd3-s/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SxKdh3Kow5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/UnsOQnbd3-s/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409559307495195538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is like the bomb! XD but It's really disgusting. The heads flying everywhere, body parts flying everywhere, the blood splattered all around, the really show no mercy. O.O It's like so cool. I was the only underage on in the cinema I guess. So I was practically the only one so shocked and terrified. My eyes were wide open like this : O.O and I kept on saying HOLY... OR OH SHITT! OR DMN IT MAN. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero if you look inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be afraid of what you are.&lt;br /&gt;There's an answer if you reach into your soul&lt;br /&gt;and the sorrow that you know will melt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a hero comes along&lt;br /&gt;with the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;and you cast your fears aside&lt;br /&gt;and you know you can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you feel like hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;look inside you and be strong&lt;br /&gt;and you'll finally see the truth&lt;br /&gt;that a hero lies in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long road when you face the world alone,&lt;br /&gt;No one reaches out a hand for you to hold.&lt;br /&gt;You can find love if you search within yourself&lt;br /&gt;and the emptiness you felt will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a hero comes along&lt;br /&gt;with the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;and you cast your fears aside&lt;br /&gt;and you know you can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you feel like hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;look inside you and be strong&lt;br /&gt;and you'll finally see the truth&lt;br /&gt;that a hero lies in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh....Lord knows dreams are hard to follow,&lt;br /&gt;But don't let anyone tear them away.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, there will be tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;In time you'll find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a hero comes along&lt;br /&gt;with the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;and you cast your fears aside&lt;br /&gt;and you know you can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you feel like hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;look inside you and be strong&lt;br /&gt;and you'll finally see the truth&lt;br /&gt;that a hero lies in you&lt;br /&gt;that a hero lies in ... you&lt;br /&gt;mmmm that a hero lies in.....you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are just so soothing and the tune just makes me so relax and calm. The lyrics really motivates you and tell you that you are strong and don't give up. No matter how hard or how challenging your problem you are facing there is always a solution to it. Oh yeah, and seek a friend or a person you trust and share ur problems with them, tell them how you feel. I guess you'll feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-4055483112653282458?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4055483112653282458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=4055483112653282458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4055483112653282458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4055483112653282458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-think-of-you-tonight.html' title='I&apos;ll think of you tonight'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SxKdh3Kow5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/UnsOQnbd3-s/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-4947524771864468055</id><published>2009-11-27T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:16:04.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just havent met you yet</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pictures of the skies. so pretty. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r4YKJWYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fnEt-MBQCa0/s1600/DSC04516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r4YKJWYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fnEt-MBQCa0/s320/DSC04516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408801031285463426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r4PIgiXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/PTuXx9kI9oU/s1600/DSC04514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r4PIgiXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/PTuXx9kI9oU/s320/DSC04514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408801028862675314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r35x4rVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MAMvI3SUpXI/s1600/DSC04513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r35x4rVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MAMvI3SUpXI/s320/DSC04513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408801023130643794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r3UF6_hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ACWgXksN_Rs/s1600/DSC04512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r3UF6_hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ACWgXksN_Rs/s320/DSC04512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408801013014134290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r3MzJr7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/obXn97DRHgM/s1600/DSC04511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r3MzJr7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/obXn97DRHgM/s320/DSC04511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408801011056357298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH HONG ARH...AH HONG,tiba-tiba pegi shang hai. mau panggil lu pegi gai gai pun tak boleh. tengok wayang punya tak boleh orh. lu arh, make wa sad aje lar. lu arh jaga diri baik-baik arh. H1N1 banyek le, tak mau sakit balik ya! EHH, jangan lupa, saye punya present yeah. I akan tunggu!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH SHENG ARH...AH SHENG, 2 hari nanti pegi tengok wayang. lu satu lelaki aje orh. how leh? siape punya fault? AH HONG LOR. dia dah happy happy pege makan angin orh, tak mau kami dah! tak apa lar. Lu man sikit! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH-DAM ARH..AH-DAM, lu sangat m'cewakan ku lar. Lu punya concert...haiz. sakit hati nak tengok orh! tapi I masih support kamu ya! mesti ka yao arh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH ER ARH...AH ER, k'napa lu tak da ambil form tuk ku. tak boleh tengok hotties d larh. Sangat sedih tau! haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH YI ARH...AH YI, bila only boleh pegi lagoon arh. Ku sangat bosan tau di rumah. tak da apa apa buat le. I sudah bu nai fan tau. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH YIM ARH..AH YIM, lu arh, bila lu only can let wa bring lu pegi cut hair arh. Lu pun tak da buat contacts. what is this. ish, ish ishhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH SYUEN ARH...AH SYUEN, when only lu boleh teach ku m'nari tu dance arh. tak mau pai seh pai seh lar. I tau lu sangat goodie menari kan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH MA ARH...AH MA, when only lu boleh let ku beli phone baru. I punya phone dah cacat lar. itu 5530 nokia macam cantik sangat orh! cheap cheap aje lar. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH PA ARH...AH PA, bila kamu beli kereta baru untuk kami yeah! itu proton sudah nak rosak orh. hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH J ARH..AH J, bukan nak pegi outing mer? k'napa belum plan arh. sangat bosan lar! aiyor yor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i guess I don't have anymore complains. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                current mood : sleepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-4947524771864468055?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4947524771864468055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=4947524771864468055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4947524771864468055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4947524771864468055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-havent-met-you-yet.html' title='I just havent met you yet'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw_r4YKJWYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fnEt-MBQCa0/s72-c/DSC04516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-7845213735960721288</id><published>2009-11-25T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:35:06.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lie awake and miss you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd send a postcard to you, dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;'Cause I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch the night turn light-blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the same without you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence isn't so bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til I look at my hands and feel sad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find repose in new ways&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;en't slept in two days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;'Cause cold nostalgia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Chills me to the bone&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But drenched in vanilla twilight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waist-deep in thought because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When I think of you&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I blink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When violet eyes get brighter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;at I knew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I won't forget you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if my voice could reach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Back through the past&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd whisper in your ear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, I wish you were he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is like so sexy and sweet (: &lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw4dHBsk4KI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ij7NdB4-yQY/s1600/DSC00220%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw4dHBsk4KI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ij7NdB4-yQY/s320/DSC00220%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408292209070235810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda unbelievable but yes, I read novels most of the time. I'm a book worm and I'm proud to be one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss someone or maybe two. I miss those times when we were "good friends". Miss those times when we hang out a lot together. He's a guy but no one ever said we were a couple and that's why I like that feeling. (: I miss those times where we laugh together, talk secrets to each other, play lame games together, arguing and fighting with one another. Do you remember we had a promise? to buy a bicycle and take turns to use it. Well, most probably you've forgotten but I still remember and I hope it will happen some day. We haven't been talking for quite some time and I really hope that we could get back the way we were, good friends. I've never had the guts to say that I want to friends again in front of you because I don't know what you're reply would be. I know it'll be really cheesy saying this but I miss you and I want to be good friends with you and spend the rest of my time I still have in USJ 11 with you. I hope you would pass by and read this. I guess you should know who you are. and I'm hoping for your answer to be a yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;current mood : hoping.sick.sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-7845213735960721288?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7845213735960721288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=7845213735960721288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/7845213735960721288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/7845213735960721288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-look-at-my-hands-and-feel-sad-cause.html' title='The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sw4dHBsk4KI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ij7NdB4-yQY/s72-c/DSC00220%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-2678323992163321516</id><published>2009-11-17T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:59:31.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you so bad it's my only wish</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SwKnpCHicNI/AAAAAAAAAWE/SLT64Uqfstw/s1600/heart1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SwKnpCHicNI/AAAAAAAAAWE/SLT64Uqfstw/s320/heart1.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405066826182979794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wish you'd know how I felt and experienced what I did. But then, I guess I just want you to be happy. I'm awkward but still, ironically, I feel happy for you and happy that she could do the things that I could never do or accomplish. I guess she suites you better than I would ever be. I'm glad that you've found someone that could give you the blissfulness that you deserved. I'm not being emo here, just expressing my pleasure. I've never congratulate you, I know it's a lil late to say this but I sincerely wish you guys the best and hope she'll give you everything that I didn't. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alreadey the holidays, And the end of this year is just around the corner. Funny how times goes by so fast. Thinking back, so many "incidents" accured this year. Felt like a long year thou. There were alot of ups and downs this year that happened to me. But I'm glad that I've changed to a better person I guess. Next year, there is a posibility we're not seeing one another so frequent anymore. I'll miss everyone! I hope I could stay the way things are now. I hope it gets better thou. haha. But I guess I can't be so greedy right? Secretly, I'm still hoping for that day to come. (shhhh....) I'm going back to my weight-loosing-routine again! It means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;wake up in early : go basketball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;come back : breakfast : low fat milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;afternoon : do anything else except eating snacks. XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch : salad. OH NO! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;evening : jogging with dumbells&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinner : normal dinner but more vege less meat ( OH NO! I'm gonna die man!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna die man. Thinking of it just makes me feels tired, lazy and sad! Anyone care to do the same routine with me? share the suffer! XD. going once! going twice! going thrice! OK! I'm alone. XD hahaha. Miss my bro! He'll do it with me! Now no one teman me. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;current mood : tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-2678323992163321516?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2678323992163321516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=2678323992163321516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2678323992163321516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2678323992163321516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-you-so-bad-its-my-only-wish.html' title='I want you so bad it&apos;s my only wish'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SwKnpCHicNI/AAAAAAAAAWE/SLT64Uqfstw/s72-c/heart1.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-4837486510645892217</id><published>2009-11-02T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:56:13.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If a house was a heart, you'll be my home.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 3rd of november! A beloved "devil" was sent down from heaven on this day to torture me and bully me since the day I was born. HAHA. Guess who? Obviously It's my beloved abnormal brother, Teo Wei Kit. I wanna wish him a happy 21st birthday and a few messages below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a birthday note about a brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's about someone w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;ho n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ever gets to hear, nearly enough, what a wonderful guy he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's a person who has been thanked b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;y my heart for a hundred things, but hardly ever... by my words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is an amazing guy who has always been appreciated so enormously, but for reasons that have only been known to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So, Brother, I thought it might be time to do something abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ut that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;I am sorry that I don't tell you more often how much you mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;n -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;-  and how much you have always meant -- to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We have a closeness that doesn't need to be measured in miles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours is the warm and sharing kind that  has always been measured in memories made, reassurance given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;, and the nicest kind of smiles anyone could ask for.  You are a big part of my life, and you always will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;And I don't know what I did to deserve such a great brother, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;ut whatever it was... I hope you know  that I treasure you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;much, and I'm eternally grateful that we are "fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;ily".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You're my brother and I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Though at times I've wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;ed how we could possibly be related. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've always had our own way of doing things and seeing things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;ue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ss that means we're two very strong individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And after all these years of teasing and fussing at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Those days when you hit and scold me for wanting to watch my cartoons and make a fuss about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I just want yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;u to know, how much I admire your strength and respect your indivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;duality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How grateful I am for the guida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"   &gt;nce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you lead me through out all these years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love and care you shared with me since I was brought into this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been my savior when things get bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been the light that shined in the dark.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been the hand to catch me when i fall or pick me up when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And most of all, you've been my best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my brother, I love you, and with each year that passes I appreciat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e you more, conditionally you buy me more clothes! 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Su7iHa49HeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/i1h2mibxyNc/s320/1_307192366l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399501620368973282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#336600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;Vivien&lt;br /&gt;current mood : I miss you bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-4837486510645892217?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4837486510645892217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=4837486510645892217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4837486510645892217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4837486510645892217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-house-was-heart-youll-be-my-home.html' title='If a house was a heart, you&apos;ll be my home.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Su7iIEpT4iI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TT1s9xO29bI/s72-c/1_678407031l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-3378235036209243404</id><published>2009-10-30T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:18:15.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry seems to be the hardest word~ LOL</title><content type='html'>I would like to say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu4pUaKOaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nTf4pd0wGGc/s1600-h/sorry4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu4pUaKOaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nTf4pd0wGGc/s320/sorry4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398611598326249890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu4pmfDIJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gkbXB1cKfMA/s1600-h/sorry5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu4pmfDIJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gkbXB1cKfMA/s320/sorry5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398611603178594450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu57q2-xDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zTYVNecw1Gs/s1600-h/sorry3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu57q2-xDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zTYVNecw1Gs/s320/sorry3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398613013101986866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu5u3Wfm7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/lAGFzlW3eHM/s1600-h/sorry.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu5u3Wfm7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/lAGFzlW3eHM/s320/sorry.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398612793117088690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu4olZ_ePI/AAAAAAAAAT8/srQMxnDiNFU/s1600-h/sorry2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu4olZ_ePI/AAAAAAAAAT8/srQMxnDiNFU/s320/sorry2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398611585709078770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu41LOBhTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_NNHx2Y8VXw/s1600-h/sorry6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu41LOBhTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_NNHx2Y8VXw/s320/sorry6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398611802017858866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu41Y_5vlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/BHMFQ03In0A/s1600-h/sorry7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu41Y_5vlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/BHMFQ03In0A/s320/sorry7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398611805716725330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu41hzO5fI/AAAAAAAAAUs/itqu3AtkCaQ/s1600-h/sorry8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu41hzO5fI/AAAAAAAAAUs/itqu3AtkCaQ/s320/sorry8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398611808079504882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu41nSvtPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/f6R8wGQYEE8/s1600-h/sorry9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu41nSvtPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/f6R8wGQYEE8/s320/sorry9.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398611809553855730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng yi qian, I know you like no.9 so i purposely find 9 pics to tell you I'm sorry. T.T The apology is sincere enough rite? haha. I love you! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved dearie, HENG YI QIAN. Today I did something so unforgivable, I feel like jumping off a building. So bad that it's worse than asking a porpupine to poop goat cheese. LOL. I...I......I.............asked her to shut up! T__________T .I'm so sorry my love, LOL so wrong. WO GEN NI JIANG, wo hen dui bu qi. Xian zai ni gen wo jiang, ni yuan bu yuan liang wo? hahahahahahahahahhaha! I didn't mean to say that. Just that no more time to draw and I accidentally spill some paint on the drawing den i try to do some touch up and you told me that the drawing was getting uglier when I dmn nervous that time. So sorry hor! Byt nvm lar. You always call me to shut up also. So we're neutral right! XD I love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;current mood : No exam mood lar! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-3378235036209243404?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3378235036209243404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=3378235036209243404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3378235036209243404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3378235036209243404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word-lol.html' title='Sorry seems to be the hardest word~ LOL'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Suu4pUaKOaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nTf4pd0wGGc/s72-c/sorry4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-5589908184590295257</id><published>2009-10-18T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:06:56.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the sugar in my high</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby cousin brother over night in my house for almost a week already. He is very cute but annoying at time. He watches Thomas and friends every time. He needs to be entertained and wants what he wants whenever he wants it! It sort of reminds me of someone. HMM..I WONDER WHO THAT IS...LOL! One time, he watched TV the whole day so my mum want to off the TV for awhile. So i off the TV using the control when he's not looking. When it off, my baby cousin was like ehh? no more thomas. Then my mum said oh no, cannot watch anymore. My baby cousin replied TV NO MORE BATTERY ALREADY. LATER WE GO AND BUY. HAHAHAHAHA! So cute! I love his hair. So Zac Efron! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I-HATE-LOVE-DRUNK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the title says it all. Yes, I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE THE SONG, LOVE DRUNK. The melody is not bad but what's up with the lyrics yo! Especially the chorus :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I love you forever, forever is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to kiss all night, now it's just a bar fight&lt;br /&gt;So don't call me crying, say hello then goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU FOREVER BUT FOREVER IS OVER? WHAT THE HELL?&lt;/span&gt;Those stupid lyrics are just telling young girls out there in every corner of the world whom always have a dream, a fantasy, a prefect fairy tale in their tincy wincy hearts that there is no such thing as happily ever after. Telling those girls, in reality, there isn't a term i love you forever. You ruined their dreams, hopes and desires. How could you. You just told them to give up when they havent even experienced it. Telling them to dream on for their prince charming to come becasue there will never be one. I just CANT stand those lyrics. Why can't you say some thing else? If you cant say anything nice, dont say anything at all. A love song is boring and typical but at lease it's better than saying true love that would last forever is BULLSHIT. Even if the melody is nice, the lyrics ruined it. Your STUPID lyrics broke a lot of people's heart and you don't even know how hurt they are. SHEESH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/St1SMpQpWWI/AAAAAAAAATs/aQu2clY6lNM/s1600-h/winnie-the-pooh-winnie-the-pooh-1192579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/St1SMpQpWWI/AAAAAAAAATs/aQu2clY6lNM/s320/winnie-the-pooh-winnie-the-pooh-1192579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394558305847302498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a WINNIE-THE-POOH FAN! urgh. Winnie-the-pooh is kinda cute cause he's so fat but he's so freaking dumb! LOL. So funny when I watched with my cousin. The way Winnie talks is like :" UMM..CA-EN I HAVUE SUM HUN-NAY FWOM THAT GWEEN HUN-NAY POT?" LMAO! Piglet's also dmn funny lar! XD " THE-THE-THERE AR-ARE-HU-HUPHA-HUPHA-LUMPS AND WOO-OO-ZESSS?" ROFL! Their spelling is even more stupid! bigger the write as biger. School they pronounce as skull? OMG? haha. If you're like bored and nothing to do, watch winnie the pooh! LOL. It rhymes. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;current mood : feasting my eyes to my text books. =D&lt;br /&gt;YOU-LIED -AGAIN! ( but who cares) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-5589908184590295257?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5589908184590295257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=5589908184590295257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/5589908184590295257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/5589908184590295257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-sugar-in-my-high.html' title='You&apos;re the sugar in my high'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/St1SMpQpWWI/AAAAAAAAATs/aQu2clY6lNM/s72-c/winnie-the-pooh-winnie-the-pooh-1192579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-4383408102789037772</id><published>2009-10-18T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T04:05:59.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something really random and stupid. LOL</title><content type='html'>Dear (someone you recently talked to),&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this,(1). I think I realized it (2)(3) and I saw you (4)(5). I’m sure you’re (6) enough to understand (7). I’m returning your (8) to you, but I’ll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;(Your name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jared,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our socks don’t match&lt;/span&gt;. I think I realized it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That night you picked your nose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Outside of your office&lt;/span&gt; and I saw you&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sit on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My father&lt;/span&gt; . I’m sure you’re &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Middle-class &lt;/span&gt;enough to understand &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That I’m allergic to your earlobes&lt;/span&gt;. I’m returning your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;/span&gt;, but I’ll keep &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you should stop picking your nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love always&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivien. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What’s the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue – I’m in love with your cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Red – Our affair is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White – I’m joining the Convent&lt;br /&gt;Black -Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Green- Our socks don’t match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grey – You’re a leprechaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – I’m selling myself for candy&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brown – The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shirt – Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you&lt;br /&gt;Other -I dislike your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;January – That night you picked your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February -When I quoted Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;March – When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April – When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;May – When I threw up in your sock drawer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;June – When you put cuffs on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July – When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;August – When you smacked my ass&lt;br /&gt;September – Last year when you peed your pants&lt;br /&gt;October – When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;November – When your dog humped my leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;December – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I finally changed my underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos – When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;Chicken- In your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pasta – Outside of your office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers – Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna – In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab – With Jean Chrétien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fish – In a clown suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches – At the Elton John concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pizza – At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog – Under a street light&lt;br /&gt;Other – With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What’s the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Red – Put whipped cream on&lt;br /&gt;Black – Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Blue – Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple – Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White – Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey – Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown – bit of&lt;br /&gt;Orange – Castrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pink – Pull the pants off of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Barefoot – Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other – Drive over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What’s the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Black – My boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;White – My father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;br /&gt;Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;br /&gt;Purple – My corned beef hash&lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;br /&gt;Blue – My salt-beef bucket&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange – My Blink 182 cd&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Other –The elephant in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill – Senile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost – High&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news – Scarred&lt;br /&gt;American Idol – Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy – Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Top Model – Middle-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Other -shamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy – How awful you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad – How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored – That I get turned on only by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Angry – That your smell makes me vomit&lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;br /&gt;Excited – That I may pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;Nervous – The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;br /&gt;Worried – That your Ford sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic – That you need a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Silly – That I’m allergic to your earlobes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly – That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ashamed – That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other – That your driving sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What’s the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;White – Your toe ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – Your love letters to me&lt;br /&gt;Red – The pictures from Vegas Black – Your pet rock&lt;br /&gt;Blue – The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Green – Your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Orange – Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown – Your nose hair clippers&lt;br /&gt;Grey – Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Purple – Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink – The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other – Your Hannah Montana underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B – My virginity&lt;br /&gt;C/D – Your photo with the mustache drawn on it&lt;br /&gt;E/F – Your neighbors dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;G/H – The oil tank from your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;K/L – The results of that blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;M/N – Your glass eye&lt;br /&gt;O/P – My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R – Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S/T – Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U/V – Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;W/X – Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – Your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B – Love your sweet, sweet ass&lt;br /&gt;C/D – Always will remember the pep talks&lt;br /&gt;E/F -Never will forget that night&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Will not tell the authorities that you stole the whale from the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;br /&gt;K/L – Hate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;M/N – Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O/P – Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q/R – Always wanted to break your legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;S/T – Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V – Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;W/X – Haven’t showered in a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Y/Z – am better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Wine- Our friendship is ruined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk – The apartment building is on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Water – I’m scratching my butt as you read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war&lt;br /&gt;Mineral/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey – I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Other – you should stop picking your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations&lt;br /&gt;Australia – Best of luck on the sex change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;France – Love always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain – With tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me Japan – Go milk a cow&lt;br /&gt;Greece – Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;USA – Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;England – Go drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-4383408102789037772?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4383408102789037772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=4383408102789037772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4383408102789037772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4383408102789037772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-something-really-random-and-stupid.html' title='Just something really random and stupid. LOL'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-3471647258786350762</id><published>2009-10-13T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:39:44.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day I would see the world and make my mark on it</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is selling clothes online. Dresses to be exact. So please do pay a visit to this website: &lt;a href="http://gwenrevenelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gwenrevenelle.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Btw, I like the plain colour one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a video on youtube. It's like dmn funny! You need to listen to what elmo and the person of the phone is saying only funny! If you don't get it, watch it a few times. Then maybe you will get it. Anyway, the website is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oe8CYEWsrfc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oe8CYEWsrfc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know! You can get aids just by kissing? OMG! It's like if you have an ulcer and it bleed. The blood mix together with your blood. If your blood can't go well with the other persons blood yoy get aids! WHAT THE! If the person have a cut and u guys kissed and if one of the person's blood was dirty, you get aids too. WOAH. Scared the hell out of me man! Thank goodness I didn't get aids. LOL LOL LOL. Anyway, be careful guys. If you have ulcer better don't kiss yeah! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to my aunt Celine! She gave birth to a pretty lil baby girl on the 13th of october 2009 at 12.43 a.m. The baby girl looks exactly like the older bro! It's like photostat or something. OHMIGOSH! My aunt haven't tot of a name yet. My mum and I think RENEE (pronounced as "RER-NEI") is a nice name. =) My other aunt from Singapore likes Valery. Cool name. I have a cousin sister! I can treat her like my sister that I always wanted. HAHA. But by the time she's 10, I'm already 24. Sheesh~ No ss partner d lar! XD NVM. I teach her to SS when she's 5! haha. Ntg to blog about d. Chao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;current mood : sleepy. hungry. sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-3471647258786350762?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3471647258786350762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=3471647258786350762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3471647258786350762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3471647258786350762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-day-i-would-see-world-and-make-my.html' title='One day I would see the world and make my mark on it'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-6942662025665489322</id><published>2009-10-11T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:52:20.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish that when I wake up you're there To wrap your arms around me for real And tell me you'll stay by side</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from lick hung's carnival day. I went there. Met up with florence, guan ren, bryan, chow liang, kenjin and some other guys. Don't know them. XD Didin't really talk much. Then I meet up with Wai Ching and Yi le. After that i met up with elora and Yi qian. The food sucked. No offence. The game was even worse. I saw sandy, song yen, hui si, john, denyse, chad, john and other people. Forgot who d. LOL sorry~ Yin ying was stalking me! XD Some guy performing on stage so semangat. Dmn sexy arh. HAHA. When he solo, me and my friends shout: WOAH SEXY! Everyone staring. LOL Then I saw a hot guy there. O.O WE walked around the whole school. Dmn boring. Watched more performance. Saw Shing Kern and Jhern Jet. Sat with them. Saw Jhern jet's admirer. LOL. Got crazy and started screaming at that stupid group that use LOVE DRUNK as their performance song. Then everyone staring again. So malu, I ran away. LOL Met up with YY again. that stalker! =P Took some pictures.  I keep on kacau those small kids that sell stuff. They all like: jie jie, wanna buy or not? RMX only. Den i surely say: who make one? you make one arh? you make i buy from you. XD Then they laughed and say their mummy or teacher make one. Dmn funny la their innocent faces. I made a new friend! Kai ying. XD Oh yeah, gt a small kid. Dmn cute. His name is zi song I think? LOL his friend is kai en. I keep on talking to them and kacau them.So fun. So CUTE! After that me and yi qian talk alone till 3. Went home. found out I KENA SUN BURN! SHIT! I'M A TWO TONE FREAK! OH NO! I saw a couple the guy keep on touching the girl ass. Babi lar that guy. Feel like using my slipper and throw at him. LOL. That's the end of my lame day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StHisgDZX1I/AAAAAAAAATM/HnBEu42R5-I/s1600-h/IMG_1376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StHisgDZX1I/AAAAAAAAATM/HnBEu42R5-I/s320/IMG_1376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391339483085496146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StHitYKNChI/AAAAAAAAATU/kj9eUJ1GBbY/s1600-h/IMG_1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StHitYKNChI/AAAAAAAAATU/kj9eUJ1GBbY/s320/IMG_1406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391339498146433554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StHiuZZ91jI/AAAAAAAAATk/F2TXNfXT_24/s1600-h/IMG_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StHiuZZ91jI/AAAAAAAAATk/F2TXNfXT_24/s320/IMG_1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391339515660850738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StHit1rY17I/AAAAAAAAATc/Jo7Kk-QCLjM/s1600-h/IMG_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StHit1rY17I/AAAAAAAAATc/Jo7Kk-QCLjM/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391339506070247346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;current mood : Tired and in-pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-6942662025665489322?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6942662025665489322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=6942662025665489322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/6942662025665489322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/6942662025665489322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-that-when-i-wake-up-youre-there.html' title='I wish that when I wake up you&apos;re there To wrap your arms around me for real And tell me you&apos;ll stay by side'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StHisgDZX1I/AAAAAAAAATM/HnBEu42R5-I/s72-c/IMG_1376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-7607120632912317408</id><published>2009-10-10T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:57:56.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ve been spending all my time Just thinking about you</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StCgncoPkPI/AAAAAAAAATE/1CwoGRQIJH8/s1600-h/ihateyou2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StCgncoPkPI/AAAAAAAAATE/1CwoGRQIJH8/s320/ihateyou2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390985353522811122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StCgXq_TZBI/AAAAAAAAASs/jaYe3vice8E/s1600-h/ihateyou1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StCgXq_TZBI/AAAAAAAAASs/jaYe3vice8E/s320/ihateyou1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390985082499720210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StCgnEntPaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zBBH3spFgz8/s1600-h/ihateyou.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StCgnEntPaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zBBH3spFgz8/s320/ihateyou.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390985347078110626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided something. I pretty proud of myself for doing so.(: But I still can't imagine that you would do such horrid things to me. I never imagined that you would lie without even feeling guilty. You really should consider picking up acting as a carer in the future. You have lied from the beginning and you never took the blame. You just pushed it all to others. You only know how to say how badly I did but what about you? Have you ever thought of the way you lied in front of my face and doing something else at the back of my back? Have you ever felt guilty? No. You never felt that way. You said I mistreated you from the very beginning but I wasn't the only bad guy here. I never lied as often as you. You never felt sorry for hurting me, you felt BAD. Maybe you don't even feel bad. But it's okay. It's all over now. So I won't whine about you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StCeOMlOFbI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZRM_W33ns20/s1600-h/stick+man.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StCeOMlOFbI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZRM_W33ns20/s320/stick+man.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390982720695178674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, sheesh~ It's been in my mind for ages. I don't know if I'm falling for him. OHGOSH! I can't believe I am saying this. I think of him when I am sad. As if I want to hug him and tell my feelings out and cry on his shoulder! =X But then I think I don't really like like him. I think I just like him as a friend and brother. But then it's like I feel so nice when I'm with him. It's like he always cares about me so much and I feel, well, it's kinda awkward, but i feel protected. Jeez. I don't know if i like like him or i just like him as a friend or I just admire him or I just have a good feeling about him. ARH WHATEVER~ I'm going on the 9 years contract with PN. TAH. I hope she's happy. sheesh~ Alright, I'll off to do more studies. Brush up my studies for the finals. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;current mood : I- KNOW-WHO-YOU-LIKE-YOU-POKER-FACE&lt;br /&gt;BUT-YOU-WILL-NEVER-GET-HER&lt;br /&gt;GIVE-UP-YOU-UGLY-MONKEY! lalala~ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-7607120632912317408?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7607120632912317408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=7607120632912317408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/7607120632912317408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/7607120632912317408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-spending-all-my-time-just.html' title='I’ve been spending all my time Just thinking about you'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/StCgncoPkPI/AAAAAAAAATE/1CwoGRQIJH8/s72-c/ihateyou2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-6806039354262399938</id><published>2009-10-08T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:21:16.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go on and tell your friends I'm obsessive and crazy. That's fine I'll tell mine you're GAY.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ss7IKZ9X2QI/AAAAAAAAASU/NtJeL0Etbnk/s1600-h/bonkers.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ss7IKZ9X2QI/AAAAAAAAASU/NtJeL0Etbnk/s320/bonkers.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390465885101611266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hyper and happy and crazy day just passed. Yesterday was so much fun! I did call up YQ and discussed about the limited time we had left for the finals. We planned to go out but after that particular discussion we were terrified. HAHA. YQ suggested we go for a movie and study at starbucks in sunway? =.= I was like WHAT?! Are you kidding me? studying in sunway? what a perfect place. URGH. Then she was like it's quiet in starbucks and we can eat and so comfy. Study finish can go shopping. I was kinda thrilled with that idea but it was still bonkers to do so. We could be in the history of crazy people. SHEESH. So we went for our movies. YQ and SL went to "where got shost?" but me and my mum went for "500 days of Summer". That show was kinda cool. Taught me something. it's basically about a boy that met up with a girl. They were happy together and he tot she was always the one for him. but then they broke up. They are not even sure why. The guy was obsessed with the girl but he found out the girl was married whne he tried to get her back. After that he let go of her and start a new life and found another girl. This taught me that sometimes things are already meant to be. All the things are already faithed. You either get it or you don't. No matter how hard you try to get it back it will never turn out well because it was already meant to be. So the best thing is let go and turn into a new leaf. Like they say there are always other fishes in the sea. (: For all the break ups that are reading this. Well, don't be sad or depressed. If you guys still love each other you guys should give it another chance but if one of you guys already has no feelings for you. It's time to let go. Maybe not now but sooner or later. I know sometimes the memories are just too hard to get rid off just in a snap of a finger but some memories are just to be kept as sweet memories. You don't have to forget them but surely you would find some thing or some one else that will overcome it. Believe in yourself and rmb you are not alone. There are a lot of people that still cares and love you. So don't be miserable and look on the bright side. Maybe something even better is coming your way. You just have to be patient. =D. Oh gosh! Me and my lectures. HAHA. Oh well, after that we went to BBQ plaza. The food was ok. Lazy to take pictures. HAHA. Obviously we did not study in Sunway. So all the chit chat about the finals are way down at my to-do list. =D But I will. At about 5 we were SUPPOSE to go home and study. But my mum suggested to go swimming. It has been ages since I went to the club in Shah Alam. My mum, bro, YQ, SL and I went there together. When we reached there, the place was so pretty! It was kinda cacat at 1st and I don't even know they did renovation in the club. So much for up-to-date. HAHA. Anyway, I had four floating thingys. I call them doodles. HAHA. We hit each other with those doodles. So fun! I know it's lame running around hitting but who cares? My brothers do that too and who cares if we are having fun? I rather be lame and look stupid than a stuck up. (: We went to the children's pool to play the slide. Luckily no one was there. If not dmn malu. HAHA. Later on, we played hide and run. HAHA. It's like you hide some where and when u see me finding you, you RUN! and I chase. HAHA. I am childish and lame. =) Besides that I taught YQ and SL freestyle. I'm such a bad teacher. ;D It was 7.30. Getting late so we get out of the swimming pool and hit for the showers. But we played with the doodles again. HAHA. Another lame stunt. We hit the doodle against the water see whose water splashing sound was louder. HAHA. After that the lamest yet funniest yet most fun part! We fought with the doodle! HAHAHAHAHHA. Me and YQ took a doodles and starting hitting any where we could reach. We were like shouting DONT COME NEAR ME! ARH!!!!!!!! And trying to hit each other. Crazy girls but thank goodness no one was there too. HAHA. SL showered 1st. So she didn't get to have fun. HAHA. After showering, we were on our way back home. We fight with the doodle again. HAHA! Some people were looking and smiling when we shout : OUCH! HAHA. I fetch them home and that's the end of my thrusday. XD I'm off to school now. Gonna do more lame stuff and you guys can't judge me for that. =P. TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Today I'm doing something really important. I hope it is a sucess. Wish me good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : I-can't-wait-for-school.=.=&lt;br /&gt;nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-6806039354262399938?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6806039354262399938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=6806039354262399938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/6806039354262399938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/6806039354262399938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-on-and-tell-your-friends-im.html' title='Go on and tell your friends I&apos;m obsessive and crazy. That&apos;s fine I&apos;ll tell mine you&apos;re GAY.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ss7IKZ9X2QI/AAAAAAAAASU/NtJeL0Etbnk/s72-c/bonkers.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-4578125550132019573</id><published>2009-10-06T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:20:33.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm spending all of these years Putting my heart back together.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I AM HAPPY. Happy you condemn me. You wanna know why? I finally know how you think of me adi. I finally know you weren't at all the puffyness in my eyes. I finally know you find me irritating and annoying since the 1st day. I finally know how you felt about me. I'm glad that I have let go FULLY and never turning back. I am finally over you. I feel so relaxed. I know this sounds awkward but thank you for insulting me. (: Anyway, you're not at all the important thing in this post. It's someone's birthday! He's also a very important person to me. Even though we just met this year but he is a great friend of mine. He's the one that always listen to me babble on the phone about crappy stuff the whole night. The one that listens to me talk about that HIM. urgh. I feel bad wasting his credit calling me talking about HIM. He is the one that compliments those fake stuff to make me happy. HAHA. You can't deny it now. =D He always make those so called predictions of the future. HAHA. But i know he just does that to make me feel better of myself and not so miserable. He is the one that actually DOESN'T THINK I'M WASTING HIS TIME AND CREDIT CALLING ME. NOT LIKE SOMEBODY. lalala~ I hope you're reading this, you-know-who-you-are. Anyway, I always teach him mandarin. It's like dmn funny when he pronounce. =P. But at lease you're trying rite? xD So I just wanna wish you a happy birthday and hope our friendship last for as long as we live? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsxqR6VKniI/AAAAAAAAASM/NdySCrNcbNI/s1600-h/Me+Playing+Comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsxqR6VKniI/AAAAAAAAASM/NdySCrNcbNI/s320/Me+Playing+Comp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389799710003994146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday boy =)&lt;br /&gt;Denzyl Kee Tjun Xian.&lt;br /&gt;(I hope i spelled his name correctly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;current mood : relieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-4578125550132019573?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4578125550132019573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=4578125550132019573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4578125550132019573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4578125550132019573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-spending-all-of-these-years-putting.html' title='I&apos;m spending all of these years Putting my heart back together.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsxqR6VKniI/AAAAAAAAASM/NdySCrNcbNI/s72-c/Me+Playing+Comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-3174027838280790944</id><published>2009-10-04T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:40:33.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is unfolding it's happening right before your eyes On the road to paradise</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SstIOGywPVI/AAAAAAAAARs/7iR6qX3YWPY/s1600-h/sisters.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SstIOGywPVI/AAAAAAAAARs/7iR6qX3YWPY/s320/sisters.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389480786257788242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a really random post here. (: I want an elder sister. Some times I read other people's blog or my friends that have older sisters, I envy them so much. Practically jealous. I always see them sharing clothes, gossiping about boys, chit chatting in the room at night, and the best part SS-ing together. Yeah friends can SS with you but it's just different.They can't do it as often because they don't see you every time. And how often can someone chat with you thru out the whole night in your room? Talking over the phone? It's just different. Sleep over? How many times can you do it? Yeah, elder brothers are cool too but somethings you can't do with guys. They won't understand or like it. HAHA. How many brothers would want to go shopping with you? Or bring you shopping or outing with his friends? NONE. well, maybe got but just a very very very very very minor number of brothers would do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask my mother why isn't my 2nd bro a girl? Then I would have a sister! BUt my mum always say if he was a girl you wont be in this world anymore. O.O So Thank Goodness he is a guy, HAHA. But it's a fact which means it's true forever that I won't have an elder sister. But I am still wondering in my dreamland. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SstIp3d9EuI/AAAAAAAAASE/3n81B4uIk0Y/s1600-h/jumping.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SstIp3d9EuI/AAAAAAAAASE/3n81B4uIk0Y/s320/jumping.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389481263180354274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also wondering how does it feels like to be a guy. Jumping and shouting around like baboons and no one cares. O.O If you're a girl and you do that people will think you're a "jakun". Ish. But it's a good thing I'm not a guy. HAHA. My bro told me those people that are like really nerdy or not really good-looking when they are young have higher chance to be hot next time. TRUE ALSO LER. Those celebraties some of them, when they were young dmn nerdy, when they're all grown up they're freaking hot! So don't underastimate the so called "not-so-good-looking-teenagers", they may be the hottest person you've seen in your life in the future. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm crapping a lot here. haha. And if you read this and want back the 1 minute of your life. Too bad. I can't do anything. LOL. Just think of it as charity. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SstIPKB655I/AAAAAAAAAR8/I7Tq3u0OTBg/s1600-h/heart.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SstIPKB655I/AAAAAAAAAR8/I7Tq3u0OTBg/s320/heart.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389480804306577298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking back of the way I'm so obsessed of getting a boyfriend. Some people judge me as blinded by love. Maybe I was. But I won't regret the things I experienced because if I did not experience all those stuff I won't have the memories that I would carry with me to the grave yard. I'm really glad that things are getting better. Last time I've been depressed I didn't eat or sleep or concentrate on anything I do. I tried commiting suicide before. But some people that are very important to me made me stand up again, made me face the world again, and mostly made me happy again. I'm really grateful to those people. I bet they don't want me to mention their names here. But I just wanna say thanks again for everything. May God bless you guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I want a phtography teacher. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-3174027838280790944?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3174027838280790944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=3174027838280790944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3174027838280790944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3174027838280790944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-unfolding-its-happening-right.html' title='Life is unfolding it&apos;s happening right before your eyes On the road to paradise'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SstIOGywPVI/AAAAAAAAARs/7iR6qX3YWPY/s72-c/sisters.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-8177119205328318726</id><published>2009-10-04T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:20:16.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Today I don't know what's up with me. I just miss you so much. Baby, I just feel so lonely. When I fall down, you're the one that cares or the one that actually does more than just saying take care yeah. I miss you so much. I miss the way you care so much for me. I miss the way you text me 24-7 , telling me you miss me too. Now my clap doesn't have a sound. No one is there to clap the other hand with me. I miss it when i fall down or cut myself you always ask me to don't walk so much or help me do stuff. When I'm sick, you make me honey drink. I really really miss you a lot. I miss it when some one is there to tell me I'll be there whenever you need me. I miss that there is some one i can rely on when things get bad. I miss the feeling of someone protecting me and preventing me from falling. I miss the feeling of you scolding the people that banged into me because you were afraid I got hurt. But now when I walk no one is there to hold my hand and lead me the way. I don't know if you feel the same. But I miss you more than you think I do. I may say i hate you to everyone but deep down very very very very deep down in my achey breaky heart I still love you. Maybe even more than last time. But people say if you love someone very very very very much you will let go of them because the main thing is you want them to be happy. But I'm a selfish girl but I'm trying bit by bit to let go. Everytime I think of letting go it just ruins my whole mood and day. I'm so jealous of girl A. You guys are so close. I can't stand it. I just wanna rip you guys apart! But I can't be so selfish. My friend told me you like her? I don't think so but there's a maybe. I really feel like crying. But if I love you, I would let go and let you have your own life and choose the person taht will make you happy. The girl that will do everything 100 times better than me or things I couldn't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fly away from me&lt;br /&gt;'Til the day you see&lt;br /&gt;That your perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you could see that were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Hope some day you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen head over hills for you&lt;br /&gt;And I just want you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you, it's like no one else is here&lt;br /&gt;and I just want you near&lt;br /&gt;(I just want you near)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it didn't work the first time&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to try&lt;br /&gt;Hope that someday your mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell so head over hills for her&lt;br /&gt;and she will be in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;When I'll be with her, no one else would be there'&lt;br /&gt;And I just want her near&lt;br /&gt;(Just want her near)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've fallen head over hills&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;It's a road to paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen head over hills for you&lt;br /&gt;And I just want you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you, it's like no one else is here&lt;br /&gt;and I just want you near&lt;br /&gt;(I just want you near)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've fallen head over hills&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;It's a road to paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a road to paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking back when we got together&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts we were saying forever&lt;br /&gt;So in love, boy we were so in love, mmm&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy wasn't what we wanted, we broke up&lt;br /&gt;And when you looked into my eyes I should of spoke up&lt;br /&gt;And held you near, then I wouldn't be alone&lt;br /&gt;And here it comes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I remember every word that you said&lt;br /&gt;It all just keeps spinning around in my head&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter what I try to do&lt;br /&gt;I keep on forgetting to forget about you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to think about you baby so much&lt;br /&gt;All the things we did and the way that we touched&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think about someone new&lt;br /&gt;I keep on forgetting to forget about you&lt;br /&gt;Forget about you, forget about&lt;br /&gt;Watch me turn around and forget, forget about you&lt;br /&gt;Forget about me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be crazy to say that we were perfect&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I was wondering if it was worth it&lt;br /&gt;But now I see, how could you run from me?&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I drive by your apartment&lt;br /&gt;I get this overwhelming urge to walk in&lt;br /&gt;And see your face and to be in that place all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I remember every word that you said&lt;br /&gt;It all just keeps spinning around in my head&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter what I try to do&lt;br /&gt;I keep on forgetting to forget about you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to think about you baby so much&lt;br /&gt;All the things we did and the way that we touched&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think about someone new&lt;br /&gt;I keep on forgetting to forget about you&lt;br /&gt;Forget about you, forget about&lt;br /&gt;Watch me turn around and forget, forget about you&lt;br /&gt;Forget about me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we laughed, the way we kissed&lt;br /&gt;I never though that I would miss&lt;br /&gt;All the things I used to complain about you&lt;br /&gt;The football games, the hometown friends&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad to see an end&lt;br /&gt;But tell me why I feel so alone without you?&lt;br /&gt;Ooo oh, Oooh, Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I remember every word that you said&lt;br /&gt;It all just keeps spinning around in my head&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter what I try to do&lt;br /&gt;I keep on forgetting to forget about you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to think about you baby so much&lt;br /&gt;(I don't want to think about you baby so much)&lt;br /&gt;All the things we did and the way that we touched (we touched)&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think about someone new (new)&lt;br /&gt;I keep on forgetting to forget about you&lt;br /&gt;(I keep on forgetting to forget about you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I remember every word that you said&lt;br /&gt;It all just keeps spinning around in my head (head)&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter what I try to do&lt;br /&gt;I keep on forgetting to forget about you&lt;br /&gt;(I keep on forgetting to forget about you)&lt;br /&gt;Forget about you, forget about&lt;br /&gt;Watch me turn around and forget, forget about you&lt;br /&gt;Forget about me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noo, Oh,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*these songs are nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : I..I..I.....nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-8177119205328318726?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8177119205328318726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=8177119205328318726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8177119205328318726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8177119205328318726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-readers-today-i-dont-know-whats-up.html' title=''/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-4292693534287890305</id><published>2009-10-03T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:32:58.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As the world keeps spinning round, you hold me right here right now</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna wish Qian hui and Jing yi Happy sweet fourteen. We've been classmates since std 1 till std 6. Even though now we seldom keep in touch but I just wanna let you guys know you were and will always be in my heart. (AWWW) LOL. So stay pretty, stay smart, stay friendly and stay as my friends forever. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssd4kirf7ZI/AAAAAAAAANM/UqkxSvV4UN0/s1600-h/060220091959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssd4kirf7ZI/AAAAAAAAANM/UqkxSvV4UN0/s320/060220091959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388408048351964562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;(from the left) qian hui, jing yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy belated moon cake festival ppl! xD. I went to sook lee house. Sook lee, Yi qian, Qi xiang and I wanna play candles. But in the end we got bored so We planned to jump in the swimming pool with our clothes on. I suggested to take off our clothes. HAHA  just kidding. =P. The swimming pool dmn dark I don't dare to jump. haha. So i asked qi xiang to jump den I jump. Titanic mer? haha. But obviously he did not lor. QX and YQ wanna grab my hands and feet and throw me in the swimming pool but failed. haha. So me and QX wanna throw YQ but we scare her only lah. We just carry her to the side of the pool. She screaming like mad. But i screamed worse. Havent garb me dne I scream d. HAHA. Sook lee so ke sian need to guard the phones and valueble stuff cause last time i lost my stuff there before. T.T In the end, QX pushed yi qian and me into the pool and he jumped in after that. LOL. Sook lee took pictures but again the pics are not with me. So i can't upload. jeez! nvm. Swimming in the pool with my clothes and in the dark was fun~ I saw I-syuen. He act like he don't know us. LOL.  Suddenly my brother said he reach to sook lee's house and wanna pick me up so I ranned to get some clean clothes from sook lee house. I didn't see the metal thingy on the floor so I tripped and fell. OUCH! dmn pain. So painful when I walk. I want a hug! T.T anyone care to hug me? HAHA. bet no one would want to. =P But I scared my brother scold me so I continue running like a crazy person. HAHA. I passed by USJ 11 padang and I saw some familiar faces but then I didn't go down. In the end It was YIN YING! ARH! I should have went. darn! nvm. I miss her so much lar. T.T BTW, who called my house phone just now? When I went out? I wanna know. My smart brother didn't ask for the person's name. He said it was a guy? Why didn't he calll my hand phone? I'm anxious to know who's that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : IN PAIN! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-4292693534287890305?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4292693534287890305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=4292693534287890305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4292693534287890305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/4292693534287890305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-world-keeps-spinning-round-you-hold.html' title='As the world keeps spinning round, you hold me right here right now'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssd4kirf7ZI/AAAAAAAAANM/UqkxSvV4UN0/s72-c/060220091959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-5254672512669398815</id><published>2009-10-02T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:09:56.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I paced back and forth all this time cause I honestly believed in you.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to bliss cafe with Jasyln, Florence, Siew yi and Xing yi. We ordered some food and celebrated XY's birthday. After the cake session, the tradition time! LOL She had to pick up the candles with her mouth. Obviously she don't want to so I did the honour. HAHA. I took out the candles, grabed the cake and smashed it on her face! but then i failed cz she pushed the cake away and it droped on the table but I didn't give up either. =P I picked up the cake with my bare hands, btw it's cheese cake so it's sticky and oily and gweey. EWW. and I smashed on her face again. and I suceeded! haha. But I hadn't got enough fun! so I took more cake and wiped on her face. The girls took some icing and cream and cake to wipe on her hands and everywhere they can reach. haha. Dmn fun. Then it's time for XY's revenge. She took the cake and wiped on everyone's face. We were like screaming and shouting like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! (typical girl's scream) Dont touch me! Go away! ahhhhhhhhhh! I dont want!! LOL. The whole floor dmn dirty. So we had to clean up cause it's in a cafe. LOL. Some ASS complained to the lady working there. But she didn't tell us to shut up or clean up. She did not entertaine that ASS that complained. hehe. She rocks! When we sang the Birthday song got some people I-have-no-idea who-they-are so semangat. Clap with us. hehe. Then the cafe on the happy birthday song. Dmn cool wei. HAHA. Here are the pics. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgrfn0BDII/AAAAAAAAARk/fg9hHaIZAnc/s1600-h/DSCN3230%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgrfn0BDII/AAAAAAAAARk/fg9hHaIZAnc/s320/DSCN3230%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388604776411892866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and florence ( she called me viv! I miss that name so much! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgfe_RSmLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JdyXGAiYTa0/s1600-h/DSCN3231%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgfe_RSmLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JdyXGAiYTa0/s320/DSCN3231%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388591571389290674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xing yi and me ( ignore me I look retarded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgffOpOTzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Be7a0tEL0gM/s1600-h/DSCN3235%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgffOpOTzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Be7a0tEL0gM/s320/DSCN3235%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388591575516204850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasyln and Siew Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgoZmfMDsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_eV9hilvbGo/s1600-h/DSCN3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgoZmfMDsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_eV9hilvbGo/s320/DSCN3268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388601374442000066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Xing yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I love this pic) credits to jasyln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgffkL1tqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-8iurkPTfLY/s1600-h/DSCN3236%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgffkL1tqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-8iurkPTfLY/s320/DSCN3236%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388591581298538146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xing yi's phtography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgmn2AzR-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/SjjukN8AtgA/s1600-h/DSCN3255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgmn2AzR-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/SjjukN8AtgA/s320/DSCN3255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388599420104427490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xing yi, me and florence&lt;br /&gt;( I rmb I used to call her flower during std 1 cz I couldn't pronounce her name. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgfgEyAWBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kshWHEXw260/s1600-h/DSCN3237%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgfgEyAWBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kshWHEXw260/s320/DSCN3237%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388591590048552978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, xing yi, siewyi and florence&lt;br /&gt;( LOL , I'm covering my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgpfMvpeII/AAAAAAAAARM/JODqcJGpvps/s1600-h/DSCN3291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgpfMvpeII/AAAAAAAAARM/JODqcJGpvps/s320/DSCN3291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388602570122557570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and jasyln :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgiU-cQRLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/o-NSkAfarw4/s1600-h/DSCN3238%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgiU-cQRLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/o-NSkAfarw4/s320/DSCN3238%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388594697903031474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgoZArjgcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FNQ1lNOeAWM/s1600-h/DSCN3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgoZArjgcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FNQ1lNOeAWM/s320/DSCN3267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388601364293321154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgiViyrDfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Wc1nT81yIFk/s1600-h/DSCN3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgiViyrDfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Wc1nT81yIFk/s320/DSCN3246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388594707660738034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flower. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgiWaw6ngI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ssU5tbIScII/s1600-h/DSCN3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgiWaw6ngI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ssU5tbIScII/s320/DSCN3248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388594722685754882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jasyln's photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgk6p4KHoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/D1-ccqqWo5o/s1600-h/DSCN3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgk6p4KHoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/D1-ccqqWo5o/s320/DSCN3249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388597544241208962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siewyi, Xingyi and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgk7aAc3hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MVi4NRwsj2o/s1600-h/DSCN3254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgk7aAc3hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MVi4NRwsj2o/s320/DSCN3254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388597557160893970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choosing what to order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgmpJaNP7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/nJ1ulhy07qI/s1600-h/DSCN3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgmpJaNP7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/nJ1ulhy07qI/s320/DSCN3261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388599442491129778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We shared butter cream chicken chop =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgk56YEjAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9t-1ybwvXmY/s1600-h/DSCN3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgk56YEjAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9t-1ybwvXmY/s320/DSCN3245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388597531490159618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at my retarded face! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgmnk3YVZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Wpptnd_FD7A/s1600-h/DSCN3283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgmnk3YVZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Wpptnd_FD7A/s320/DSCN3283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388599415501510034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien's photography. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgiV5iUSPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2YEzTNjd7-M/s1600-h/DSCN3246%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgiV5iUSPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2YEzTNjd7-M/s320/DSCN3246%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388594713766152434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ruined the picture! ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgoZxRveXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6lH-eZdxvP8/s1600-h/DSCN3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgoZxRveXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6lH-eZdxvP8/s320/DSCN3285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388601377338390898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I huff and puff and blow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgk6DiyJXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uwcmRUoSWpk/s1600-h/DSCN3248%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgk6DiyJXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uwcmRUoSWpk/s320/DSCN3248%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388597533951010162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaslyn phtography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgpercgjoI/AAAAAAAAARE/V7Xr9llsEZs/s1600-h/DSCN3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgpercgjoI/AAAAAAAAARE/V7Xr9llsEZs/s320/DSCN3288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388602561183911554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutting the cake&lt;br /&gt;( vivien's phtography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgk6_5HCSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UFCbi1BxYDc/s1600-h/DSCN3249%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgk6_5HCSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UFCbi1BxYDc/s320/DSCN3249%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388597550150781218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaslyn's phtography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgmoTLurOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wsTty9FaVOc/s1600-h/DSCN3257%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgmoTLurOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wsTty9FaVOc/s320/DSCN3257%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388599427934891234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien's phtography. I love this pic. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgmolBVhyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/uanvnLiRelE/s1600-h/DSCN3258%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgmolBVhyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/uanvnLiRelE/s320/DSCN3258%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388599432723138338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien's phtography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgpfbvIojI/AAAAAAAAARU/GJrf-bOF47g/s1600-h/DSCN3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgpfbvIojI/AAAAAAAAARU/GJrf-bOF47g/s320/DSCN3299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388602574146937394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The failed version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgpf68_DaI/AAAAAAAAARc/CKt3vDDZBiY/s1600-h/DSCN3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgpf68_DaI/AAAAAAAAARc/CKt3vDDZBiY/s320/DSCN3302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388602582526528930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sucess version. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgoYf-SZxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7r65wYgLts8/s1600-h/DSCN3261%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsgoYf-SZxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7r65wYgLts8/s320/DSCN3261%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388601355513521938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why you guys never upload the video. dmn funny lar! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school,&lt;br /&gt;Sook lee's dark horse asked about her~ OOLALA~ haha! XP I bet she dmn happy arh. HAHAHA! We planned to go out today but in the end didn't because....&lt;br /&gt;1st- we were SUPPOSE to go to sunway to watch movie but then sook lee can't make it to sunway. so nvm.&lt;br /&gt;2nd- we wanted to go summit. But guess what? the movie not showing in the cinema anymore. T.T so trip cancelled. ish!&lt;br /&gt;3rd-we were SUPPOSE to go to sook lee house but I don't have transport.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone emo~ especially yi qian. Her face turned BLACK. O.O but she got over it. how? Cause of mua! LOL just kidding. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school,&lt;br /&gt;I met up with florence and then jasyln and siew yi. Then suddenly siew yi shouted : " Look!! Xing yi's there. RUN! CATCH HER! Obviously I did not run because.....I'm not telling. HAHA. =P But some people should know why. Then we met up with xing yi.&lt;br /&gt;When we were going to splash, she said : PAUSE! I don't wanna get my bag wet.&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed her bag.&lt;br /&gt;When we wanna splash she said : WAIT! school cannot splash water.&lt;br /&gt;So we pushed her outside of school.&lt;br /&gt;We wanna splash again but she said : HOLD ON! I'm going to go buy a new phone later. I not going hoime to change! I can't be wet.&lt;br /&gt;Me and the girls exchanged looks. Then I said : Don't care lar! so we started splashing and running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During tuition,&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was fun yesterday. I talked to her and she talked to me too. Maybe I sendiri perasan but still I was so happy. LOL got so hyped and semangat. =D. I wanted to say bye but she go off d so too bad. wonder if she would say bye to me too. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I-HATE-IPHONES. Yes I said it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;yourehidingfrommefyiyouredoingaverybadjobitssoobviousthatyouarehidingfromme&lt;br /&gt;youknowwhatidontgiveadmnmaybeidobutsowhatidontevenunderstandwhyareyoudoingthis&lt;br /&gt;notlikeyouretheonethatissupposetodothatmaybeyoudontwannaseemeidontknowbutyouarejust&lt;br /&gt;tooweirdtounderstandyoustarebutyouarehidingmaybeimjustperasanthinkingthatyouarebutnot&lt;br /&gt;onlymethinksowhenidontseeyouiwannafindyouwhenisawyouiwannagoawaywhenyouarenot&lt;br /&gt;lookingistareatyoubutwhenyouarelookingilokksomewhereelseidontthinkofyoubutyouarealways&lt;br /&gt;inmymindilikeyoubutidontwanttoiwanttohateyoubuticantdoitiwannalookintoyoureyesandsay&lt;br /&gt;imissyoubutijustdonthavethegutstodoitnotlikeifididyouwouldcareimstuckicantmoveonbutyeti&lt;br /&gt;cantchangeanythingihateitwhenyoustarebutihateitmorewhenyoudontsaveme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-5254672512669398815?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5254672512669398815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=5254672512669398815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/5254672512669398815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/5254672512669398815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-i-paced-back-and-forth-all-this-time.html' title='As I paced back and forth all this time cause I honestly believed in you.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Ssgrfn0BDII/AAAAAAAAARk/fg9hHaIZAnc/s72-c/DSCN3230%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-3027351339078912155</id><published>2009-09-30T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:47:06.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not the one you sweep off her feet and lead her down the stair well</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsNvCniuctI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Vnu0Sdzjih8/s1600-h/thumbnail.aspx5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsNvCniuctI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Vnu0Sdzjih8/s320/thumbnail.aspx5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271670030299858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsNvC98DsgI/AAAAAAAAANE/ky8xw4JJEmI/s1600-h/thumbnail.aspx6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsNvC98DsgI/AAAAAAAAANE/ky8xw4JJEmI/s320/thumbnail.aspx6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271676042129922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Wednesday and as usual, PJ's the last period. So me and the girls ran to the so called "hill" and did the stupid routine. LOL. Bet you guys don't know what I mean. Anyway we got crazy, wait..we always do! ;D but crazier. We started shouting and screaming and running and jumping. HAHA. They said I was obsessed. Whatever~ non of their business anyways. =P I gt bored so I got down from the "hill" and walked around. The padang is next to the back of the dewan. Jeez I hate going there. Brings back so many memories. But I still sat there on the road, facing that stupid wall. I sat there for like 20 mins. Just staring at it blankly and thinking back. Ish. I'm weird. I said I hate it but I still go there. I hate that stupid wall! I wanna burn it and down! FOR GOODNESS SAKE. Btw, a car almost knocked me down when i sat on the road. O.O Then my friends got tired of the "routine" so they came and we went to get our bags. I walked with jared after school. That's all I gt to say. A very lame post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : The-stuck-feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-3027351339078912155?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3027351339078912155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=3027351339078912155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3027351339078912155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3027351339078912155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-one-you-sweep-off-her-feet-and.html' title='I&apos;m not the one you sweep off her feet and lead her down the stair well'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SsNvCniuctI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Vnu0Sdzjih8/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-8748979556777141971</id><published>2009-09-24T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T04:32:02.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate that stupid old pickup truck You never let me drive</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yi qian and sook lee came to my house. We watched the last house on the left. Dmn freaking disgusting like HOLY SHIT! Yi qian and I keep on saying oh shit! LOL. We were so bored so we took some pictures. Dmn lame one. LOL. I look freaking ugly in those pics. But it's okay I'm ugly anyways. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruFCv6it9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/2lTqlCtxqYM/s1600-h/DSC04003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruFCv6it9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/2lTqlCtxqYM/s320/DSC04003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385044061719803858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sook lee: Dont play play ok. After vivien lose control go cut us with that.&lt;br /&gt;Yi qian: Aiya, you scared for what? look at her face also know she scared la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruFDX4q7PI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Zzr9v392mVk/s1600-h/DSC04004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruFDX4q7PI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Zzr9v392mVk/s320/DSC04004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385044072449371378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: My ambition is to be a cut grass lady :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruFEUxAKsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mVT45-DYYhE/s1600-h/DSC04008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruFEUxAKsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mVT45-DYYhE/s320/DSC04008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385044088791771842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruFEsl7fHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qVw7mzbcW2I/s1600-h/DSC04009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruFEsl7fHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qVw7mzbcW2I/s320/DSC04009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385044095187778674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien : cheong sook lee, copy my pattern.&lt;br /&gt;Yi qian: Ehh? Change job adi arh? I tot you were the rubbish collector? haha. jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruGOHA5LUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MvXqc9saLy0/s1600-h/DSC04007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruGOHA5LUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MvXqc9saLy0/s320/DSC04007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385045356410645826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yi qian: VIVIEN! don't do it. Don't be crazy =P&lt;br /&gt;Sook lee : aiya. you see her face also know she faking la. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruGOrJJBNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3-Pa4y4BNwU/s1600-h/DSC04010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruGOrJJBNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3-Pa4y4BNwU/s320/DSC04010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385045366108914898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruGPa8296I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ycbRgwwL7hw/s1600-h/DSC04011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruGPa8296I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ycbRgwwL7hw/s320/DSC04011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385045378942302114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: Sook lee! dangerous la! after you accidentally cut off yi qian's finger.&lt;br /&gt;Sook lee : I care mer? I look cute den can d la! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruGO2iVU1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Uzvpo7-66kQ/s1600-h/DSC04012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruGO2iVU1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Uzvpo7-66kQ/s320/DSC04012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385045369167369042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruGP8ZoYoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FwWVEZFGUSs/s1600-h/P9170316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruGP8ZoYoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FwWVEZFGUSs/s320/P9170316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385045387921351298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: Aiyo so many pattern see I'm falling down d la!&lt;br /&gt;Yi qian: HAHA! Look at vivien! she look dmn funny!&lt;br /&gt;Sook lee: jangan cakap banyak-banyak lah. Aku paling cute! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrydZ0AbaOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VuzWlzFJHRU/s1600-h/DSC04013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrydZ0AbaOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VuzWlzFJHRU/s320/DSC04013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385352321211001058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sook lee and yi qian: nice wei this pic.&lt;br /&gt;Vivien: of cz la. My idea and i take one le. kai wan siao. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrydbHo71HI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nkDSXPUhEmQ/s1600-h/P9170318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrydbHo71HI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nkDSXPUhEmQ/s320/P9170318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385352343661040754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: AHH! Some one stepped on dog poop!&lt;br /&gt;Sook lee: aiyo. People pose nice nice d den u ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;Yi qian: Did I step one it? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrydcPii1bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zgK29U8aVH4/s1600-h/P9170320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrydcPii1bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zgK29U8aVH4/s320/P9170320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385352362961589682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yi qian is a bad girl. She point middle finger. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Srydbjy2YPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cGQFcCqTG5Q/s1600-h/P9170319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Srydbjy2YPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cGQFcCqTG5Q/s320/P9170319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385352351218819314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: wah. got pose-y somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Sook lee and yi qian: OI! faster take la. I'm going to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryfBeltp0I/AAAAAAAAALE/2PwRSaKarc8/s1600-h/P9170317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryfBeltp0I/AAAAAAAAALE/2PwRSaKarc8/s320/P9170317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385354102168201026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yi qian: eh, what is she doing there?&lt;br /&gt;Sook lee: emo la. never see before arh? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryfBw28NyI/AAAAAAAAALM/U10e8mTuTGA/s1600-h/P9170323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryfBw28NyI/AAAAAAAAALM/U10e8mTuTGA/s320/P9170323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385354107072296738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryfCh9nsPI/AAAAAAAAALU/2_etGCbtlCU/s1600-h/P9170324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryfCh9nsPI/AAAAAAAAALU/2_etGCbtlCU/s320/P9170324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385354120253649138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: I look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Sook lee: you always do. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryfDmmVZbI/AAAAAAAAALk/THgb3Rn8sxQ/s1600-h/P9170326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryfDmmVZbI/AAAAAAAAALk/THgb3Rn8sxQ/s320/P9170326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385354138678027698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: INSULT ME! revenge! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryfDPQAvCI/AAAAAAAAALc/nOI2yUkpDuo/s1600-h/P9170325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryfDPQAvCI/AAAAAAAAALc/nOI2yUkpDuo/s320/P9170325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385354132410383394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sook lee and vivien: AHHHHHHH! save me save me! I'm so scared! mama! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryjZJdrGwI/AAAAAAAAALs/-AsqWXI78ZA/s1600-h/P9170327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryjZJdrGwI/AAAAAAAAALs/-AsqWXI78ZA/s320/P9170327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385358906860706562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this pic. =) The sky at the back is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryjZq7xR4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/CbHvD_Ty4tY/s1600-h/P9170329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryjZq7xR4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/CbHvD_Ty4tY/s320/P9170329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385358915845310338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sook lee: sei fei po! open the door la! my mum come adi&lt;br /&gt;Vivien: call me fei po! you climb over the gate la! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Yi qian: her leg not long enough la. Ke sian her abit la. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryjaB0GwKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tsj-a6QucxU/s1600-h/P9170332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryjaB0GwKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tsj-a6QucxU/s320/P9170332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385358921987178658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ginger: Let me go! Your killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING!&lt;/span&gt; The pictures down there are freaking ugly and retarded. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryjaaY1YLI/AAAAAAAAAME/djsey9b_sb8/s1600-h/DSC07991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryjaaY1YLI/AAAAAAAAAME/djsey9b_sb8/s320/DSC07991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385358928583680178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sook lee: I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again! not the finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sryja9JhsaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_IMzkGpG7eY/s1600-h/DSC07992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sryja9JhsaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_IMzkGpG7eY/s320/DSC07992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385358937914716578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: Cheh! not pain also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryoBo3iNrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6Lsw8PMWxmo/s1600-h/DSC07993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryoBo3iNrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6Lsw8PMWxmo/s320/DSC07993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385364000531953330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryoCTI4fEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/onCTcNWQZj4/s1600-h/DSC07994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryoCTI4fEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/onCTcNWQZj4/s320/DSC07994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385364011879005250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien : ahah! shorty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryoCqqW01I/AAAAAAAAAMk/aZqSLK3No6Q/s1600-h/DSC07996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryoCqqW01I/AAAAAAAAAMk/aZqSLK3No6Q/s320/DSC07996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385364018193421138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sook lee: Give me mercy! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryoD4qzLyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WBiT-M-0d-o/s1600-h/DSC07995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryoD4qzLyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WBiT-M-0d-o/s320/DSC07995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385364039133245218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sook lee: come here doggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryoDYTYCuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pvZGt4qN3y0/s1600-h/DSC07998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SryoDYTYCuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pvZGt4qN3y0/s320/DSC07998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385364030445062882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivien: smell it! smell it!and taste it! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-8748979556777141971?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8748979556777141971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=8748979556777141971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8748979556777141971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8748979556777141971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-that-stupid-old-pickup-truck-you.html' title='I hate that stupid old pickup truck You never let me drive'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SruFCv6it9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/2lTqlCtxqYM/s72-c/DSC04003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-2311724070898799874</id><published>2009-09-21T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:35:21.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of a Friend</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is chun wei's (my kindy friend) sis 21st birthday. I went there with my mum. kinda boring. =P but the puppy was cute! I didn't really get to talk to chun wei but my mum sent aunt shanna and wee sheng back home. We were thinking of organizing a gathering or something like that for the kindy ppl. I mean 5 years old kindy ppl. I lost all the contacts. Dmn! I'm gonna go find them and hunt them down! XP. I can't really remember all of the people in that class. So anyone that pass by my blog from CEC USJ12 bouganvillea class/2000. Please let me know ur emails or phone numbers or something in my cbox. But I don't think anyone would read my blog anyway. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some poems about friendship and to all my friends or anyone I know or know me.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;When you         are sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         I will dry your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         When you are scared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         I will comfort your fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         When you are worried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         I will give you hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         When you are confused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         I will help you cope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         And when you are lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         And can't see the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         I shall be your beacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         Shining ever so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         This is my oath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         I pledge till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;         Why you may ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span pt="" style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;           Because your my friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just something really random. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Don’t care so much       for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;I may get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Don’t come so near       to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;I may not be able to       detach from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Don’t put so much       faith in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;I may not be able to       handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Don’t touch me the       way u do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;I may not be able to       get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Don’t become a part       of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Coz without u, I       won’t be able to live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Don’t make me fall       for u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;I may not be able to       fall out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Don’t come into my       life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;If u have to leave one       day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Don’t give me the       hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;That it’s forever u       r gonna stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Coz love is an emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;I won’t be able to       hide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;When love isn’t       reciprocated with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;It hurts deep down       inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Don’t start       something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;That I won’t be able       to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Don’t make me       believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;That u can be more       than a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;Coz at the end of it       all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;I don’t wanna hear u       say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;That,” I’m       sorry,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“ but I never felt       the same way!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;A  friend is like a flower,&lt;br /&gt;a rose to be exact,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe like a brand new gate&lt;br /&gt;that never comes unlatched.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is like an owl,&lt;br /&gt;both beautiful and wise.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,&lt;br /&gt;whose spirit never dies.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is like a heart that goes&lt;br /&gt;strong until the end.&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be in this world&lt;br /&gt;if we didn't have a friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one. but it's kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;My Friend when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I think of all that we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;All the times we argue and fight,&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside that it isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;I, then feel bad and alot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I've fallen from the sky like the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear friend with all of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But now that you're gone I've fallen apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting better as the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;I wish sometimes this was all a big lie.&lt;br /&gt;I pray to you every night.&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're my fire, a burning light.&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, I miss you alot.&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder why you were put in that spot.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're in a place much better than here.&lt;br /&gt;Watching and helping me with all of my fear.&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;we will have to the end.&lt;br /&gt;Friends til the end is what we will be.&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll be together,&lt;br /&gt;together you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,&lt;br /&gt; or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will&lt;br /&gt; search for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,&lt;br /&gt; nor the future with its untold stories.&lt;br /&gt; But I can be there now when you need me to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't keep your feet from stumbling.&lt;br /&gt; I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;&lt;br /&gt; Yet I can share in your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;&lt;br /&gt; I can only support you, encourage you,&lt;br /&gt; and help you when you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,&lt;br /&gt;                 from your values, from me.&lt;br /&gt; I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,&lt;br /&gt; But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,&lt;br /&gt; room to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,&lt;br /&gt; But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt; and put them back in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't tell you who you are.&lt;br /&gt; I can only love you and be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is something really special. I just wanna say this to all the people i hurt before. I'm sorry. I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Friends are friends       forever together till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You promised me that you       would always be my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One day something changed       I'm not sure what it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I lost you on that day       and the reason was because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it was a late dark night       and we had a stupid fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And for some reason, I       don't know why, we couldn't make it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td width="100%"&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We went our separate       ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This went on for days and       days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I made new friends and       you made yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but that hole in my heart       could not be filled for that hole was only yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Times got really tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;my road of life was, oh,       so rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I needed friends, not the       kind you see from day to day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but the kind that will       always and forever stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Memories were all I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and just the thought of       them made me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I cried every night       wondering how to make it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I wish you could erase       that day and that fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Would you please forgive       me? I don't know where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It hurts me so bad to       have this hole in my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't want our       friendship to totally end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I need you! You are my       best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So can we make a promise       to stay together till the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A vow to each other to       ALWAYS be BEST FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Vivien.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Current mood : I-dont-know-how-i-feel-now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-2311724070898799874?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2311724070898799874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=2311724070898799874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2311724070898799874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2311724070898799874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/portrait-of-friend.html' title='Portrait of a Friend'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-3438790814734587755</id><published>2009-09-21T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:02:30.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the peanut butter to my jelly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;tick tock tick tock..the clock is ticking. It's gonna be the 2nd of October soon. I wonder why this date is so special. Hmm..maybe it's not. Maybe it's just a normal friday with the same old schedule. But guess what? It's a very very very very very very very very very special day from someone that I love. It's 10.00 pm now. Another 2 hours to go! I bet you're nervous huh? It's my best friend forever and ever's birthday. She's turning 14. WOW. Thinking back during the old times when we we're still small kids. We knew each other since we were 4. We went to the same kindergarden and class. Do you remember how we met? You were so queit and I went up and tickled you till you laughed. That's where our friendship started. Random right? I know. LOL. WE've been best of friends since then. We do everything together like we're inseparable. =) We went to the same class and tuition everytime. We used to go swimming and go to each other's house to play. X) I miss those times. Then we went to primary school and again we're in the same school but sadly different class. We still always recess together and we people always thought we were sisters or cousins. haha. Remember that time I bluff the teacher I was your cousin so that my mum could bring you home after taking your report card for you? She actually bought it and my mum pronounced your name wrongly. You know her chinese. =P. Then when we were about standard 3 or something, you started to have another friends and I did to. We weren't as close as we used to be. Once I was so jealous when I saw you going recess with someone else. I was asking myself why isn't she recessing with me anymore? She don't want me as her best friend d. HAHA. Bet you don't know this. I never told you. But I was just a kid. Forgive me for my foolishness. haha. But I got over it and I tried to make friends with your friends. =D. But at lease we car pull to school everyday during primary school. You and your brother always eat in the car. Greedy and fat me always got so hungry when I look at the food. O.O I remember you always complain to your mum about the "kakak" of yours. Some times dmn funny. Those were the days huh? Years passed by, it's true that time flies. !st we were in kindy and now we're in secondary school. During secondary school, I met a lot of new friends, I got to know a lot of people and our friendship started to get further and further away. I changed so much in secondary school. But you were still on my best friend forever list. =D  Then I had a conflict with my "friends" and you were the one that always stand up for me but I was such a bad friend. I thanked you but in my heart to be honest I always thought that he was the one that stand up for me the most. Maybe he was but I never appreciated the things you helped me. I was blind by love. You advised me to do the right things and I never listened. You told me it's going to turn out bad. You told me to end it fast before I get hurt. But I never listened or cared. I just thought you hated him for some reason. That time I went to kemuning utama, I actually used your bike without and cycled "there". You came and find me. I pleaded you to let me stay for awhile. But you didn't let me. At first I thought you were just being selfish and didn't let me because you hated him. Cause of that we had an arguement. But then we were okay later. After I break, only I realized why you did all those things to me. You weren't being selfish, you were looking out for me. You knew it was dangerous for me to cycle around alone. You knew it was wrong to go out of the garden without adult's permission. You knew I was doing the wrong thing. But I actually chosed him over you. How could I? All these time you were looking out for me, caring for me, you didn't want to see me get hurt again so you told me all those things. But I did not believe in you. Then some incident occured with me and my ex. The one that was always by my side was you. Even though I treated you like that. You still stand up for me, you still got my back, catch me when I fall, wipe my tears when I cry, hug me when I'm sad, laugh with me when I'm happy. (SHIT, tears are welling up in my eyes). Now when I think back, I feel so sorry and guilty and sad. You were always the one that was always there but I didn't seem to notice. Not until now. All the things you told me before I made decisions were all true but I just couldn't care less. How stupid of me. I just wanna say that I'll take back each and every thing I did or said to you if I had the chance. If time would turn back, I would listen to you. Now it's my turn to get your back and give you a hand. I have to do my part too. I want you to know, no matter how bad things turn out even if it's the end of the world, I'll always love you. You'll always be in my heart as the best friend I will ever have. ( darn it i'm crying. LOL) I would never ask for a better friend than you. Without you I guess half of my life will be empty and meaningless. I love you very much. I really mean it. No one could ever replace you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;You're a true friend,&lt;br /&gt;that I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;Our love for each other&lt;br /&gt;has helped us to grow.&lt;br /&gt;We've been through some tough times,&lt;br /&gt;but we've made it through,&lt;br /&gt;The only one I ever trusted was you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;You  helped me through anger,&lt;br /&gt;you've chased away fears.&lt;br /&gt;You held me through sadness,&lt;br /&gt;and kissed away tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;You stayed by my side&lt;br /&gt;when the world turned away.&lt;br /&gt;You helped me see joy&lt;br /&gt;when the skies were all gray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;You  were the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;You help me be different&lt;br /&gt;when I shouldn't conform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand&lt;br /&gt;when you knew we would fall.&lt;br /&gt;Every heartache,&lt;br /&gt;you saw me through it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;I'm  not sure&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the best friend to you,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;but this much is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;When life gets you down,&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere to turn,&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you through and&lt;br /&gt;I'll share your concern. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;I'll  try my best to return every favor,&lt;br /&gt;When you're sure that you'll drown,&lt;br /&gt;then I'll be your lifesaver;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we both go down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt; Whether we sink or swim&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter at all,&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;whenever you call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;I'll pull you out&lt;br /&gt;when life pulls you under.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the sun&lt;br /&gt;when there's lightning and thunder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;And  when it's all over,&lt;br /&gt;And we've fought every war,&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I promise,&lt;br /&gt;Of this I am sure,&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes&lt;br /&gt;that we're put to our rest.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure that you know that,&lt;br /&gt;My friend, you're the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;And  if there is Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;then I know you'll be there,&lt;br /&gt;That if you die first&lt;br /&gt;then you'll hear every prayer.&lt;br /&gt;And soon I'll join you,&lt;br /&gt;but just know until then.&lt;br /&gt;That I'll miss you each day&lt;br /&gt;'til I see you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;At  the end of the tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be my guiding light,&lt;br /&gt;You'll lead me to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;away from the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be there together,&lt;br /&gt;and we'll never grow old.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll walk hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;On the streets paved of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Best Friend!&lt;br /&gt;A friend that really cares!&lt;br /&gt;All my secrets i can share!&lt;br /&gt;There when i need a hand!&lt;br /&gt;There to understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When i cry!&lt;br /&gt;She will be by!&lt;br /&gt;If i am away!&lt;br /&gt;She will call me day by day!&lt;br /&gt;If i need her at all!&lt;br /&gt;She'll be there to stand tall!&lt;br /&gt;Anything i say will be heard!&lt;br /&gt;She will listen word by word!&lt;br /&gt;If I am late!&lt;br /&gt;She will open the gate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As she looks in my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;The sparkle she realize!&lt;br /&gt;She is the one that cares!&lt;br /&gt;And the one thats there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a best Friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And that's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chai Xing Yi. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Vivien.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Current mood : I-love-you-best-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-3438790814734587755?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3438790814734587755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=3438790814734587755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3438790814734587755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3438790814734587755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-are-peanut-butter-to-my-jelly.html' title='You are the peanut butter to my jelly.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-725234408611122764</id><published>2009-09-20T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:34:40.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never think about you but you're always on my mind</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch the midnight movie in sunway with my bro today. We watched G-force. It was not bad la. Not to say very good neither bad. I like the fat hamster! What's his name again? Harvey? Ahh..whatever. He's so cute and fat and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrZKG-rPTGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PLHI1_kzXoE/s1600-h/harvey.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrZKG-rPTGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PLHI1_kzXoE/s320/harvey.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383571888332033122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrZKk-U7irI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Wgqqr6kk-FU/s1600-h/gforce.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrZKk-U7irI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Wgqqr6kk-FU/s320/gforce.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383572403634539186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrZLLrJpS5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/S6wyFmbqYLA/s1600-h/gforce1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrZLLrJpS5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/S6wyFmbqYLA/s320/gforce1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383573068501830546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrZLLAg134I/AAAAAAAAAI8/R7GaPQZc53E/s1600-h/gforce2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrZLLAg134I/AAAAAAAAAI8/R7GaPQZc53E/s320/gforce2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383573057056399234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-725234408611122764?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/725234408611122764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=725234408611122764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/725234408611122764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/725234408611122764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-think-about-you-but-youre.html' title='I never think about you but you&apos;re always on my mind'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SrZKG-rPTGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PLHI1_kzXoE/s72-c/harvey.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-8092154904049770883</id><published>2009-09-16T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:14:53.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna run away</title><content type='html'>Dear readers, (I don't think anyone is reading it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of September exam and the holidays are just around the corner. Everyone seemed so happy, I'm suppose to be happy too but I don't know why I'm not. Maybe I'm just weird or maybe cause of tomorrow? hmm..never mind. Forget about it. It doesn't really matter now. As if anyone cares or remembers it. So I'm gonna keep on all to myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During the exam, I was thinking about this song. :( It brings back a lot of memories. This song is kinda cool as a ringtone. It's like if some one called your cell phone it will go "Do-You-Hear-Me? I'm-talking-to-you." LOL! I used to sing this song all the time as if no one was hearing and my brother always complained. HAHA. Few days ago, he asked me why aren't you the "lucky" song anymore?  but then I didn't tell him the reason. But I think he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had me holiday planned out already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gonna go SHOPPING!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and me friends plan to go for a 18 pl movie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My aunt from Melacca is dropping by. So when she goes back me and my family are  planning to go for a one day trip to EAT! HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gonna go to a open house and meet some new friends! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be studying for the finals. WOW. O.O ( I'm just saying. Surely in the end I didn't even touch my book) :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for plan no.2. I though of some weird ways. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Plan A : ask a grown up to buy the ticket and we just throw the ticket to the guy at the counter and run in the cinema! LOL..(shhh...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan B : Dress more mature. O.O Sook lee can hide behind someone. LMAO!!!!!!! Just kidding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan C : Go get a guy friend which is 18 and above. Act like we're a couple and go in. LOL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan D : Just go in. If the counter guy said we look underage. Sue him. HAHA. Just kidding. Just say we're kidding and change another movie =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan E : Just forget about the movie and go for another one. No need to malu. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely in the end we're sticking with plan E. But I guess we could try. HAHA. Oh ya today gt 2 ppl bday. I don't really know them but just wanna wish happy bday to vmal and eugemia's sis. :D. Wish you guys all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : Thinking. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-8092154904049770883?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8092154904049770883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=8092154904049770883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8092154904049770883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8092154904049770883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-wanna-run-away.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna run away'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-3078660039775841034</id><published>2009-09-11T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:01:01.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by jack, jared and rachel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;1.Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;my head and forehead and I don't know how to explain that part. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this MORNING ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;no feeling. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo WITH ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;my baby cousin&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;4. Would you consider yourself SPOILED ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;quite?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;5. Will you ever donate BLOOD ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If i can maybe I would&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite SEX ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yeah.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;7. Do you want someone to be DEAD ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nope. why should I?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;8.. What does your last text message SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;hello babe! =)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;9. What are you thinking about right NOW ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;what to write here? haha&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right NOW ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;quite early, about 1?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Some shop in sunway with my best friend. =D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right NOW ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nope. surprisingly. O.O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;14. Who was the last person who text YOU ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;angela i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;TEN Lucky People to do this quiz :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Eugenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Elora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Xing yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Guan ren&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yi qian&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wai ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship WITH ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nobody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or a FEMALE ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;female&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get TOGETHER , would it be a good ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HAHA. cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;18. What is no.1 studying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;everthing everyone else is studying?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with THEM ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;not long ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;20. IS no.4 SINGLE ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yeap. She's a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;21. Say something about no.2.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;22. What do you think about no.3 &amp;amp; no.6 being TOGETHER ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Lesbians. ;D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;23. Describe no.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;just nice is HENG YI QIAN. She's a freak of SS501 and hyun joong. And I always give her the =.= stare when she's non stop talking about that guy. We always make fun of sook lee. HAHA. but sook lee also make fun of us. We always laugh at sook lee "dark horse" LMAO! She always help me when i ask for it. We always laugh together like sia cha bos everyday. She has bad taste in guys. KIM BUM so much hotter than her HYUN JOONG. =P. Still got lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;24 . What will you do if no.6 and no.7 FIGHT ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;they won't. They practically know each other.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;25 . Do you like no.8 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;as my friend. yeah!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-3078660039775841034?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3078660039775841034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=3078660039775841034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3078660039775841034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3078660039775841034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/tagged-by-jack-jared-and-rachel.html' title='tagged by jack, jared and rachel.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-169590091908847327</id><published>2009-09-08T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:11:46.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To err is human, to forgive is divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged,you are supposed to write a note with 100 Truths about you.At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Last beverage- water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Last phone call- denzyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Last text message- denzyl also O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Last song you listened to- Satu malaysia =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Last time you cried- That week when I broke up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Dated someone twice- nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Been cheated on- Sort of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it- Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Lost someone special- Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Been depressed- yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Been drunk and depressed- nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Made a new friend- yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Fallen out of love- huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Laughed until you cried- laugh under I had a stomach ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Met someone who changed you- Yes I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were- I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you- ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend's list- yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENERAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life - most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Do you have any pets - yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Do you want to change your name- nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday- celebrated in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What time did you wake up today- 8.45a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night - talking on the phone :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for - for things to get better =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother- a minute ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life- all the wrong things I did to the people that once cared about me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What are you listening to right now- some piano music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom- nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now- =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Most visited webpage- blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Where you want to be right now- in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Nicknames- too many to type. lazy. they're all pathetic anyways! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Relationship Status- Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Zodiac sign - Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Elementary- SJKC lick hung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Middle school - SMK Seafield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Hair colour -  black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Long or short - not long neither short?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Height- 164cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone- I'm lying if I say no but I'm trying to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. What do you like about him/her- The memories? those that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Tattoos- i don't like tatoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Righty or lefty - Righty =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. First surgery - None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. First piercing - Ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. First best friend- chai xing yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. First kiss- KIndergarten =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. First vacation- [unidentified]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. First crush - Kindergarten? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. Eating- Nothing, still "puasa-ing" haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60.Drinking- nothing, still "puasa-ing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61.I'm about to- eat in another 15 mins! I'm so darn hungry ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Listening to- piano music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Waiting for- me to finish this tag and 7.30 to feast! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. Want kids? - one or two will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65. Get married- yeah =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. Career- a successful heart specialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Lips or eyes -both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Hugs or kisses- both? but i prefer hugs =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Shorter or taller- Taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. Older or Younger - same age or older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous = Both~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms = both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. Sensitive or loud = both when needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship = Relationship and hook up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = Hesitant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. Kissed a stranger- nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77.Drank hard liquor - nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts - nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. Sex on first date - nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80. Broken someone's heart - I don't think he is broken anyways. But I did break another person's heart before. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. Had your own heart broken - yeah. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Been arrested - nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. Turned someone down- yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Cried when someone died- yes. of cz. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?- yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Yourself - Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. Miracles - Occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Love at first sight- maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. Heaven - Eternal Bliss =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. Santa Claus - nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Kiss on the first date - why not? that happened to me once. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Angels - i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Had more than one bf/gf?- Yeah = =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95. Did you sing today? - yup yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?- not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go, and why? - the day I didn't get my Singapore scholarships because..I don't feel like telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Are you afraid of falling in love with somebody else? - If I do, I won't do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there are no words to say &lt;br /&gt;What I feel in my heart &lt;br /&gt;You, you're on my mind night and day &lt;br /&gt;And it hurts me when we're apart &lt;br /&gt;When you're not here by my side &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in this world for me &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm crazy, crazy for you can't you see &lt;br /&gt;And although you may think it's crazy &lt;br /&gt;Here is where I want to be &lt;br /&gt;I will always need your love &lt;br /&gt;Now, I can see every dream &lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And though things never are what they seem &lt;br /&gt;There is one thing that I realize &lt;br /&gt;That there's no doubt in my mind &lt;br /&gt;We can make this love go on forever &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm crazy, crazy for you can't you see &lt;br /&gt;And although you may think I'm crazy &lt;br /&gt;Here is where I'll always be &lt;br /&gt;And I need you with me 'cause you are the dream &lt;br /&gt;That finally came true for me &lt;br /&gt;And all my life there will be no one else &lt;br /&gt;If I looked all my life there could be no one else &lt;br /&gt;And for the rest of my life all I need is you.&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldn't know because you never loved me the way I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;And I was dumb enough to though you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I love this song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;current mood : confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-169590091908847327?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/169590091908847327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=169590091908847327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/169590091908847327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/169590091908847327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-err-is-human-to-forgive-is-divine.html' title='To err is human, to forgive is divine'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-2032347331859363741</id><published>2009-09-06T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:02:25.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you. You love me. We're a happy family.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, on my way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;. A sudden flash back of me and my family members just rushed into my mind. I remembered all the joy, the happiness, the sorrow, the problems, the conflict, the laughter, the cooperation, the satisfaction and the peacefulness. And recently my dear uncle Phillip passed away. I kept on thinking about him and how he treated me like a princess. He bought me branded clothes, shoes, bags, toys when I was young, and all the stuff that I wanted. He is a hair specialist. A very talented one. He not only knows how to style hair, he knows how to sew and arrange flowers. Once, during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;. He was so bored. So he looked around the house for left over artificial flowers and tree twits. He could just took all the things we did not expect and rearrange them into a plants where you need to pay about hundreds to buy from the shop. It was so beautiful. I should have took a picture. =(  He always gave he hair treatments for free. He always did the whole family's hair and make up when it comes to important occasions. I miss him. I miss the way he always told me to massage his back for him. I miss the way he always watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong drama till he falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other family member that I miss is my second brother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt; Wei Kit. He's studying in United Kingdom now. He always fight for the computer with me, tease and bully me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pakat&lt;/span&gt; with my big brother and bluff me, do stupid things with me, sing songs with me,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gila&lt;/span&gt; with me ;D. condemn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lalas&lt;/span&gt; with me, bring me shopping, give me fashion tips, buy stuff for me, scold me, hit me, tell me lame stuff, make the best chocolate cheese cake! yum! Back up me when I get bullied, cheer me up, Telling me that high-school-is-gonna-end-soon-you-won't-miss-it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Even so, I love my brother very much. I couldn't ask for a better brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people may "hate" their siblings or don't talk to them. But I don't understand..why you want to do that? Yeah, I know. You may say I didn't choose to be born up in this family with my annoying siblings. Since you can't choose then live with it to the fullest la! Have you ever though if you called your siblings annoying and what if they weren't in your lives anymore..how would you feel? I know you guys will think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! No more anyone to bother me! But you know, It's not as fun as it looks. Some times the annoying part makes your life full of colours. If not it would be monotonous. It just feels so lonely without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people condemn their own parents before, especially when they scold or punish us. not to say I did not. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shhhh&lt;/span&gt;...:P) But sometimes when I think back, I really feel sorry to them. When you say I hate my family and my parents. Deep down it really hurts to say that. Your mum carried you in her stomach for those freaking 9 months, suffering and uneasy, for what? for who? FOR YOU! If you think you're parents don't love you, you are so wrong. Have you ever thought, if you're mum hates you, she would have took away your life when she had you. She has the authority to do that but why didn't she? Because she loves you. Have you ever thought If your dad hated you, would he still be working to raise the family? No. He would be out there enjoying himself and just dump you in the streets and ask you to beg for money for HIS expenses. Why didn't he do that? Because my dears, he loves you. Life is short, you wouldn't know what would happen next. So live it to the fullest without any regrets. Appreciate the people that care and love you before it's too late. Have you ever thought, one day you're parents are not with you anymore. How would you survive? working? I don't think you can cope with that while studying. Beg? How many people will sympathise you to give you money? Do you guys know how important family members are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one once asked me a question. It was about a year ago. He asked me, do you put you're family first or you're friends? It's a pretty hard question. And most of the teenagers would say friends. But in my opinion, I put my family first. I'm not saying that my friends aren't important, they are very important to me too. But to be honest, I know friends come and go, even lovers come and go but family? They would never come-and-go. They will always be there for you even if you did the stupidest mistake in the whole world. Yes, friends would help. Some friends help a lot but family, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;scarifies&lt;/span&gt;. No one in this world can replace the love and care your family gave you, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sacrifices&lt;/span&gt; they did for you. Some people may think they also didn't do anything for me. Well, you are wrong. Your parents just wouldn't tell you. They just kept it among themselves. Suffering themselves. Where else, US, kids just enjoy our life without thinking what our parents had done for us. I am not a very good girl. I am not a perfect daughter. I don't get the best results. And I feel very sorry and bad to my parents. I did things that me myself wouldn't imagine of doing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;. The worst part was I disappointed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story is, appreciate your family, before it's too late. And start communicating with you're family. You may find it fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : I-feel-bad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-2032347331859363741?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2032347331859363741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=2032347331859363741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2032347331859363741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2032347331859363741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you-you-love-me-were-happy.html' title='I love you. You love me. We&apos;re a happy family.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-4155237075949418048</id><published>2009-09-05T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:16:27.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll stand by you when nobody does.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting about few of me gila friends that gila with me yesterday. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st one is calxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we webcam-ed together and we're like so bored so we did like stupid pose and screen shot-ed. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMxjHjFZzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QejQALR-6kg/s1600-h/hfh_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMxjHjFZzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QejQALR-6kg/s320/hfh_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378196859401889586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at me and her..dmn funny lar..the 1st picture and the 1st photo I look dmn cacat! haha. The 2nd photo ok la. cz I'm not looking at the screen! haha! the 3rd one. LMAO! I look like the old man in the movie UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMyA0FJ_iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tyRvt45Yd9E/s1600-h/fdsfsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMyA0FJ_iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tyRvt45Yd9E/s320/fdsfsd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378197369572163106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2nd pic and the 1st photo..dmn cacat. I learned from my baby cousin but she look so cute when she did it. I look so crappy! haha. The 2nd photo..ROFL! I look dmn stupid. hahahahha! The 3rd photo I acting plain dumb la!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd person that gila with me is Wong Xue Er. HAHA! not gonna tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMzVVUpqSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/puRpExI8gkM/s1600-h/03092009%28002%29-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMzVVUpqSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/puRpExI8gkM/s320/03092009%28002%29-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378198821604534562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Act emo. eleh..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMzV9ufURI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yRzNpyzD6PA/s1600-h/06062009%28025%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMzV9ufURI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yRzNpyzD6PA/s320/06062009%28025%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378198832450326802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic dmn sexy! I love her blouse! I love this pic the most! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMzWdoGWZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OVI437AppL4/s1600-h/16032009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMzWdoGWZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OVI437AppL4/s320/16032009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378198841013459346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one dmn kay ying lor. Where are you looking gal? LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMzWwjrmZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Yf169kG8-jA/s1600-h/This+is+the+simple+me...xD-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqMzWwjrmZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Yf169kG8-jA/s320/This+is+the+simple+me...xD-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378198846095202706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OO yor! oo yor! sexay sexay arh. LOL I'm so retarded. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I miss her ALOT. Long time since I saw her and chatted. I dropped by her house yesterday but unfortunately she went out with her family . =( Too bad. But I'm visiting her later. =D And and and..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M SO JEALOUS. =.= SHE G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ET TO HUG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT GUY EVERYDAY! SO UNFAIR!! IN SCHOOL SOMEMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next girl that gila with me is Heng Yi Qian. That siao cha bo keep on bluffing me. Very fun arh? =.= LOL! But hor she no webcam if not can gila more! LOL! She heard me scold a lot of bad words. O.O I feel so bad. but I apologized to her already and she didn't mind cause I wasn't scolding her. LOL! lame right? I know i know. But that's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th person is Jared Yim Zheng Yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqM1wpqnZXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/73qPoFxyRF8/s1600-h/DSC03759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SqM1wpqnZXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/73qPoFxyRF8/s320/DSC03759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378201489945093490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL! This photo is darn funny! hahahahhaahahaha. Anyway jangan emo larh! Why so moody? I tot somebody say he won't emo one? I'm also not really sure what's the main reason cause he himself also dont know! LMAO! cheer up k? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to that somebody, you wanna know then ask me la. I'm talking about a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; A very weird &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GIRL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And please tell the truth cause I'm pretty sure you are lying. But I was lying to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; too. So it's neutral. If ya wanna know the truth, pls tell the truth too. Just saying something really random here. chao. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : I-know-you-are-lying&lt;br /&gt;Gila is so fun. =D You should try it sometimes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-4155237075949418048?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4155237075949418048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=4155237075949418048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-2519111038171400679</id><published>2009-09-04T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:02:06.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is imposible, it's just the way you look at it.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something for fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;English version&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for not giving me my happily ever after, but I hate myself more for not catching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for not loving me the way I should be loved, but I hate myself more for not appreciating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for not feeling sad or broken, but i hate myself more because my impact on you ain't big and the place I am in your heart ain't enough to make you feel broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for not looking at me in the eyes like you always do, but i hate myself more for avoiding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for not hugging me when I cry, but I hate myself more for not being there when you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being such a coward, but I hate myself more for running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for not treating me the way you treated the others, but I hate myself more for treating you as if I took you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being so sweet to me last time, and now I can't get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for accompanying me every time when I needed some one the most because now I feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being so funny, because I still laugh at the things you said at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being so sweet to me, because all the memories I had with you can't seem to be erased from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being the shelter under the rain, because now I'm soaking wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being the sun block under the hot sun, now my skin is burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being the hand to catch me when I fall, because now I have a lot of bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being the bandage for me to wrap around when I'm hurt, because my wounds are swelling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being the sugar to my tea, the peanut butter to my jelly, because everything now just seems tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being the arms that warm me when I'm cold, because now I'm freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being the prince charming in my love story because now it's an unfinished tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;French version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour ne pas me donner mon heureusement jamais après, mais je me déteste plus pour ne pas l'attraper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour ne pas m'aimer la façon que je devrais être aimé, mais je me déteste plus pour ne pas l'apprécier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour le fait de non être triste ou cassé, mais je me déteste plus parce que mon impact sur vous n'est pas grand et l'endroit je suis dans votre coeur n'est pas assez pour vous faire se sentir cassé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour ne pas me regarder dans les yeux comme vous font toujours, mais je me déteste plus pour vous éviter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour ne pas me serrer dans ses bras quand je crie, mais je me déteste plus pour ne pas me trouver présent quand vous êtes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être un tel lâche, mais je me déteste plus pour l'enfuyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour ne pas me traiter la façon que vous avez traitée les autres, mais je me déteste plus pour vous traiter comme si je vous ai considérés comme allant de soi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être si doux à moi la fois dernière et maintenant je ne peux pas vous recevoir de ma tête.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour m'accompagner la chaque fois quand j'ai eu besoin de quelqu'un le plus parce que maintenant je me sens si solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être si bizarre, parce que je ris toujours des choses que vous avez dites par moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être si doux à moi, parce que tous les souvenirs que j'avais avec vous ne peuvent pas sembler être effacés de mon esprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être l'abri sous la pluie, parce que maintenant je trempe mouillé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être le bloc de soleil sous le soleil chaud, maintenant ma peau est brûlée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être la main pour m'attraper quand je tombe, parce que maintenant j'ai beaucoup de malabars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être le bandage pour moi pour emballer autour de quand je suis fait mal, parce que mes blessures se gonflent maintenant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être du sucre à mon thé, le beurre de cacahuète à ma gelée, parce que tout semble maintenant juste fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être les bras que chaud moi quand je suis froid, parce que maintenant je gèle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous déteste pour être le prince charmant dans mon histoire d'amour parce que maintenant c'est une histoire inachevée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;German version&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, mir meinen glücklich seit dieser Zeit nicht zu geben, aber ich hasse mich mehr dafür, es nicht zu fangen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, mich die Art nicht zu lieben, wie ich geliebt werden sollte, aber ich hasse mich mehr dafür, es zu schätzen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, mich jämmerlich oder gebrochen nicht zu fühlen, aber ich hasse mich mehr, weil mein Einfluss auf Sie nicht groß ist und der Platz ich bin in Ihrem Herzen, nicht genug ist, um Sie zu lassen, sich gebrochen fühlen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, auf mich in den Augen wie Sie nicht zu schauen, immer tun, aber ich hasse mich mehr dafür, Sie zu vermeiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, mich nicht zu umarmen, wenn ich schreie, aber ich mich mehr dafür hasse, dort nicht zu sein, wenn Sie sind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, solch ein Feigling zu sein, aber ich hasse mich mehr dafür davonzulaufen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, mich die Art nicht zu behandeln, wie Sie die anderen behandelten, aber ich hasse mich mehr dafür, Sie zu behandeln, als ob ich Sie als selbstverständlich betrachtete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, so süß zu mir letztes Mal zu sein, und jetzt kann ich nicht Sie aus meinem Kopf bekommen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, mich jedes Mal zu begleiten, als ich jemanden meist brauchte, weil jetzt ich mich so einsam fühle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, so komisch zu sein, weil ich noch über die Dinge lache, die Sie zuweilen sagten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, so süß zu mir zu sein, weil alle Erinnerungen, die ich mit Ihnen hatte, nicht scheinen können von meiner Meinung gelöscht zu werden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, der Schutz unter dem Regen zu sein, weil jetzt ich mich nass vollsauge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, der Sonne-Block unter der heißen Sonne zu sein, jetzt wird meine Haut verbrannt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, die Hand zu sein, um mich zu fangen, wenn ich falle, weil jetzt ich viele Boxer habe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, der Verband für mich zu sein, um mich ringsherum einzuhüllen, wenn ich verletzt werde, weil meine Wunden jetzt schwellen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, der Zucker zu meinem Tee, die Erdnussbutter zu meinem Gelee zu sein, weil alles jetzt gerade geschmacklos scheint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, die Arme zu sein, die mich wärmen, wenn ich kalt bin, weil jetzt ich friere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse Sie dafür, der in meiner Liebe-Geschichte charmante Prinz zu sein, weil jetzt es ein unfertiges Märchen ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Portuguese version&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para não dar-me o meu felizmente alguma vez depois, mas odeio-me mais para não pegá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para não amar-me o modo que devo ser amado, mas odeio-me mais para não apreciá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para não sentir-me triste ou quebrado, mas odeio-me mais porque o meu impacto em você não é grande e o lugar estou no seu coração não é bastante para fazê-lo sentir-se quebrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para não ver-me nos olhos como você sempre fazem, mas odeio-me mais para evitá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para não apertar-me quando grito, mas odeio-me mais para não estar lá quando você é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser tal covarde, mas odeio-me mais para fugir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para não tratar-me o modo que você tratou os outros, mas odeio-me mais para tratá-lo como se eu o desse por certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser tão doce para mim na última vez, e agora não o posso adquirir-me fora da minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para acompanhar-me cada vez quando precisei de alguém o mais porque agora me sinto tão solitário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser tão engraçado, porque ainda rio das coisas que você disse de vez em quando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser tão doce para mim, porque todas as memórias que tive com você não podem parecer ser apagadas da minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser a coberta embaixo da chuva, porque agora estou embebendo molhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser o bloco de sol embaixo do sol quente, agora a minha pele é queimada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser a mão para pegar-me quando caio, porque agora tenho muitos bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser a atadura para mim para enrolar em volta quando sou prejudicado, porque as minhas feridas se estão avolumando agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser o açúcar ao meu chá, a manteiga de amendoim à minha geléia, porque tudo agora somente parece insípido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser os braços que me aquecem quando tenho frio, porque agora me estou congelando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-o para ser o príncipe que encanta na minha história de amor porque agora ele é um conto inacabado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Russian version&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы не дали мне мой счастливо с тех пор, но я ненавижу меня больше за то, что не ловлю это.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы не любите меня способ, которым я должен быть любим, но я ненавижу меня больше за то, что не оценил это.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за тех, что Вы не не грустящему или сломанный, но я ненавижу меня больше, потому что мое воздействие на Вас не является большим, и место, я нахожусь в вашем сердце, не достаточно, чтобы заставить Вас чувствовать себя сломанными&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы не смотрите на меня в глазах как Вы, всегда делают, но я ненавижу меня больше за то, что избежал Вас.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы не обняли меня, когда я кричу, но я ненавижу меня больше за то, чтобы не быть там, когда Вы.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы такой трус, но я ненавижу меня больше за побег.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы не рассмотрели меня способ, которым Вы рассматривали другие, но я ненавижу меня больше за то, что рассмотрел Вас, как будто я считал Вас само собой разумеющимся.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы настолько сладкие ко мне в последний раз, и теперь я не могу получить Вас из моей головы.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы сопровождаете меня каждый раз, когда я нуждался в ком - то наиболее потому что теперь, я чувствую себя настолько одиноким.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы настолько забавные, потому что я все еще смеюсь над вещами, которые Вы сказали время от времени.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы настолько сладкие ко мне, потому что все воспоминания, которые я имел с Вами, не может казаться, стерты из моего мнения.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы убежище под дождем, потому что теперь я являюсь насквозь промокшим.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы блок солнца под горячим солнцем, теперь моя кожа сожжена.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я очень не хочу, когда Вы за то, что Вы рука ловите меня, когда я падаю, потому что теперь я имею много хулиганов.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я очень не хочу, когда Вы за то, что Вы бандаж для меня обертываете вокруг, когда я травмирован, потому что мои раны раздуваются теперь.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы сахар к моему чаю, масло арахиса к моему желе, потому что все теперь только кажется безвкусным.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы оружие, что теплый меня, когда я замерз, потому что теперь я мерзну.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавижу Вас за то, что Вы принц, очаровывающий в моей истории любви, потому что теперь это - незаконченный рассказ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Spanish version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para no darme mi felizmente alguna vez después, pero me odio más para no agarrarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para no amarme el modo que deberían amarme, pero me odio más para no apreciarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para no sentirme triste o roto, pero me odio más porque mi impacto en usted no es grande y el lugar estoy en su corazón no es bastante para hacerle sentirse roto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para no mirarme en los ojos como usted siempre hacen, pero me odio más para evitarle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para no abrazarme cuando grito, pero me odio más para no estar allí cuando usted es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser tal cobarde, pero me odio más para la fuga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para no tratarme el modo que usted trató los demás, pero me odio más para tratarle como si le di por supuesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser tan dulce a mí vez pasada, y ahora no puedo conseguirle de mi cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para acompañarme cada vez cuando necesité a alguien el más porque ahora me siento tan solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser tan gracioso, porque todavía me río de las cosas que usted dijo a veces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser tan dulce a mí, porque todas las memorias que yo tenía con usted no pueden parecer ser borradas de mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser el refugio bajo la lluvia, porque ahora empapo mojado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser el bloque de sol bajo el sol caliente, ahora mi piel es quemada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser la mano para agarrarme cuando me caigo, porque ahora tengo muchos bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser la venda para mí para abrigarme alrededor cuando hacen daño a mí, porque mis heridas se hinchan ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser el azúcar a mi té, la mantequilla de maní a mi jalea, porque todo ahora sólo parece insípido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser las armas que me calientan cuando soy frío, porque ahora me congelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le odio para ser el príncipe encantador en mi historia de amor porque ahora esto es un cuento inacabado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Afikaans version &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou nie vir die feit dat ek my gelukkig, maar ek haat myself nie meer vir die vang dit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou nie vir my lief die manier wat ek moet lief wees nie, maar ek haat myself meer vir nie waardeer dit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir nie gevoel hartseer of gebreek nie, maar ek haat myself meer want my invloed op die u is nie groot en die plek waar ek in jou hart is nie genoeg om te sorg dat jy voel gebroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir nie na my kyk in die oë soos jy altyd doen, maar ek haat myself meer vir jou te vermy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir geen drukkies my wanneer ek huil, maar ek haat myself nie meer vir daar te wees wanneer jy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir so 'n lafaard, maar ek haat myself meer vir hardloop weg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou nie vir die behandeling vir my die manier waarop jy die ander behandel word nie, maar ek haat myself meer vir jou behandel asof ek jy het vir verleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate jy wel vir so soet na my laaste keer, en nou kan ek kry jou nie uit my kop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir die begeleiding van my elke keer wanneer ek 'n paar een die meeste nodig is, want nou kan ek voel so eensaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou te word, sodat funny, want ek het nog steeds lag vir die dinge wat jy gesê het by tye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir so soet vir my, omdat al die herinneringe wat ek het met julle kan blyk te wees uitgewis uit my gedagtes nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir synde die skuiling onder die reën, want nou I'm weekt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir die son blok onder die warm son, nou is my vel is verbrand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir die hand te vang as ek val, want nou Ek het 'n baie bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir die stuk is vir my om te wikkel rond wanneer ek seer is, omdat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Albanian version &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou nie vir die feit dat ek my gelukkig, maar ek haat myself nie meer vir die vang dit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou nie vir my lief die manier wat ek moet lief wees nie, maar ek haat myself meer vir nie waardeer dit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir nie gevoel hartseer of gebreek nie, maar ek haat myself meer want my invloed op die u is nie groot en die plek waar ek in jou hart is nie genoeg om te sorg dat jy voel gebroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir nie na my kyk in die oë soos jy altyd doen, maar ek haat myself meer vir jou te vermy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir geen drukkies my wanneer ek huil, maar ek haat myself nie meer vir daar te wees wanneer jy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir so 'n lafaard, maar ek haat myself meer vir hardloop weg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou nie vir die behandeling vir my die manier waarop jy die ander behandel word nie, maar ek haat myself meer vir jou behandel asof ek jy het vir verleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir so soet na my laaste keer, en nou kan ek 't kry jou uit my kop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir die begeleiding van my elke keer wanneer ek' n paar een die meeste nodig is, want nou kan ek voel so eensaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir so funny, want ek het nog steeds lag vir die dinge wat jy gesê het by tye .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir so soet vir my, omdat al die herinneringe wat ek het met julle kan blyk te wees uitgewis uit my gedagtes nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir die skuiling onder die reën, want nou I'm weekt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jy vir synde die son blok onder die warm son, nou is my vel is verbrand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir synde die hand te vang as ek val, want nou het ek 'n baie bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat jou vir synde die stuk is vir my tot wrap around wanneer ek seer is, omdat my wonde is geswel nou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir die suiker in my tee, die grondboontjiebotter op my jellie, want alles is nou net smaaklose lyk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek haat dat jy wel vir die wapens wat warm toe ek koud I'm omdat now I'm bevriezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haat vir u prins charmante my liefdesverhaal omdat nou dit n onafgewerkt sprookje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Arabic version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;أنا أكره لكم لعدم إعطائي بلدي سعادة وهناء بعد ، ولكن أنا أكره نفسي أكثر لعدم اللحاق به. أكره لكم ليست محبة لي الطريق وأرجو أن يكون محبوبا ، ولكن أنا أكره نفسي أكثر لأنها لا تقدر. أكره لكم ل عدم الشعور بالحزن أو مكسورة ، ولكن أكره نفسي أكثر لأن بلدي تأثير على لك ليست كبيرة والمكان وأنا في قلبك ليست كافية لتجعلك تشعر كسر أنا أكره لكم لعدم النظر في وجهي في عيون مثلك تفعل دائما ، ولكن أنا أكره نفسي لتفادي مزيد من أنت. أكره لكم ليست تعانق لي عندما كنت أبكي ، ولكن أنا أكره نفسي أكثر لعدم وجود عندما كنت وأنا أكره لك لكونك جبان ، ولكن أنا أكره نفسي أكثر ليلوذ بالفرار. أكره لكم للا يعاملني بنفس الطريقة التي يعامل الآخرين ، ولكن أنا أكره نفسي أكثر لعلاج كنت كما لو أنني كنت أخذت أمرا مفروغا منه. أنا أكره لكم لذلك يجري الحلو لي آخر مرة ، والآن أستطيع 'ر تحصل من رأسي. أكره لكم ليرافقني في كل مرة عندما كنت في حاجة الى بعض واحدة من أكثر لأنه الآن أشعر بالوحدة. أنا أكره لكم ليجري ذلك مضحكا ، لأنني لا تزال تضحك على الأشياء التي قال في بعض الأوقات . أنا أكره لكم لذلك يجري حلوة بالنسبة لي ، لأن كل الذكريات كان لي معكم لا يبدو أن تمحى من ذاكرتى. أنا أكره لكم لكونها مأوى تحت المطر ، وذلك لأن أنا الآن مبللا الأول أكرهك لكونه كتلة الشمس تحت الشمس الحارقة ، والآن يتم حرق الجلد بلدي. أنا أكره لكم على أنها اليد للحاق لي عندما كنت في الخريف المقبل ، لاني الان لدينا الكثير من ضخام. أنا أكره لكم لكونها ضمادة بالنسبة لي بالالتفاف حول انا عندما يصب ، لأن بلدي هي تورم الجروح الآن ، وأنا أكره لكم لكونها السكر والشاي في بلادي ، وزبدة الفول السوداني لبلدي هلام ، لأن كل شيء يبدو الآن مجرد طعم. أنا أكره لكم لكونها الأسلحة التي الدافئة لي أنا عندما الباردة ، وأنا الآن بسبب التجمد. أكره لكم ليجري الامير الساحر في بلادي بسبب قصة حب الآن انها حكاية لم تكتمل.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Belarusian version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Я ненавіджу вас, не даючы мне доўга і шчасліва, але я ненавіджу сябе яшчэ не улавливают яго. Я ненавіджу вас не любіць мяне, як я хацеў быць каханым, але я ненавіджу сябе яшчэ не разумеючы яго. Я ненавіджу вас за не грустно або пашкоджаны, але я ненавіджу сябе больш бо што маё ўплыў на вас не вялікі, а месца, дзе я знаходжуся ў вашым сэрцы не з'яўляецца дастатковай, каб вы адчувалі зламанай Я ненавіджу вас не гледзячы мне ў вочы, як вы заўсёды, але я ненавіджу сябе больш пазбягаць цябе. Я ненавіджу вас за не абдымаў мяне, калі я плакала, але я ненавіджу сябе яшчэ не існуе, калі вы. Я ненавіджу вас за тое, што такі трус, але я ненавіджу сябе больш за ўцёкі. Я ненавіджу вас не да мяне так, як вы ставіліся да іншых, але я ненавіджу сябе яшчэ з вамі, як калі б я ўзяў цябе само сабой разумеющееся. Я ненавіджу вас за тое, што так милы са мной у апошні раз, і цяпер я магу 'T выцягнуць цябе з маёй галавы. Я ненавіджу вас за суправаджае мяне кожны раз, калі я меў патрэбу ў некаторай адной з самых таму што цяпер я адчуваю сябе так самотна. Я ненавіджу вас за тое, што так смешна, таму што я дагэтуль смяюцца, што Вы сказалі ў КДБ . Я ненавіджу вас за тое, што так милы са мной, таму што ўсе ўспаміны ў мяне з вы не можаце быць сцёрты з розуму. Я ненавіджу вас за тое, што прытулак пад дажджом, таму што цяпер я мокрыя. Я спальваецца ненавіджу вас за то, што солнцезащитный крэм пад паляны сонцам, теперь моя кожа. Я ненавіджу вас за руку, каб злавіць мяне, калі я ўпаў, таму што цяпер у мяне ёсць шмат Bruisers. Я ненавіджу вас за тое, што павязка для мяне обернуть вакол калі мне балюча, таму што мае раны ацёкі зараз. Я ненавіджу вас за тое, што цукар у чай, арахисовое алей, жэле маю думку, таму што цяпер усё толькі здаецца нясмачная. Я ненавіджу вас за тое, што зброя, якое цёплым мяне, калі мне холадна, таму што цяпер я замарожвання. Я ненавіджу вас за тое, што Прынца ў маёй любові, таму што зараз гэта няскончаным апавяданне.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bulgarian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Мразя те, че не ми дава ми щастливо след това, но аз мразя повече да не го улов. Мразя те за мен не ми харесва начина по който следва да бъде обичан, но аз мразя повече да не го оценява. Мразя те за не се чувствате тъжни или счупени, но аз мразя себе си повече, тъй като влиянието си върху теб не е голяма и мястото Аз съм в сърцето ти не е достатъчно, за да се чувствате разбити Мразя те, че не ме гледаше в очите като теб Винаги правя, но аз мразя повече за вас се избягва. Мразя те, че не ме прегръща, когато плача, но аз мразя повече, че не е налице, когато сте. Мразя те за това, че такъв страхливец, но аз мразя себе си повече за бягство. Мразя те, че не ме лечение на начина, по който те третираха другите, но аз мразя повече за вас лечение, като че ли сте се за даденост. Мразя те за това, че толкова мило с мен за последен път, и сега мога да да ти излезе от главата ми. Мразя те за съпътстващи ме всеки път когато имах нужда от някой, най-вече защото се чувствам толкова самотен. Мразя те за това, че толкова смешно, защото аз все още се смея на нещата, които каза пъти . Мразя те за това, че толкова мило с мен, защото всички спомени имах с теб не можем да се изтрие от съзнанието ми. Мразя те за това, че в приюта под дъжда, защото сега съм мокър до кости. I Мразя те за това, че слънцето блок под горещото слънце, сега кожата ми е изгорена. Мразя те за това, че на ръка, за да ме хванат, когато падна, защото сега имам много bruisers. Мразя те за това, че превръзката за мен да приключи около когато съм наранен, защото раните ми са подуване сега. Мразя те за това, че захарта ми чай, фъстъчено масло, за да ми млечице, защото всичко, което сега ми изглежда вкус. Мразя те за това, че на оръжия, които приятна мен, когато съм студена, защото сега съм замразяване. Мразя те за това, че на принца очарователните в моята любовна история, защото сега това е една недовършена история.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Catalan version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per no donar-me la meva feliços per sempre, però jo odi a mi mateix durant un període no contagiar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per no voler manera em dec ser estimat, però jo odi a mi mateix durant un període no apreciar-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per no se sent trist o trencat, però em odi més perquè el meu impacte en la qual no és gran i el lloc que estic en el teu cor no és suficient perquè es senti trencat et odi per no mirar-me als ulls com si sempre ho fan, però jo odi a mi mateix per evitar que més.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per no abraçar quan ploro, però em odi més per no ser-hi quan vulguis. et odi per ser tan covard, però jo odi a mi mateix més per fugir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per no tractar la forma en què em tractaven als altres, però jo odi a mi mateix més per al tractament de vostè com si et portés per fet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per ser tan dolça per a mi l'última vegada, i ara puc 't get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per que m'acompanya cada vegada que necessitava una mica d'un dels més, perquè ara em sento tan sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per ser tan divertit, perquè encara es riuen de les coses que diu a vegades .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et odi per ser tan dolça per a mi, perquè tots els records que vaig tenir amb vostè sembla que no pot ser esborrat de la meva ment. et odi per ser el refugi sota la pluja, perquè ara estic amarada. I us odien per ser el protector solar sota el sol, ara la meva pell es crema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per ser la mà per agafar-me quan caic, perquè ara tinc un munt de matons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per ser l'embenat per a mi per embolicar quan em sento ferit, perquè les meves ferides s'estan omplint ara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per ser el sucre al meu te, la mantega de cacauet al meu gelatina, perquè tot el que ara tot just es sembla de mal gust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per ser les armes que calenta quan estic fred, perquè ara m'estic congelant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et odi per ser el príncep blau de la meva història d'amor, perquè ara és un conte sense acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我恨你不给我幸福快乐的日子，但我更恨我自己没把握它。我恨你没好好爱我，但我恨我自己没珍惜它。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你不感到伤心或&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;碎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;，但我更恨我自己，因为我对你的影响并不大，我在你心里的地位是不够让你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;碎.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你没像上一次一样地看我在的眼睛，但我更恨我自己，逃避你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你没有拥抱我哭的时候，但我更恨我自己有没有支持你当你最需要我的时候 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我讨厌你这样的懦夫，但我更恨我自己运行了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你没有对待我好像你对待别人你方式，但是我恨我自己把你视为理所当然。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你如此甜蜜的，现在我忘不了你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你每次当我需要一人的时候陪同我, 因为我现在感到很孤独。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你这么有趣，因为我仍然在嘲笑你说过的话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你如此甜蜜地对待我，因为所有我与你的记忆似乎无法从我的脑海中删除。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我痛恨你成为我的"避雨挡"，因为现在我湿透了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你作为我烈日下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;防晒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;，现在你是我的皮肤烧伤了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你作为我每次跌倒而将我扶起的那只手，因为现在的我有很多的挫伤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你作为那环绕着我受伤手的绷带, 因为我的伤口肿胀了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你作为我茶里的糖，我果冻里的花生酱，因为现在一切似乎无味了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨你作为我冷时的温暖怀抱，因为现在的已经我冻结了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我讨厌你作为我爱情故事的白马王子，因为现在这是一个未完成的故事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Croatian version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ja vam mrzim za ne davanje mene moj sretni i zadovoljni, ali ja ne mrzim više za to uhvatiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja vam mrzim za ne voli me onako kako sam trebao biti voljen, ali ja mrzim više za to ne cijeni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja vam mrzim za ne osjećaju tužni ili slomljen, ali ja sam mrziti više zbog moje utjecaj na vas nije velika i mjesto Ja sam u tvoje srce nije dovoljno da se osjećate kao slomljen vas mrzim za ne gledajući me u oči kao da uvijek ne, ali ja sam mrziti više za vas izbjegavanje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja vam mrzim ne za mene grleći kada sam plakati, ali ja mrzim više za ne tamo kad i vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja vam mrzim za bitak kao kukavica, ali ja mrzim sebe više za bježanje. ja vas ne mrzim za liječenje mene način na koji tretira drugima, ali ja mrzim više za vas tretiranje kao da sam ti uzeo zdravo za gotovo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja vam mrzim za bitak na taj način slatko da me posljednji put, a sada mogu nisi izaći iz moje glave. ja vam mrzim za pratnju mene svaki put kad mi je trebalo nekoga većina, jer sada se osjećam tako usamljeno. ti mrzim za bitak na taj način smiješno, jer ja još uvijek smijati na stvari koje je s vremena na vrijeme .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja vas mrzim za bitak na taj način slatko za mene, jer sve uspomene sam imao s tobom ne može se činiti da bude izbrisan iz mog uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja vam mrzim po tome što je zaklon ispod kiše, jer sada sam mokro usisavanje. I vas mrze za bitak sunce blok pod vrućim suncem, sada mi je koža spaljena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja vam mrzim se za ruku da me uhvatiti kad sam pao, jer sad imam puno bruisers. ja vam mrzim po tome što je povez za mene zamotati okolo kad sam povrijeđena, jer su moje rane, otekline sada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja vam mrzim po tome što je šećer u moj čaj, maslac od kikirikija u moje žele, jer sve što je sada samo izgleda neukusno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja vam mrzim se za ruke koje toplo me kad sam hladno, jer sada sam smrzavanja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja vam mrzim po tome što je princ šarmantan u mojoj ljubavnoj priči jer sada je to nedovršena priča.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Czech version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že mi můj šťastně až do smrti, ale já sám sebe nenávidím za to, že lov je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že mě miluješ, jak bych měla být ráda, ale já sám sebe nenávidím za to, že to chápe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za necítím smutek nebo rozbité, ale nenávidím sám sebe, protože má vliv na vás není velká, a místo, já jsem ve svém srdci, nestačí, aby se cítíte v členění&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že se na mě podíval do očí, jako jste vy vždycky, ale já nenávidím sám sebe jak se vyhnout vás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, objímat mě, když jsem brečet, ale já sám sebe nenávidím za to, že tam, když jste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že takový zbabělec, ale nenávidím sám sebe na útěku. Nenávidím tě za to, že ke mně tak, jak si považují ostatní, ale já sám sebe nenávidím pro Vás léčí, jako bych tě vzal za samozřejmost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že tak sladké pro mě minule, a teď můžu 't dostat vás z mé hlavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě doprovodná mě pokaždé, když jsem potřeboval nějakou jedním z nejvíce, protože teď se cítím tak sám.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že tak legrační, protože jsem se pořád smát, co jste říkal v době, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že tak sladké pro mě, protože všechny vzpomínky jsem s tebou nedokážu být vymazán z mysli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že útulek pod deštěm, protože teď jsem promočené.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Nenávidím tě za to, že slunce bloku pod horkým sluncem, moje kůže je spálená.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že ruku chytit mě, když spadnu, protože teď mám hodně Bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že bandáž pro mě zabalit asi bolelo, když jsem já, protože moje rány, otoky jsou nyní.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že cukr do čaje, arašídové máslo na můj rosol, protože všechno, co se jen zdá bez chuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že zbraně, které teplý mi, když je mi zima, protože teď jsem mrazu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenávidím tě za to, že v mé princ okouzlující love story, protože teď je to nedokončený příběh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Danish version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader dig for ikke at give mig mine lykkeligt, men jeg hader mig selv mere for ikke at fange den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader dig for ikke at elske mig, hvordan jeg skal elskes, men jeg hader mig selv mere for ikke at værdsætte det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader dig for ikke tristhed eller brækkede, men jeg hader mig selv mere, fordi min indflydelse på, du ikke er stor, og det sted jeg er i dit hjerte er ikke nok til at få dig til at føle brudt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader dig for ikke at se på mig i øjnene, ligesom du altid gøre, men jeg hader mig selv mere for at undgå dig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader dig for ikke at kramme mig, når jeg græder, men jeg hader mig selv mere for ikke at være der, når du er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader dig for at være sådan en kujon, men jeg hader mig selv mere for at løbe væk. Jeg hader dig for ikke at behandle mig, den måde du behandlede de andre, men jeg hader mig selv mere for at behandle dig som hvis jeg tog dig for givet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader dig for at være så søde til mig sidste gang, og nu kan jeg 't få dig ud af mit hoved. jeg hader dig for at ledsage mig hver gang, når jeg havde brug for nogle en af de mest fordi jeg nu føler mig så ensom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeg hader dig for at være så sjovt, fordi jeg stadig grine af de ting du sagde til tider .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader dig for at være så søde til mig, fordi alle de minder, jeg havde med, kan du ikke ud til at blive slettet fra mit sind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeg hader dig for at være i ly under regnen, fordi nu er jeg drivvåd. jeg hader dig for at være den solcreme under den varme sol, nu er min hud er brændt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeg hader dig for at være den side for at fange mig, når jeg falder, fordi nu har jeg en masse bruisers. jeg hader dig for at være den forbinding for mig at sno sig, når jeg er såret, fordi mine sår er hævelse nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeg hader dig for at være sukker til min te, jordnøddesmør til min gelé, fordi alting nu lige synes smagløst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader dig for at være våben, varme mig, når jeg er kold, fordi nu er jeg fryser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader dig for at være Prince Charming i min kærlighedshistorie, fordi nu er det en ufærdig fortælling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dutch version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je niet voor dat ik mijn nog lang en gelukkig, maar ik haat mezelf niet meer voor vangen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je niet lief voor mij de manier waarop ik moet bemind worden, maar ik haat mezelf meer voor het niet waarderen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je voor niet verdrietig of gebroken, maar ik haat mezelf omdat ik meer invloed op je is niet groot en de plaats waar ik ben in je hart is niet genoeg om je het gevoel gebroken ik haat je om niet te kijken naar me in de ogen als je altijd doen, maar ik haat mezelf meer voor u te vermijden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je niet knuffelen voor mij toen ik huilen, maar ik haat mezelf niet meer voor als je er bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je voor dat zo'n lafaard, maar ik haat mezelf meer voor weglopen. Ik haat je me voor het niet behandelen van de manier waarop u behandeld de anderen, maar ik haat mezelf meer voor u behandelen alsof ik nam je voor lief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je voor zijn zo lief voor mij de laatste keer, en nu kan ik 't krijg je uit mijn hoofd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je voor begeleidende mij elke keer als ik nodig had een van de meest want nu ik voel me zo eenzaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je omdat ze zo grappig, omdat ik nog steeds lachen om de dingen die je zei bij tijden .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je voor zijn zo lief voor mij, omdat alle herinneringen die ik had met je kunt niet lijkt te worden gewist uit mijn gedachten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je voor dat het asiel het kader van de regen, want nu ben ik drijfnat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat u voor de zon blok onder de hete zon, nu is mijn huid is verbrand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat u voor de hand om me te vangen als ik val, want nu ik veel krachtpatsers hebben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je voor dat het verband voor mij te wikkelen als ik gekwetst, omdat mijn wonden zijn zwelling nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je voor dat de suiker in mijn thee, de pindakaas op mijn gelei, omdat alles nu gewoon smakeloos lijkt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je voor het zijn de armen die warme mij toen ik heb het koud, want nu ben ik het vriespunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik haat je voor het zijn de charmante prins in mijn liefde verhaal, want nu is het een onvoltooid verhaal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Estonian version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;a vihkan sind ei andnud mulle õnnelikult aegade lõpuni, kuid ma vihkan ennast rohkem ei püüdmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid mitte armastav mulle, kuidas ma peaks olema armastatud, kuid ma vihkan ennast rohkem mitte tajudes ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan sind ei tunne kurb või purustatud, kuid ma vihkan ennast rohkem, sest minu mõju te ei ole suur ja koht ma olen oma südames ei piisa, et end hästi tunda katki ma vihkan teid ei vaata mulle silma, nagu sa alati teha, aga ma vihkan ennast rohkem vältimise teid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid ei kallistamine, kui ma nutma, aga ma vihkan ennast rohkem ei ole olemas, kui sa oled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid, et olete selline argpüks, aga ma vihkan ennast rohkem eest põgened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan sind mitte raviks mind, kuidas te ravi teistega, aga ma vihkan ennast rohkem ravivad teid, kui ma tegin teile anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid, et olete nii armsad mulle viimasel ajal, ja nüüd saan 't sulle mu pead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan sind kaasnevaid mind iga kord, kui ma vajas üks kõige sest nüüd tunnen nii üksik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid on nii naljakas, sest ma ikka veel naerma, mida sa said korda . Ma vihkan teid on nii armas mulle, sest kõik mälestused mul sinuga ei tundu kustutatakse minu arvates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan sind, sest ta oli peavarju all vihma käes, sest nüüd olen läbimärg. I vihkan teid, et päikeseblokaator all kuum päike, nüüd minu nahk on põlenud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid, et olete käsitsi püüda, kui ma langeda, sest nüüd on mul palju bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid on side minu jaoks et ümbritsev kui ma haiget, sest minu haavad on paistetus nüüd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid, et suhkur minu tee, maapähklivõi minu marmelaad, sest kõik nüüd lihtsalt tundub maitsetu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid oleks relvi, et soe kui ma olen külm, sest nüüd olen külm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid, et prints charming minu armastuse lugu, sest nüüd on lõpetamata lugu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Filipino version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan sind ei andnud mulle õnnelikult aegade lõpuni, kuid ma vihkan ennast rohkem ei püüdmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid mitte armastav mulle, kuidas ma peaks olema armastatud, kuid ma vihkan ennast rohkem mitte tajudes ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan sind ei tunne kurb või purustatud, kuid ma vihkan ennast rohkem, sest minu mõju te ei ole suur ja koht ma olen oma südames ei piisa, et end hästi tunda katki ma vihkan teid ei vaata mulle silma, nagu sa alati teha, aga ma vihkan ennast rohkem vältimise teid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid ei kallistamine, kui ma nutma, aga ma vihkan ennast rohkem ei ole olemas, kui sa oled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid, et olete selline argpüks, aga ma vihkan ennast rohkem eest põgened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan sind mitte raviks mind, kuidas te ravi teistega, aga ma vihkan ennast rohkem ravivad teid, kui ma tegin teile anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid, et olete nii armsad mulle viimasel ajal, ja nüüd saan 't sulle mu pead. Ma vihkan sind kaasnevaid mind iga kord, kui ma vajas üks kõige sest nüüd tunnen nii üksik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid on nii naljakas, sest ma ikka veel naerma, mida sa said korda .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid on nii armas mulle, sest kõik mälestused mul sinuga ei tundu kustutatakse minu arvates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan sind, sest ta oli peavarju all vihma käes, sest nüüd olen läbimärg. I vihkan teid, et päikeseblokaator all kuum päike, nüüd minu nahk on põlenud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid, et olete käsitsi püüda, kui ma langeda, sest nüüd on mul palju bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid on side minu jaoks et ümbritsev kui ma haiget, sest minu haavad on paistetus nüüd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid, et suhkur minu tee, maapähklivõi minu marmelaad, sest kõik nüüd lihtsalt tundub maitsetu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid oleks relvi, et soe kui ma olen külm, sest nüüd olen külm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vihkan teid, et prints charming minu armastuse lugu, sest nüüd on lõpetamata lugu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Finnish version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua ei myöntänyt minulle onnellisesti, mutta minä vihaan itseäni enemmän ole huomanneet sitä.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua varten ei rakastavan minua, miten minun pitäisi rakastaa, mutta minä vihaan itseäni enemmän eikä arvostaa sitä.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua ei tunne surullinen tai rikkoutunut, mutta minä vihaan itseäni enemmän, koska minun vaikuttaa sinun ei ole suuri ja paikka olen sydämesi ei riitä, että tunnet itsesi rikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua ei katsot minua silmiin kuin sinä aina tehdä, mutta minä vihaan itseäni enemmän välttää sinua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua varten ei halailemassa minua, kun itken, mutta minä vihaan itseäni enemmän, ei ole olemassa, kun olet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua siitä, että tällainen pelkuri, mutta minä vihaan itseäni enemmän ja karkuun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua ei kohdella minua niin kuin kohdellaan muita, mutta minä vihaan itseäni enemmän hoitoon teille jos olen ottanut sinulle myönnetään.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua siitä, että niin makea minulle viimeisen kerran, ja nyt voin 't sinut ulos pääni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua varten mukanani aina kun tarvitsin jonkun eniten, koska nyt tunnen itseni niin yksinäiseksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua siitä, että niin hauskaa, koska olen edelleen nauraa mitä sanoitte kertaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua siitä, että niin makea minulle, koska kaikki muistot minulla oli et ei näytä olevan poistettu mielestäni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua siitä, että alle suojaan sateelta, koska nyt olen läpimärkä.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Vihaan sinua siitä, että suojavoide mukaan kuuma aurinko, nyt minun iho palaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua siitä, että käsi saalis minulle, kun laskee, sillä nyt minulla on paljon bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua siitä, että side minulle ja kääri ympärille, kun olen loukkaantunut, koska minun haavat ovat turvotus nyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua siitä, että sokeri on minulle teetä, maapähkinävoita minun Jelly, koska kaikki nyt vain tuntuu mautonta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua siitä, että aseita lämmin minua, kun olen kylmä, koska nyt olen jäädyttämistä.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vihaan sinua siitä, että unelmien prinssi minun rakkaustarina, koska nyt se on keskeneräinen tarina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Galician version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Eu te odeio por non me dar o meu felices para sempre, pero eu me odeio máis por non entender iso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te odeio por non me amar do xeito que eu debería ser amado, pero eu me odeio máis por non apreciar-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te odeio por non sentirse triste ou dobres, pero eu me odeio máis porque o meu impacto sobre vostede non é grande eo lugar que eu estou no seu corazón non é suficiente para facer se sentir dobres eu te odeio por non me olhando nos ollos como sempre fago, pero eu me odeio máis para evitar a vostede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te odeio por non me abrazar cando eu chorar, pero eu me odeio máis por non estar alí cando é. eu te odeio por ser un covarde, pero eu me odeio máis para fuxir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te odeio por non me trate do xeito que tratou os outros, pero eu me odeio máis para trata-lo como se eu levei vostede para concedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te odeio por ser tan doce para min por última vez, e agora podo Non te sacar da miña cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te odeio por me seguir toda vez cando eu precisaba unha maioría, porque agora eu me sinto tan solitario. eu te odeio por ser tan divertido, porque eu aínda rir das cousas que dixo, ás veces .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te odeio por ser tan doce para min, porque todas as lembranzas que eu tiven con vostede parece que non se puido borrar da miña mente. eu te odeio por ser o abrigo baixo a choiva, porque agora eu estou toda mollada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I te odeio por ser o protector solar baixo o sol quente, agora a miña pel é queimada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te odeio por ser a man para me incorporarse cando caer, porque agora eu teño unha morea de bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te odeio por ser o curativo para min para involucrar ao redor cando estou mal, porque as miñas feridas son inchazo agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te odeio por ser o meu té de azucre, a manteiga de cacahuete para o meu marmelada, pois todo momento só parece insípido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te odeio por ser os brazos que aquecen cando eu estou con frío, porque agora eu estou conxelándoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te odeio por ser o príncipe encantado na miña historia de amor, porque agora é un conto inacabado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Greek version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Σε μισώ για εμένα δεν μου δίνει καλά κι εμείς καλύτερα, αλλά εγώ περισσότερο μίσος για τους οποίους δεν είναι μεταδοτική. Μισώ για μένα δεν αγαπά τον τρόπο που θα πρέπει να αγαπούσε, αλλά εγώ μισώ περισσότερο για να μην το αντιλαμβάνεται. Μισώ για Δεν αισθάνεστε κατάθλιψη ή σπασμένα, αλλά μισώ τον εαυτό μου περισσότερο λόγω των επιπτώσεων μου σε εσάς δεν είναι μεγάλη και η θέση μου στην καρδιά σου δεν είναι αρκετά για να σας κάνει να νιώσετε σπασμένα μισώ για να μην κοιτάς στα μάτια όπως και εσείς πάντα, όμως εγώ μισώ περισσότερο για την αποφυγή σας. μισώ για μένα δεν αγκαλιάζει όταν φωνάζω, αλλά εγώ μισώ περισσότερο που δεν ήμουν εκεί όταν είστε. μισώ για αυτό έχει τέτοια ένας δειλός, αλλά μισώ τον εαυτό μου πιο για φυγή. μισώ για τη θεραπεία δεν μου ο τρόπος που αντιμετωπίζονται οι άλλοι, αλλά εγώ μισώ περισσότερο για τη θεραπεία σας, σαν να σου πήρε για δεδομένος. μισώ που ήταν τόσο γλυκό να μου την τελευταία φορά, και τώρα μπορώ να σου βγάλει από το κεφάλι μου. μισώ για μένα που συνοδεύει κάθε φορά όταν χρειάστηκε περίπου μία από τις πιο διότι τώρα αισθάνομαι τόσο μόνος. μισώ για να είναι τόσο αστείο, γιατί εξακολουθεί να γελάσεις με τα πράγματα που είπε κατά καιρούς . μισώ που ήταν τόσο γλυκό για μένα, διότι όλες οι αναμνήσεις που είχα μαζί σας, δεν φαίνεται να μπορεί να σβηστεί από το μυαλό μου. μισώ για να είναι το καταφύγιο υπό την βροχή, διότι τώρα είμαι μούσκεμα. I μίσος σας για να την αντιηλιακή κάτω από τον καυτό ήλιο, τώρα το δέρμα μου καίγεται. μισώ για να το χέρι για να με πιάσουν όταν πέφτω, γιατί τώρα έχω πολλή bruisers. μισώ για να το επίδεσμο για μένα να περιτύλιξης όταν είμαι κακό, γιατί οι πληγές μου είναι διόγκωση τώρα. μισώ για να τη ζάχαρη στο τσάι μου, το φυστικοβούτυρο με ζελέ μου, γιατί τα πάντα μόλις τώρα φαίνεται άγευστο. μισώ για να είναι τα όπλα που ζεστή μου όταν είμαι κρύο, διότι τώρα είμαι κατάψυξη. μισώ για να το γοητευτικό πρίγκιπα σε ερωτική ιστορία μου, διότι τώρα είναι μια ημιτελής ιστορία.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hindi version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;मैं तुम्हें दे मुझे मेरी खुशी के बाद कभी नहीं करने के लिए नफरत है, लेकिन मैं खुद से नफरत को पकड़ने के लिए और अधिक नहीं है. मैं तुम्हें प्यार नहीं मुझे जिस तरह से मैंने प्यार किया जाना चाहिए के लिए नफरत है, लेकिन मैं खुद से नफरत के लिए और अधिक प्रशंसा कर यह नहीं है. मैं तुमसे नफरत के लिए उदास महसूस कर रही है या टूट गया है, लेकिन मैं अपने आप को अधिक से नफरत है क्योंकि तुम पर अपना प्रभाव बड़ी जगह मैं तुम्हारे दिल में नहीं हूँ और करने के लिए पर्याप्त है तुम्हें लगता है कि मैं आप की तरह आँखों में मुझे देख नहीं करने के लिए नफरत नहीं तोड़ा नहीं है हमेशा करते हैं, लेकिन मैं खुद से नफरत है और तुम से बचने के लिए. मैं तुम्हें गले मुझे जब मैं रो नहीं करने के लिए नफरत है, लेकिन मैं खुद से नफरत है वहाँ नहीं जा रहा है के लिए और अधिक जब तुम हो. मैं तुम्हें एक ऐसे कायर होने के लिए नफरत है, लेकिन मैं अपने आप को अधिक से नफरत है के लिए दूर चला रही है. मैं तुम्हें इलाज तरह तुम दूसरों का इलाज नहीं है मेरे लिए नफरत है, लेकिन मैं खुद से नफरत है और आप के इलाज के लिए के रूप में अगर मैं तुम्हें ले के लिए दी. मैं तुम्हें मेरे लिए बहुत प्यारी पिछले कुछ समय के लिए नफरत है, और अब मैं कर सकता हूँ 'टी तुम मेरे सिर के बाहर निकल जाओ. मैं तुम मुझे हर बार जब मैं कुछ सबसे एक की जरूरत है क्योंकि अब मैं बहुत अकेला महसूस के साथ के लिए नफरत है. मैं तुम्हारे लिए नफरत जा रहा है तो अजीब है, क्योंकि मैं अभी भी काम में हंसी तुम बार में कहा था मैं. मैं क्या तुम मुझे इतना मीठा होने के लिए नफरत है, क्योंकि सभी यादों को मैं तुम्हारे साथ किया था लगता है अपने मन से मिटा नहीं हो सकता. मैं तुम्हें बारिश के नीचे शरण होने के लिए नफरत है, क्योंकि अब मैं गीला जज्ब कर रहा हूँ. आप धूप में सूरज ब्लॉक, अब मेरी त्वचा होने के लिए नफरत है. जला मैं तुम्हारे हाथ को मुझे पकड़ने जब मैं गिर है, क्योंकि अब मैं bruisers का एक बहुत होने के लिए नफरत है. मैं तुम्हें मेरे लिए पट्टी के लिए जा रहा है नफरत के आसपास लपेटो जब मैं दुखी हूँ, क्योंकि मेरे घाव अब सूजन है. मैं तुम्हें अपनी चाय के लिए चीनी होने के लिए नफरत है, मेरे जेली को मूंगफली का मक्खन, क्योंकि सब कुछ अब बस बेस्वाद लगता है. मैं तुम्हें हथियार होने के लिए नफरत है कि गर्म मुझे जब मैं ठंड, क्योंकि अब मुझे ठंड लग रही हूँ. मैं तुम्हें अपनी प्रेम कहानी में आकर्षक राजकुमार होने के लिए नफरत है, क्योंकि अब यह एक अधूरी कहानी है.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hungarian version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, mert nem ad nekem mindörökké boldogan, de utálom magam még nem kaptál meg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, mert nem szerette, hogy merre kéne, hogy szeressék, de utálom magam, többet nem érzékelem azt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak részére nem érzi szomorú vagy törve, de utálom magam tovább, mert a hatás akkor nem nagy a hely, és én vagyok a szíved mélyén nem elég, hogy úgy érzi, törött Utállak, mert nem nézett a szemembe, mint te mindig van, de utálom magam több elkerülésére van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, hogy nem átölelve rám, amikor sírni, de utálom magam, mert nem volt még ott, amikor van rá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, amiért ilyen gyáva, de utálom magam tovább A menekülni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, mert nem bánik velem, ahogy bánt a többiek, de utálom magam többet bánnak veled, mintha vettem neked biztosra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, amiért ilyen kedves hozzám utoljára, és most már 't innen a fejemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak kísérő minden alkalommal, amikor szükséges, hogy valaki a legtöbbet, mert most érzem magam egyedül.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, amiért olyan vicces, mert én még mindig nevetni a dolgokat mondott néha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, amiért ilyen kedves nekem, mert az összes emlék volt veled, nem úgy tűnik, hogy törlik az agyamon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, amiért a menedék az eső, mert most én vagyok KlatschNass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Utállak, amiért a naptej a forró nap, most a bőröm is égett. Utállak, amiért a kezét fogni rám, amikor esik, mert most van egy csomó bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, amiért a kötést a számomra kerületi, hogy ha én nem bántani, mert a sebek duzzanat van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, amiért a cukor az én tea, a mogyoróvajat az én zselé, mert minden, alig látszik ízléstelen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, amiért a karok, hogy meleg nekem, ha Fázom, mert most én vagyok fagyasztás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utállak, amiért a herceg az én kedves szerelmi történet, mert most ez egy befejezetlen történet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Icelandic version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ég hata þig ekki að gefa mér mína Happily Ever After, en ég hata mig meira um ekki veiða hann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hata þig ekki elska mig eins og ég ætti að vera ást, en ég hata mig meira um ekki virða það.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hata þig er ekki tilfinning dapur eða brotinn, en ég hata mig meira af því að áhrif mín á þér er ekki stór og fram ég er í hjarta þínu er ekki nóg að gera þér finnst brotið&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hata þig ekki horfa á mig í augun eins og þú alltaf gera, en ég hata mig meira til að forðast þig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hata þig ekki faðmast mig þegar ég grátið, en ég hata mig meira á ekki að vera það þegar þú ert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ég hata þig fyrir að vera svo Coward, en ég hata mig meira fyrir gangi burt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hata þig ekki ritgerð mér hvernig þú meðhöndlaðir á öðrum, en ég hata mig meira til að meðhöndla þig eins og ef ég tók þig sem sjálfsögðum hlut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ég hata þig fyrir að vera svo sætur við mig í síðasta skiptið, og nú get ég 't færð þú út úr höfðinu á mér.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hata þig fyrir fylgir mér í hvert sinn þegar ég þarf sum eitt mest því núna mér líður svo einmana. ég hata þig fyrir að vera svo fyndið, því ég hlæja enn á það sem þú segir stundum .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hata þig fyrir að vera svo sætur við mig, því allar minningar sem ég hafði með að þú getur ekki vera að þurrkast út úr huga mínum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hata þig fyrir að vera skjól undir rigning, því nú ég liggja í bleyti blautur. I hatar þú að vera sólin reitnum undir heitri sólinni, nú húð mín er brennd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ég hata þig fyrir að vera á hendi til að grípa mig þegar ég falla, því að nú ÉG hafa a einhver fjöldi af bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ég hata þig fyrir að vera að spara fyrir mig til þess að sett um hvenær ég meiða, því sár mín eru bólga núna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hata þig fyrir að vera að sykur í te minn, að hnetusmjör við hlaup mín, því að allt nú bara virðist tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ég hata þig fyrir að vera vopn sem hlýja mér þegar ég er kalt, því nú ég frostmarki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ég hata þig fyrir að vera prinsinn heillandi í sögu ást mína því nú er það sem óunnið tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Irish version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Gráin liom tú nach bhfuil a thabhairt dom mo riamh thugann tar éis, ach gráin liom féin níos mó le haghaidh ní teacht air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gráin liom tú nach grámhara bhealach dom ba chóir dom a grá, ach gráin liom féin níos mó le haghaidh ní appreciating sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gráin agam ort do Ní mothú nach bhfuil brónach nó briste, ach i gráin féin níos mó toisc nach bhfuil mo tionchar ar an mór ort agus an áit mé i do chroí go leor a dhéanamh leat mothú briste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú nach bhfuil ag breathnú ar dom i súile mhaith leat a dhéanamh i gcónaí, ach is gráin liom mé féin a níos mó chun tú a sheachaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú nach hugging dom nuair a caoin mé, ach gráin liom féin níos mó le haghaidh nach ann nuair a bhíonn tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú a bheith den sórt sin Coward, ach gráin liom féin níos mó do rith amach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú nach chóireáil dom an bhealach cóir duit na daoine eile, ach gráin liom féin níos mó le haghaidh cóireáil ort mar má thug mé tú ar a dheonaítear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin agam ort as a bheith chomh milis domsa uair dheireanach, agus anois is féidir liom 't fhaigheann tú amach ar mo cheann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú a ghabhann leis dom gach uair nuair is gá mé roinnt amháin an chuid is mó anois mar is dóigh liom go uaigneach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú a bheith greannmhar sin, mar gáire mé fós ar na rudaí a dúirt tú ag amanna . gráin agam ort as a bheith chomh milis domsa, mar gheall ar na cuimhní cinn a bhí agam leis an féidir leat nach léir go scriosfar as m'intinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú a bheith an fothain faoi na rain, mar anois mé soaking fliuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gráin leat chun bheith an bloc ghrian faoi don ghrian te, anois mo craiceann Is dóite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú a bheith ar an lámh a ghabháil dom nuair a thig liom, mar anois tá mé a lán bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú a bheith ar an bandage dom go Timfhilleadh timpeall nuair I'm Gortaítear, mar go bhfuil mo wounds swelling anois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú a bheith ar an siúcra go mo tae, im an peanut chun mo glóthach, mar gheall ar gach rud anois díreach cosúil tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú a bheith an airm go te liom nuair mé fuar, mar anois mé reo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gráin liom tú a bheith ar an Prionsa a fheictear i mo ghrá scéal anois mar tá sé an scéal unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Italian version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per non avermi dato la mia sempre felici e contenti, ma mi odio di più per non catturare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per non amare me il modo in cui dovrebbe essere amato, ma mi odio di più per non apprezzare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per non si sente triste o rotto, ma mi odio di più perché il mio impatto su di te non è grande e il luogo sono nel tuo cuore non è sufficiente per farvi sentire rotto ti odio per non guardarmi negli occhi come te sempre fare, ma mi odio di più per evitare voi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per non mi abbracciava quando piango, ma mi odio di più per non essere lì quando ti trovi. Ti odio per essere un codardo, ma odio di più me stesso per scappare via.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per non trattare me il modo in cui trattate gli altri, ma mi odio di più per il trattamento di te come se ti ho preso per scontato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per essere così dolce per me l'ultima volta, e adesso posso 't farti uscire dalla mia testa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per l'accompagnamento di me ogni volta quando avevo bisogno di qualcuno più perché adesso mi sento così sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per essere così divertente, perché ho ancora ridere le cose che hai detto, a volte .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per essere così dolce per me, perché tutti i ricordi che ho avuto con voi non sembrano essere cancellato dalla mia mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per essere al riparo sotto la pioggia, perché ora io sono tutto bagnato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ti odio per essere stato il blocco di sole sotto il sole caldo, ora la mia pelle è bruciata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per essere la mano per prendere quando cado, perché adesso ho un sacco di Bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per essere la benda per me per avvolgere intorno quando sto male, perché le mie ferite sono gonfiore ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per essere stato il mio tè di zucchero, il burro di arachidi al mio gelatina, perché tutto ormai sembra solo di cattivo gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per essere tra le braccia che si scaldano me, quando ho freddo, perché adesso sto punto di congelamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio per essere il principe azzurro nella mia storia d'amore perché ora si tratta di un racconto incompiuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Japanese version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;私は自分の幸せを後に私に与えていないのを嫌い、私は多くのために追いついていけない自分自身を嫌う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は愛される必要が愛情を私に方法はあなたのこと嫌い、私は多くのために鑑賞できない自分嫌いだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私はあなたのこと嫌い悲しいたり壊れたり、しかし、私自身の憎悪のために私の影響を与えると私はあなたの心で午前の場所大きなされていないあなたの気持ち私はあなたのような目で見ていないのを嫌っ分割するのに十分なされていない感じていない常に行うと、しかし、私の場合を避けるために自分を嫌いだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は、泣く私を抱いていないのは嫌いだけど、受けられなかったことがあるときあなたは自分自身を嫌う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私はそのような卑怯されるのを嫌い、私は自分の嫌い距離を実行してください。私は、他の治療方法は扱っていないのを嫌い、しかし、当然のように私はあなたが行った私の場合の治療のために自分を嫌う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は甘い私には最後に当分の間、あなたのこと嫌い、今することができます'トン頭の中に降りてください。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私にすべての時間を私はいくつかは、最も必要なので、すぐに私は孤独を感じるの伴奏には嫌いだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私はおまえが嫌いなので、面白いされるので、私はまだ物事をする時と笑うこれは、すべての記憶を私はあなたと私の心から消去されるように見えることはできませんしていた私は甘い私には当分の間、あなた。嫌いだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は雨の下に避難されるのを嫌うので、今はびしょ濡れの姿と申します。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暑い太陽の下での太陽のブロックは、現在私の皮膚の中にあなたのこと嫌いが燃やされて、私が今ブルーザーがたくさんあるとき私は、秋に私にキャッチするために手をされるのを嫌う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は私のために包帯されてはあなたのこと嫌いので、私の傷は腫れているときに傷つけている、周りをラップします。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は自分のお茶に砂糖を当分のを嫌い、私のゼリーにはピーナッツバターのため、すべて今は無味だ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は腕の中には、暖かいあなたのこと嫌いので、今は凍結てると思うときに、冷たいよ。ため、今では未完の物語の私の愛の物語では王子のチャーミングされるのを嫌う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Korean version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;내가 행복하게 나를 포기하지 않을 당신이 싫지만,하지만 난 더 잡기 위해 자신이 싫어.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 내가 사랑해야 날 사랑하지 않기위한 방법은 당신이 싫지만,하지만 난 더 그것을 감사하지 못하는 자신이 싫어.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 당신이 싫어요 슬프거나 고장,하지만 난 내 자신을 더 싫어했기 때문에 내 충격 및 당신의 심장에있어 큰 곳이 아니 당신이 느낌 당신이 날처럼 눈을 보지 않고 당신을 증오 고장 만들기에 충분하지 기분이 안 항상 그러하지만, 내가 더 당신을 피한에 대한 자신이 싫어.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;내가 우는 날 껴안고 아니라 당신이 싫지만,하지만 난 거기에 더 안되는 때 당신은 자신이 싫어.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 그런 겁쟁이가되고 당신이 싫지만,하지만 난 내 자신을 더 싫어 도망 치고있다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;내가 당신이 다른 치료 방법으로 치료되지 않는 당신을 싫어하지만, 당연한 것처럼 당신을 데려간 더 치료를 위해 자신이 싫어.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 너무 달콤한 날 마지막 시간에 참여해주셔서 싫어했고, 지금은 그럴 수 'T는 내 머리에서 나가세요.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;내가 매번 시작할때마다 몇 가지 중 하나를 가장 필요로하기 때문에 지금은 너무 외로운 느낌이 동반 당신이 싫어.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 당신을 증오가 너무 재밌되고 있기 때문에 아직 것들을 몇 번이나했다 웃다 왜냐면 모든 기억 나는 내 마음에서 지울 수 수가 없어했는데, 너무 귀엽다 내게되고, 당신에게. 싫어요.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 비가 아래 쉼터에 참여해주셔서 싫어, 때문에 지금은 젖어 있어요.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 뜨거운 태양 아래서 햇볕 차단, 지금은 내 피부에 참여해주셔서 싫어 레코딩입니다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 이유는 지금 bruisers을 많이했을 때 나는 가을 날 잡으려고 손을 줘서 정말 싫어.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 나를 위해 붕대를 당분간은 당신이 싫어요 내 상처가 있기 때문에 지금은 붓기가있을 때 다친 것, 주위를 마무리했다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 내 홍차에 설탕을 받고 당신이 싫어, 내 젤리에 땅콩 버터, 때문에 지금은 그냥 맛도 다 보입니다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 무기 것에 대한 따뜻한 당신이 싫어요 왜냐면 지금 난 얼어 죽겠어 날 때 난 추워.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;왜냐하면 지금 미완성의 이야기는 내 사랑 이야기 프린스 차밍이되고 당신이 싫어.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Latvian version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I hate jums nedod manu laimīgi kādreiz pēc tam, bet es ienīstu sevi lielākiem, ne ķeršanai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ienīstu jūs ne loving man, kā es būtu mīlēja, bet es ienīstu sevi lielākiem, ne novērtēt to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate jūs nejūtas skumjš vai šķeltas, bet es ienīst sevi vairāk, jo manas ietekmes uz jums nav liela un vieta, es esmu jūsu sirds nav pietiekami, lai jūs justos iedalīti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate jūs nemeklē pie manis kā tu acis vienmēr darīt, bet es ienīst sevi vairāk, kā izvairīties no Jums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate jums ne hugging man, kad es raudāt, bet es ienīstu sevi, vairāk ar netiek klāt, kad jūs esat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate jums jābūt tādiem gļēvulis, bet es ienīst sevi vairāk lai bēg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ienīstu jūs neuzskatot mani kā jūs uzskata citi, bet es ienīstu sevi vairāk, apstrādājot jums, it kā es paņēmu jums par pašsaprotamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ienīstu jūs being so sweet man pēdējā laikā, un tagad es varu 't jūs nokļūtu no manas galvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ienīstu jūs kopā man katru reizi, kad man vajadzēja apmēram vienu visvairāk, jo tagad es jūtos vientuļa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate jums ir tik smieklīgi, jo es vēl smieties par lietām, jūs teicāt, dažreiz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ienīstu jūs being so sweet man, jo visas atmiņas, es biju ar jums, iespējams, šķiet, ir jādzēš no sava prāta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ienīstu jūs to pajumti zem lietus, jo tagad es esmu mērcēšanas slapji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate jums ir saule bloks ar karstu sauli, tagad mana āda ir dedzināti. Es ienīstu jūs to roku, lai nozvejas man, kad es fall, jo tagad man ir daudz bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ienīstu jūs to pārsēju man iesaiņošanai, ap, kad es esmu cietis, jo mans brūces ir pietūkums tagad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ka esat cukura manu tēju, zemesriekstu sviests uz manu želejā, jo viss tagad tikai liekas bezgaumīgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ienīstu jūs par to ieroču, ka silts man, kad es esmu auksta, jo tagad es esmu iesaldēšana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate jums ir burvīgs princis manos mīlas stāsts, jo tagad tas ir nepabeigti stāsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Macedonian version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Мразам Ви не давајќи ми засекогаш среќно но мразам себеси повеќе за не фаќање неа.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Мразам Ви не сакањето ме начинот бидам возљуби но мразам себеси повеќе за не Почитување неа.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Мразам Ви Не чувство тажен или искршени, но јас го мразам себеси поради тоа повеќе ми влијаеше на вас не е голема и местото Јас сум во твоето срце не е доволно за да се направи да се чувствувате за невалидно&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам тебе за да не ме гледа во очи како вас секогаш го правам, но јас го мразам себеси повеќе за одбегнување на вас.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам тебе за да не ме прегрне, кога викам, ама повеќе мразам себе си за да не се таму, кога си ти. мразам вас затоа што сте кукавица, но јас го мразам себеси повеќе за истрчував.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Мразам што не ме лекување на начинот на кој се третираат другите, но јас го мразам себеси повеќе за лекување на вас како да сум ти зеде здраво за готово.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам што се толку слатка ми последно време, и сега можам да 'добивате t ти од мојата глава.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам да ме придружува за секој пат кога ми требаше еден од повеќето, бидејќи сега се чувствувам така осамено.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам што се толку смешно, бидејќи јас се уште се смееме на нешта што рече пати .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам што се слатки толку за мене, бидејќи сите спомени имав со тебе не може да се чини дека се избришани од мојот ум.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам што се на засолниште под дождот, бидејќи сега сум утоп мокар.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Јас мразам што се сонцето блок под топлото сонце, сега ми е изгорена кожа.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам да се за раката да ме фатат кога ќе падне, затоа што сега имам многу bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам што се во завој за мене да навиват кога сум повреден, бидејќи моите рани се оток сега.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам што се на шеќер да ми чај, путер од кикирики за да ми желе, бидејќи се чини дека сега само блуткаво.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам да се за оружје на тоа топло ми кога сум ладна, бидејќи сега сум замрзнување.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мразам што се принцот поставен во мојата љубовна приказна затоа што сега е недовршена приказна.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Malay version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kamu kerana tidak memberi saya saya bahagia selamanya, tapi aku benci diriku sendiri lebih kerana tidak menangkapnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kamu karena tidak mencintaiku seperti aku harus dicintai, tapi aku benci diriku sendiri lebih kerana tidak menghargai itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kau untuk tidak merasa sedih, tetapi saya membenci diriku sendiri lebih karena berdampak pada anda tidak besar dan tempat saya di hati anda tidak cukup untuk membuat anda merasa patah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci anda untuk tidak memandang mataku seperti anda selalu lakukan, tetapi saya lebih membenci diriku sendiri untuk mengelakkan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku benci kamu kerana tidak memelukku ketika aku menangis, tapi aku benci diriku sendiri lebih kerana tidak berada di sana ketika anda berada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku benci kamu kerana telah menjadi pengecut, tapi aku benci diriku sendiri lebih untuk melarikan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kamu kerana tidak melayan aku cara anda melayan orang lain, tapi aku benci diriku sendiri lebih banyak untuk melayan kamu seperti jika aku memuat anda taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kamu karena begitu manis padaku diubah kali, dan sekarang aku boleh 't membuat anda keluar dari kepalaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kamu untuk menemani saya setiap saat ketika aku membutuhkan seseorang yang paling karena sekarang aku merasa sangat kesepian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku benci kamu kerana begitu lucu, kerana aku masih tertawa pada hal-hal yang anda katakan pada kali .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kamu karena begitu manis padaku, kerana semua kenangan saya dengan anda tidak boleh dihapuskan daripada fikiran saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kamu kerana tempat takungan di bawah hujan, kerana sekarang aku basah kuyup. Aku benci kamu kerana matahari blok di bawah terik matahari, sekarang kulitku terbakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kamu karena tangan untuk menangkap saya ketika saya jatuh, kerana sekarang aku punya banyak bruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kamu karena perban untuk saya untuk membungkus sekitar saat aku terluka, kerana luka-luka bengkak sekarang. aku benci kamu kerana gula ke teh, selai kacang parasnya saya, kerana segala sesuatu yang kini hanya tampak hambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku benci kamu kerana lengan yang hangat saya ketika saya sedang dingin, kerana sekarang aku membeku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci kamu kerana menjadi pangeran menawan dalam kisah cinta saya kerana sekarang ini kisah yang belum selesai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Norwegian version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hater deg for ikke å gi meg lykkelig etter, men jeg hater meg selv mer for ikke å fange den.Hater jeg deg for ikke å elske meg hvordan jeg bør være glad i, men jeg hater meg selv mer for ikke å verdsette det. Hater jeg deg for ikke følelsen trist eller brukket, men jeg hater meg selv mer fordi min påvirkning på deg er ikke stor, og det stedet jeg er i ditt hjerte er ikke nok til at du skal føle brutt Jeg hater deg for ikke å se på meg i øynene som deg alltid gjøre, men jeg hater meg selv mer for å unngå deg. jeg hater deg for ikke å klemme meg når jeg gråter, men jeg hater meg selv mer for ikke å være der når du er. hater jeg deg for å være så feig, men jeg hater meg selv mer for å kjøre vekk. hater jeg deg for ikke å behandle meg slik du behandlet de andre, men jeg hater meg selv mer for å behandle deg som om jeg tok deg for gitt. hater jeg deg for å være så søtt til meg forrige gang, og nå kan jeg ikke få deg ut av hodet mitt. Jeg hater deg for medfølgende meg hver gang når jeg trengte noen en av de mest fordi nå jeg føler meg så ensom. Jeg hater deg for å være så morsomt, fordi jeg fremdeles ler på de tingene du sa til tider . Jeg hater deg for å være så søtt til meg, fordi alle minnene jeg hadde med deg kan ikke synes å bli fjernet fra mitt sinn. hater jeg deg for å være ly under regnvær, fordi nå er jeg dryppende våt. Jeg hater deg for å være solkrem under den varme solen, nå er huden min er brent. Jeg hater deg for å være den hånden til å fange meg når jeg falle, fordi nå har jeg en masse bruisers. Jeg hater deg for å være den bandasjen for meg å vikle i nærheten når jeg er såret, fordi min sår hevelse nå. Jeg hater deg for å være sukker til teen min, den peanøttsmør til syltetøy min, fordi alt nå virker bare smakløst. Jeg hater deg for å være i armene at varme meg når jeg er kald, fordi nå er jeg fryser. Jeg hater deg for at prinsen sjarmerende i mine kjærlighetshistorie fordi nå er det en uferdig historie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Polish version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Nienawidzę cię, że nie dała mi długo i szczęśliwie, ale nienawidzę siebie więcej za łowienie nie jest. Nienawidzę cię, że nie kochać mnie tak powinienem być kochanym, ale nienawidzę siebie więcej za nie doceniając go. Nienawidzę cię do nie uczucie smutku lub łamane, ale nienawidzę siebie bardziej, że mój wpływ na nie jest duże i miejsce Jestem w twoim sercu nie wystarczy, aby czuć się w podziale Nienawidzę cię za nie patrząc mi w oczy jak ty zawsze zrobić, ale nienawidzę się więcej o unikaniu Ciebie. Nienawidzę cię, że nie przytulanie mnie, gdy płaczę, ale nienawidzę siebie bardziej, że nie istnieje możliwość, gdy jesteś. Nienawidzę cię za to, że takim tchórzem, ale nienawidzę siebie więcej do ucieczki. Nienawidzę cię, że nie traktują mnie sposób, w jaki traktuje innych, ale nienawidzę siebie bardziej do leczenia się, jakbym miała za przyznane. Nienawidzę cię za to, że tak słodko do mnie po raz ostatni, a teraz nie mogę 't get you out of my head. Nienawidzę cię za towarzyszenie mi za każdym razem, kiedy potrzebował jednym z najbardziej bo teraz czuję się samotna. Nienawidzę cię za to, że to śmieszne, bo jeszcze śmiać się z rzeczy, które powiedział razy . Nienawidzę cię za to, że tak słodko do mnie, bo wszystkie wspomnienia miałem u Ciebie nie wydają się być wymazane z mojej pamięci. Nienawidzę cię za to, że schronisko w deszczu, dlatego teraz jestem moczenia wet. I Nienawidzę cię za to, że blokada przeciwsłoneczna pod gorącym słońcem, teraz moja skóra jest spalona. Nienawidzę cię za to, że ręka mnie złapać, kiedy runął, bo teraz mam dużo bruisers. Nienawidzę cię za to, że bandaż dla mnie do zawinięcia, kiedy jestem zraniony, bo rany są obrzęk teraz. Nienawidzę cię za to, że do mojej herbaty, cukru, masła orzechowego do mojej galaretki, bo teraz wszystko tylko wydaje się bez smaku. Nienawidzę cię za to, że bronią, że ciepłe mnie, kiedy jestem zimny, bo teraz jestem zera. Nienawidzę cię za to, że Prince Charming w moją historię miłości, bo teraz jest to niedokończona opowieść.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Romanian version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Te urăsc pentru că nu-mi da-mi fericiti, dar eu mă urăsc mai mult pentru a nu prinderea ea. Te urăsc pentru că nu mă iubeşti cum am ar trebui să fie iubit, dar eu mă urăsc mai mult pentru a nu aprecia asta. Te urăsc pentru nu se simte trist sau sfărâmate, dar eu urăsc mai mult, deoarece impactul pe tine nu este mare şi locul eu sunt în inima ta nu este de ajuns pentru a face să vă simţiţi rupt Te urăsc pentru că nu uita la mine în ochi ca tine mereu face, dar mă urăsc mai mult pentru a evita tine. Te urăsc pentru că nu îmbrăţişează-mă când am strigăt, dar eu mă urăsc mai mult pentru a nu fi acolo, atunci când sunt. Te urăsc pentru a fi astfel un laş, dar urasc eu mai mult pentru rularea departe. Te urăsc pentru că nu mă tratează modul în care tratat alţii, dar eu mă urăsc mai mult pentru tratarea tine, ca daca te-am luat de la sine. Te urăsc pentru a fi atât de dulce pentru mine ultima dată, şi acum pot să Nu te scot din cap. Te urăsc de însoţire pentru mine de fiecare dată când am nevoie de nişte cea mai pentru că acum mă simt atat de singuri. Te urăsc pentru a fi atât de amuzant, pentru că eu încă râde la lucrurile pe care le-ai spus la ore . Te urasc pentru a fi atât de dulce pentru mine, pentru că toate amintirile-am avut-o cu tine nu poate par a fi şterse din mintea mea. Te urăsc pentru a fi în conformitate cu adăpost de ploaie, pentru că acum eu sunt ud leoarcă. I te urăsc pentru a fi blocul de soare sub soare fierbinte, acum pielea mea este ars. Te urăsc pentru a fi de o parte pentru a prinde-mă, când am cădea, pentru că acum am o mulţime de bruisers. Te urăsc pentru a fi bandaj pentru mine pentru a încheia în jurul când sunt rănit, pentru că rănile mele sunt umflarea acum. Te urăsc pentru că de zahăr la ceai mea, unt de arahide pe bază de gelatină de a mea, pentru că totul acum doar pare lipsită de gust. Te urăsc pentru a fi de arme care calde ma atunci cand sunt reci, pentru că acum eu sunt punctul de îngheţ. Te urăsc pentru că Făt-Frumos din poveste de dragoste meu, pentru că acum este o poveste neterminată.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Serbian version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Сам ти да ме мрзе за давање моје срећно икада после, али ја мрзим више не хватање за вас мрзе за мене не воли како ја треба да се воли, али. Ја мрзим више за то не цени. Ја за те мрзе не осећа тужно или је у прекиду, али ја више мрзим себе јер је мој утицај на вас не велико место и ја сам у твоје срце није довољно да се осећате Сломио сам те мрзе да не гледа ме у очи као вас увек радим, али ја мрзим више за избегавање ти ја за те мрзе ме не грљењем кад плачем, али. ја мрзим више што није био тамо када си. Ја вас мрзим због таквих кукавица, али ја мрзим себе више за бежање. ја те мрзе на ме не третира на начин на који третира остале, али ја мрзим више за вас третирају као да сам ти узео здраво за готово да те мрзе због тако слатко да ме последњи пут, и. сада могу 'Т добијате из моје главе сам те мрзе ме прате сваки пут када ми је потребно неко највише јер сада се осећам тако усамљен.. Ја вас мрзим због тако смешно, јер сам још увек смејем на оно што си рекао на време Ја вас мрзим. због тако слатко за мене, јер сва сећања сам са вама никако да се избрише из мог ума. Ја вас мрзим због склониште под кише, јер сада сам натапање мокри. Ја вас мрзе због крема за сунчање под врелим сунцем, сада ми је кожа спаљена сам те мрзим због руку да ме ухвати када сам пао, јер сада имам много бруисерс.. Ја вас мрзим због завоја за мене да обмотана када сам повређен, јер моје ране су сада отицање сам те мрзе због шећера у мој чај. кикирики бутер мом желе, јер је све сада изгледа само неукусан сам те мрзим због орузја које топло. ме кад сам хладне, јер сада сам ја вас мрзим смрзавање због шармантног принца у мојим љубавна прича, јер сада је недовршена прича.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Swedish version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Jag hatar dig för att inte ge mig min lyckliga, men jag hatar mig mer för att inte fånga den. Jag hatar dig för att inte älska mig hur jag skulle bli älskad, men jag hatar mig mer för att inte uppskatta det. Jag hatar dig för inte känna sig ledsen eller brutet, men jag hatar mig mer eftersom jag påverkar dig är inte stor och den plats jag är i ditt hjärta är inte tillräckligt för att du ska känna bruten Jag hatar dig för att inte titta på mig i ögonen som du alltid gör, men jag hatar mig mer för att undvika dig. Jag hatar dig för att inte krama mig när jag gråter, men jag hatar mig mer för att inte vara där när du är. Jag hatar dig för att vara så feg, men jag hatar mig själv mer för att köra iväg. Jag hatar dig för att inte behandla mig hur man behandlade de andra, men jag hatar mig mer för att behandla dig som om jag tog dig för givet. Jag hatar dig för att vara så snäll mot mig förra gången, och nu kan jag inte få dig ur mitt huvud. Jag hatar dig för att följa mig varje gång när jag behövde en mest, eftersom jag nu känner mig så ensam. Jag hatar dig för att vara så roligt, eftersom jag fortfarande skratta åt saker du sa ibland . Jag hatar dig för att vara så snäll mot mig, eftersom alla minnen jag hade med er inte utsuddade ur mitt medvetande. Jag hatar dig för att vara skydd under regnet, för nu är jag genomblöt. I hatar dig för att vara solskyddskräm under den heta solen, nu min hud bränns. Jag hatar er för att handen för att fånga mig när jag faller, för nu har jag en massa bruisers. Jag hatar dig för att vara förband åt mig att linda runt när jag är skadad, eftersom mina sår är svullnad nu. Jag hatar dig för att vara socker till mitt te, jordnötssmör till min gelé, eftersom allt nu bara verkar smaklöst. Jag hatar dig för att vara det vapen som varm mig när jag är kall, för nu har jag fryser. Jag hatar dig för att vara den drömprins i min kärlekshistoria eftersom det nu är en oavslutad berättelse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Thai version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;ฉันเกลียดคุณไม่ให้ฉันเป็นสุขตลอดกาลของฉันหลังจากแต่ฉันเกลียดตัวเองมากขึ้นไม่ดึงดูดมัน. ฉันเกลียดคุณไม่รักฉันอย่างที่ฉันควรจะรักแต่ฉันเกลียดตัวเองมากขึ้นไม่ได้ appreciating. ฉันเกลียดคุณไม่รู้สึกเสียใจหรือเสียแต่ฉันเกลียดตัวเองมากขึ้นเนื่องจากผลกระทบของฉันที่คุณไม่ใหญ่และสถานที่ฉันในหัวใจของคุณไม่เพียงพอที่จะทำให้คุณรู้สึกแตกฉันเกลียดคุณไม่ได้มองฉันในทางที่คุณต้องการเคยทำแต่ฉันเกลียดตัวเองมากขึ้นเพื่อหลีกเลี่ยงคุณ. ฉันเกลียดคุณไม่ hugging ฉันเมื่อฉันร้องไห้แต่ฉันเกลียดตัวเองมากขึ้นไม่ได้มีเมื่อคุณ. ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นเช่นขี้กลัวแต่ฉันเกลียดตัวเองมากขึ้นสำหรับการทำงานไป. ฉันเกลียดคุณไม่รักษาฉันในแบบที่คุณถือว่าคนอื่นแต่ฉันเกลียดตัวเองมากขึ้นสำหรับการรักษาคุณเป็นถ้าฉันเอาคุณรับ. ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นหวานให้ฉันครั้งสุดท้ายและตอนนี้ฉันสามารถ 't คุณได้รับจากหัวของฉัน. ฉันเกลียดคุณพร้อมฉันทุกครั้งเมื่อฉันต้องการบางคนมากที่สุดเพราะตอนนี้ฉันเหงาจึง. ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นตลกเพื่อเพราะฉันยังคงหัวเราะเยาะสิ่งที่คุณกล่าวว่าในเวลา . ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นหวานให้ฉันเพราะความทรงจำทั้งหมดที่ฉันมีกับคุณไม่สามารถดูเหมือนจะลบจากใจฉัน. ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นที่พักพิงภายใต้ฝนเนื่องจากขณะนี้ฉันเปียกแฉะ. ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นครีมกันแดดตามดวงอาทิตย์ร้อนที่ตอนนี้ผิวของฉันย่าง. ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นมือจับฉันเมื่อฉันตกเพราะตอนนี้ฉันมีมาก bruisers. ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นผ้าพันแผลสำหรับฉันได้ไหมเพื่อห่อรอบเมื่อฉันเจ็บเพราะ wounds ของฉันบวมตอนนี้. ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นน้ำตาลในชาของฉันให้เนยถั่วลิสงที่วุ้นของฉันเพราะตอนนี้ทุกอย่างก็ดูเหมือนป่าเถื่อน. ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นอาวุธที่อบอุ่นฉันเมื่อฉันเย็นเพราะตอนนี้ฉันกำลังแช่แข็ง. ฉันเกลียดที่เป็นเจ้าชายเสน่ห์ในเรื่องรักของฉันเพราะตอนนี้เป็นเรื่องคาราคาซัง.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Turkish version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ben sonsuza dek mutlu bana vermek için değil nefret ediyorum, ama daha fazla için çekici bulmuyorum nefret ediyorum. I sevilen gereken sevgi değil bana yol için sen nefret ediyorum, ama daha fazla için takdir bulmuyorum nefret ediyorum. I hate you üzgün veya kırık, ama kendimi daha çok nefret ediyorum çünkü benim etki ve Kalbini am içinde yer büyük değil hissediyorsun ben bana sizin gibi gözlerde aramıyorum için nefret kırık yapmak için yeterli değildir hissetmiyorum her zaman, ama ben daha sen kaçmak için kendimi nefret ediyorum. Ben Cry Me sarılma için değil nefret ediyorum, ama fazla değil var olmak için zaman sen ben nefret ediyorum. böyle bir korkak olduğu için nefret ediyorum, ama kendimi daha çok nefret ediyorum uzakta çalıştırmak için. Bana sen diğer tedavi yolu tedavi için değil nefret ediyorum, ama verilen sanki seni alıp daha fazla sizi tedavi için kendimi nefret ediyorum. O kadar tatlı bana son kez olmak için nefret ve şimdi olabilir 'benim başının dışarı çıktın. bana her zaman biraz biri en çok ihtiyaç duyulan çünkü şimdi o kadar yalnız hissediyorum eşlik için nefret ediyorum. I hate you kadar komik olma, çünkü hala şeyler sizi zamanlarda dedi gülmek çünkü tüm anılar seninle benim zihnimden silinebilir gibi görünüyor olabilir vardı Öyle tatlı bana olduğu için, sen. nefret ediyorum. ben yağmur altında sığınak olduğu için nefret ediyorum, çünkü şimdi ıslak sırılsıklam kulüpler. I sıcak güneşin altında güneş blok, şimdi benim deri olmak için nefret yandı. çünkü şimdi Bruisers bir şey var ben, güz beni yakalamak için el olduğu için nefret ediyorum. benim için bandaj olmak için nefret çünkü benim yaraları şimdi şişlik zaman alınıyorum çevresini sarmak için. benim çaya şeker olduğu için nefret ediyorum, benim jöle için fıstık ezmesi, çünkü her şey şimdi sadece tatsız görünüyor. ben silah olduğu için bu sıcak hate you çünkü artık Donuyorum beni zaman, soğuk kulüpler. çünkü şimdi yarım kalmış bir öykü's benim aşk hikayesinin prens büyüleyici olduğu için nefret ediyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vietnamese version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Tôi ghét bạn đã không đem lại cho tôi hạnh phúc của tôi bao giờ sau đó, nhưng tôi ghét bản thân mình nhiều hơn cho không bắt nó Tôi ghét bạn cho cách không thương yêu của tôi Tôi cần được yêu thương,. Nhưng tôi ghét bản thân mình nhiều hơn cho không tăng giá đó. Tôi ghét bạn cho không cảm thấy buồn hay bị hỏng, nhưng tôi ghét bản thân mình hơn vì ảnh hưởng của tôi về bạn không phải là lớn và đặt tôi trong trái tim của bạn là không đủ để làm cho bạn cảm thấy bị hỏng Tôi ghét bạn vì không nhìn vào trong mắt tôi như bạn luôn luôn làm, nhưng tôi ghét bản thân mình nhiều hơn cho bạn tránh Tôi ghét bạn không ôm tôi khi tôi khóc,. nhưng tôi ghét bản thân mình nhiều hơn cho không được có khi bạn đang có. Tôi ghét bạn cho là như vậy hèn nhát, nhưng tôi ghét bản thân mình hơn để chạy đi. Tôi ghét bạn không điều trị cho tôi trong cách đối xử của những người khác, nhưng tôi ghét bản thân mình nhiều hơn cho điều trị, bạn là nếu tôi lấy bạn cho phép tôi ghét bạn vì vậy ngọt với tôi qua thời gian,. và bây giờ tôi có thể 't giúp bạn có được trên đầu của tôi Tôi ghét bạn cho đi kèm với tôi mỗi khi tôi cần một số một trong nhiều nhất bởi vì bây giờ tôi cảm thấy cô đơn.. Tôi ghét bạn cho được so funny, bởi vì tôi vẫn cười trong những điều bạn nói ở lần Tôi ghét. bạn cho là như vậy ngọt với tôi, bởi vì tất cả những kỷ niệm tôi đã có với bạn không thể dường như bị xóa khỏi tâm trí của tôi. Tôi ghét bạn cho là nơi trú ẩn dưới mưa, bởi vì bây giờ tôi đang ngâm ướt. Tôi ghét bạn cho là khối mặt trời dưới ánh mặt trời nóng, bây giờ da của tôi là đốt cháy tôi ghét bạn cho là bàn tay để đón tôi khi tôi ngã, bởi vì bây giờ tôi có rất nhiều bruisers.. Tôi ghét bạn cho là băng cho tôi để bọc xung quanh khi tôi đau đớn, bởi vì những vết thương của tôi là sưng ngay bây giờ. Tôi ghét bạn cho là đường để chè của tôi, bơ đậu phộng để jelly của tôi, bởi vì tất cả mọi thứ bây giờ chỉ có vẻ tasteless. Tôi ghét bạn cho là cánh tay mà ấm áp tôi khi tôi lạnh, bởi vì bây giờ tôi đang đóng băng. Tôi ghét bạn cho là hoàng tử duyên dáng trong câu chuyện tình yêu của tôi bây giờ bởi vì nó là một câu chuyện chưa xong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Welsh version&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Rwy'n casáu i chi am ddim i mi roi fy hapus erioed ar ôl, ond dwi'n casáu fy hun mwy am beidio â dal iddo. Rwy'n casáu chi am beidio caru 'm' r ffordd y dylwn fod yn caru, ond dwi'n casáu fy hun mwy am beidio ei werthfawrogi. Rwy'n casáu i chi am Nid yw teimlo'n drist nad neu wedi torri, ond fi fy hun yn fwy casineb oherwydd nad yw fy effeithio arnoch chi yn fawr ac yn y lle yr wyf yn eich calon yn ddigon i wneud i chi deimlo'n torri Rwy'n casáu i chi am ddim edrych ar mi yn y llygaid fel chi bob amser yn gwneud, ond fi fy hun casineb mwy osgoi chi. Rwy'n casáu i chi am nad gofleidio fi pan crio, ond roeddwn i'n casáu fy hun mwy am beidio â bod yno pan fyddwch yn. Rwy'n casáu chi am fod mor Coward, ond roeddwn i'n casáu fy hun yn fwy ar gyfer rhedeg i ffwrdd. Rwy'n casáu i chi am nad drin 'm' r ffordd yr ydych yn trin y lleill, ond rwy'n casáu fy hun yn fwy ar gyfer eich trin fel pe cymerais ydych yn ganiataol. Rwy'n casáu chi am fod mor felys i mi y tro diwethaf, a bellach gallaf 'r yn cael chi allan o fy mhen. Rwy'n casáu i chi am sy'n cyd-fynd mi bob tro pan oeddwn angen rhyw un mwyaf oherwydd rwyf bellach yn teimlo mor unig. Rwy'n casáu chi am fod mor ddoniol, am fy mod yn dal i chwerthin yn y pethau yr ydych yn dweud ar adegau . Rwy'n casáu cael i chi am hynny melys i mi, gan fod yr holl atgofion fy mod wedi gyda chi Ni all ymddangos i fod yn dileu o fy meddwl. Rwy'n casáu chi am fod yn y lloches o dan y glaw, oherwydd erbyn hyn rwy'n amsugno gwlyb. I casineb chi am fod y bloc haul o dan yr haul poeth, sydd bellach yn fy croen yn llosgi. Rwy'n casáu chi am fod y llaw i ddal i mi pan fyddaf yn disgyn, oherwydd bellach gen i lawer o bruisers. Rwy'n casáu chi am fod y bandage i mi i lapio o gwmpas pan oeddwn i'n brifo, oherwydd fy anafiadau bellach yn cael eu chwyddo. Rwy'n casáu chi am fod y siwgr at 'm te, y menyn cnau mwnci i fy jeli, gan fod popeth yn unig bellach yn ymddangos yn tasteless. Rwy'n casáu chi am fod yn y breichiau fod yn gynnes fi pan Dwi'n oer, oherwydd erbyn hyn rwy'n rhewllyd. Rwy'n casáu chi am fod y tywysog swynol yn fy stori garu nawr oherwydd ei fod yn chwedl anorffenedig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: If you think I just simply type, you can go check it out yourself. If you're lazy to check and still don't believe then better you don't read it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I spend to many freaking hours to do this. I'm so proud of myself. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: There's 42 languages, hehe. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: special thanks to yinying, shing kern, and calxin for helping me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : satisfied =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-2519111038171400679?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2519111038171400679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=2519111038171400679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2519111038171400679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/2519111038171400679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-readers-just-something-for-fun.html' title='Nothing is imposible, it&apos;s just the way you look at it.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-9136008289535321877</id><published>2009-09-03T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:19:43.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I broke your heart but mine's scattered.</title><content type='html'>Just too bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;older or at least the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;Taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;not really? unless it's temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;appropriately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;fit (a bit chubby) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;Don't really mind. I don't like colon smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;can also. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;br /&gt;fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;both also can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;yeah! where's the fun without it? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind. He's gonna take it out sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;singer and dancer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;til-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;sweet and cute =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;yeah..that will be so romantic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;yeah but appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;romantic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;when needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;nah crush never last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;not excessive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;faithful and loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;Bonus for me! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. loves children??&lt;br /&gt;ok lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-9136008289535321877?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/9136008289535321877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=9136008289535321877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/9136008289535321877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/9136008289535321877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-broke-your-heart-but-mines-scattered.html' title='I broke your heart but mine&apos;s scattered.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-5191715712241483659</id><published>2009-09-03T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T04:20:41.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E is just another word that I could never pronounce.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a really short post. Nothing to blog about. O.O Today. a paper for us to buy pressies for wishing people good luck in their exams came. Yi qian, Sook Lee and I played with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao cha bo 3 to siao cha bo 1 : after get good results for your exam must go on a diet!&lt;br /&gt;Siao cha bo 2 to siao cha bo 3 : ss501 freak~ don't be obsessed like me! Gambateh!&lt;br /&gt;Siao cha bo 1 to siao cha bo 2 : why you're so obsessed with HIM? LOL. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;I like to see you regret and missing it. I like to see you broken and sad. I like the fact that you knows things and never gonna come back. I like when you realised no one could replace the things a sacrificed for you. I like you to know how it feels to be ME, to step in my shoes. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : I-HATE-YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-5191715712241483659?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5191715712241483659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=5191715712241483659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/5191715712241483659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/5191715712241483659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/l-o-v-e-is-just-another-word-that-i.html' title='L-O-V-E is just another word that I could never pronounce.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-1487602533001316597</id><published>2009-09-02T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:22:58.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life was beautiful then. I remember the time. I knew what happiness was. Will it ever come back?</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random post. Today was really weird. I don't know how to explain or maybe I do. I don't know. It's just that I'm confused and I wanna know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. And and and when I look at my fingers I just think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sp5TrkqklbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LV58h2mz5B4/s1600-h/finger.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sp5TrkqklbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LV58h2mz5B4/s320/finger.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376827013168666034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sp5TsNEfilI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Cmz7pCcgzrg/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sp5TsNEfilI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Cmz7pCcgzrg/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376827024014805586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;only HE knows what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;  Big and small. Short and fat. ARH! I'm going crazy. I don't feel like thinking of it anymore. But it just pop into my mind every time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I wouldn't want to break my arm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because if I did. I wouldn't be able to hold yous.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OMG. I'm thinking about it again. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : wondering why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-1487602533001316597?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1487602533001316597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=1487602533001316597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/1487602533001316597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/1487602533001316597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-was-beautiful-then-i-remember-time.html' title='Life was beautiful then. I remember the time. I knew what happiness was. Will it ever come back?'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Sp5TrkqklbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LV58h2mz5B4/s72-c/finger.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-6035645453572291807</id><published>2009-09-01T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:51:25.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds of time seem to rain on innocent left behinds and it never goes away</title><content type='html'>Dear readers, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as if any one's reading)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went back to school after 3 weeks. But I'm still sick. crap =.=. Anyway, school was fine. Sook lee, I have a song to dedicate to you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHY YOU'RE SO OBSESSED WITH HIM?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL I WANNA KNOW. haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing this to her all day when she talks about HIM. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"keyboard warriors". If you can't do it don't say it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You didn't change a bit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Loads of home work to catch up with.=( Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Current mood : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Scared and rushing and not feeling well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-6035645453572291807?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6035645453572291807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=6035645453572291807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/6035645453572291807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/6035645453572291807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/09/clouds-of-time-seem-to-rain-on-innocent.html' title='Clouds of time seem to rain on innocent left behinds and it never goes away'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-8912633235221584688</id><published>2009-08-31T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:33:02.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a game but it's not fair. I break the rules so I don't care.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Rachel uploaded those pics! =) So let the pictures do the talking =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpufufjwQqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LhVg3n2Y18c/s1600-h/DSC03757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpufufjwQqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LhVg3n2Y18c/s320/DSC03757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066201291080354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Jared. Eugenia.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Spufu-WJQhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nun9up64v2I/s1600-h/DSC04687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Spufu-WJQhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nun9up64v2I/s320/DSC04687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066209555497490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG. Look at their faces. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpufvCojEjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7jJLVujtqz8/s1600-h/DSC04686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpufvCojEjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7jJLVujtqz8/s320/DSC04686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066210706428466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me : Replay faster larh!&lt;br /&gt;Jared : Being forced to drink my coffee and pay for it! =P&lt;br /&gt;Eungenia : I feel itchy~ hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpuhTt-TRaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0VdfW_k5Fs8/s1600-h/DSC04697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpuhTt-TRaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0VdfW_k5Fs8/s320/DSC04697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376067940327310754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared : Begging for his slipper back from Rachel =P&lt;br /&gt;( you should have seen the looks of the aunties passing by! LOL. They think jared's crazy! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Spufv7UvGmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XghfiI8hfzc/s1600-h/DSC04703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Spufv7UvGmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XghfiI8hfzc/s320/DSC04703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066225924151906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared : "eugenia, this one nice arh?"&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia : Nah, your taste so bad on. Choose another one for you =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugBGDCxEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JI3zgqaT1OU/s1600-h/DSC04704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugBGDCxEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JI3zgqaT1OU/s320/DSC04704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066520860509250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared : Do u think I look hot in this T shirt? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugBpd67AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lnIm7lzJFeY/s1600-h/DSC04716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugBpd67AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lnIm7lzJFeY/s320/DSC04716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066530368482306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugBwsMmhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cm6skOVYjIg/s1600-h/DSC04720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugBwsMmhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cm6skOVYjIg/s320/DSC04720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066532307409426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and jared. =)&lt;br /&gt;(braces and specs) O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugCJ0puxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IwYj_5u6MC4/s1600-h/DSC04721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugCJ0puxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IwYj_5u6MC4/s320/DSC04721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066539053759250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where is eugenia? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tot we had another pic with me, rachel and jared? nvm. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugCnN5qaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-tcY6g4-J28/s1600-h/DSC04723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugCnN5qaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-tcY6g4-J28/s320/DSC04723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066546944289186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give up lar jared. The duck also don't wanna hug back. haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;Jared : "who cares! I happy then ok adi. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugPPbH1gI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mdLlEYa--QE/s1600-h/DSC04728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugPPbH1gI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mdLlEYa--QE/s320/DSC04728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066763895592450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow. so passionate! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugPjRRGCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/v2IaH1qzIs8/s1600-h/DSC04726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugPjRRGCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/v2IaH1qzIs8/s320/DSC04726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066769222965282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naughty naughty jack arh. Skip tuition! O.O I tell ur mother. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugQDSEFRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rWn4x--FnX0/s1600-h/DSC04732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugQDSEFRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rWn4x--FnX0/s320/DSC04732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066777816241426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guy : Look! hot girl alert!&lt;br /&gt;Other guys : WHERE?! (searching) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After tuition, I waited there alone cause my parents went to summit and came late. Nothing to do so I took a picture ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugX1qmPKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/F8OLemgH9g4/s1600-h/DSC03818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpugX1qmPKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/F8OLemgH9g4/s320/DSC03818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376066911600000162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : Sick and Rushing for home work.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-8912633235221584688?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8912633235221584688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=8912633235221584688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8912633235221584688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8912633235221584688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-game-but-its-not-fair-i-break.html' title='Life&apos;s a game but it&apos;s not fair. I break the rules so I don&apos;t care.'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpufufjwQqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LhVg3n2Y18c/s72-c/DSC03757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-9052967926169809155</id><published>2009-08-31T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:44:28.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taggy!! xD</title><content type='html'>Tag no.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The THING that tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;♥ Jared Yim Zheng Yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him is:&lt;br /&gt;♥  Best Friends.O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your first impression of him is:&lt;br /&gt;♥ sexay..hahahha. just kidding. =P. hmm..friendly i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable moments with him:&lt;br /&gt;♥ sharing secrets =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he has said to you is:&lt;br /&gt;♥ You have a pretty face =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he becomes your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;♥ er..I don't know. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he becomes your lover, what should she improve at:&lt;br /&gt;♥ hm... I don't know.. he's great. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he becomes your enemy, what would you do:&lt;br /&gt;♥ He won't lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he becomes your enemy, the reason would be:&lt;br /&gt;♥ He hates me only become my enemy right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him now is:&lt;br /&gt;♥ Hope his wish comes true. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression on him:&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Great guy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The characteristic you love most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;♥ Blur? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristic you hate most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;♥ not thinking before I act. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;♥ I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;♥ I love you. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Pass this quiz to 10 people who you want to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;( 1 ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yi qian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( 2 ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;sook lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( 3 ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wai ching&lt;br /&gt;( 4 ) yi le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( 5 ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rachel&lt;br /&gt;( 6 )&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eugenia&lt;br /&gt;( 7 ) calxin&lt;br /&gt;( 8 )&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;guan ren&lt;br /&gt;( 9 ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( 10 ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jared =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is 6 having a relationship with:&lt;br /&gt;♥ I don't think she gt a bf rite?=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is 9 a male or female:&lt;br /&gt;♥ female =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If 7 and 10 were together, would it be a good thing:&lt;br /&gt;♥ they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 2 studying at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;♥ er..HOW-TO-BE-TALLER. haha! just kidding. erm..form 2 stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When was the last time you had a chat with 3:&lt;br /&gt;♥ 2 weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What type of music does 8 like:&lt;br /&gt;♥ I don't know. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does 1 have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;♥ Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Will you woo 3:&lt;br /&gt;♥ NEVER! I'm straight. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How about 7:&lt;br /&gt;♥ I'm not lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is 4 single:&lt;br /&gt;♥  yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's the surname of 5:&lt;br /&gt;♥ Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's the hobby of 5:&lt;br /&gt;♥ OMG. I don't know =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does 5 and 9 get along well:&lt;br /&gt;♥ yeah! i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where is 2 studying at:&lt;br /&gt;♥ SMK Seafield. Same school and class.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Say something casual about your eyes:&lt;br /&gt;♥ big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you tried developing feelings for 5:&lt;br /&gt;♥ no. =.= I'm straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does 9 live:&lt;br /&gt;♥ Somewhere in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What colour does 4 like:&lt;br /&gt;♥ black?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are 1 and 5 good friends:&lt;br /&gt;♥ nope. they don't know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does 7 like 2:&lt;br /&gt;♥ They don't know each other too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How did you get to know 2:&lt;br /&gt;♥ Same class. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Does 1 have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;♥ yeap. a doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is 7 the sexiest person in the world:&lt;br /&gt;♥ Yeah! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag no.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Where did you take your profile pic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - I don't have a profile pic =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - T shirt and shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 3. What is your current problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Friend problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 4. What makes you happy most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Spending happy moments with the ones I love. and all my problems go away. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - NOt listening to anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 6. Any celeb you would marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Zac effron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 7. Name some one/persons with the same birthday as you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Some form 4 girl. I saw it in her class dashboard =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 8. Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Yeah! so embarrassing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Yeah. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 10. Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Yeah! I'm still a winnie-the-pooh fan! jkjk. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 11. Do you speak any other languages than English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Yeah, Mandarin, Hakka, Malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 12. Has anyone you've been really close passed away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Yup. I miss him =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 13. Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 14. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Getting blame for something I didn't do. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 1. Middle name: Vi vien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2. Nickname(s): Loads of em. lazy to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 3. Current location: Subang Jaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 4. Eye color: Dark Brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 1. Do you get along with your parent(s): A lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2.Are your parents married/separated/divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;?: Married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Chapter 3: Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 1. Ice Cream: Cookies and cream! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2. Season: Winter, summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 3. Shampoo/conditioner: kerastase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 4. Favorite Thing: I like a lot of things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Chapter 4: Do You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 1. Dance in the shower? : not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2. Do you write on your hand? : Yeah =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 3. Call people back? : Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 4. Believe in God? : Yeah!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 5. Any bad habits? : not thinking before I act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 6. Any mental health issues? : No, luckily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Chapter 5: Have You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 1. Sprained stuff: I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 3. Gotten stitches? : I don't remember. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 4. taken painkillers: Yeah. When I did my abstractions. OUCH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 5. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling: Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 6. Thrown up at the dentist: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 7. Sworn in front of your parents?: I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 8. Had detention? : ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Chapter 6: Who/What was the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 1. Three people who texted you: Denzyl, Jared, Jasyln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2. Person you called: Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 3. Person you hugged: I don't like saying his name. ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 4. Person you tackled?: don't think I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 5. Person you talked to on MSN?: Anna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 6. Thing you touched? : Computer keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 7. Thing you ate? : Mcflurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 8. Thing you drank: Shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 9. Thing you said: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 10. Friend you saw ytd(12am-12am): Sook lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; NOW TAG 10 PEOPLE! AND GET THEM TO DO THE SAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~=O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~=.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-9052967926169809155?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/9052967926169809155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=9052967926169809155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/9052967926169809155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/9052967926169809155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/08/taggy-xd.html' title='taggy!! xD'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-1882160866393445612</id><published>2009-08-30T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:01:45.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One People, One Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my title is always spoken by our dear prime minister. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dato' Seri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mohd. Najib bin Tun Haji Abdul Razak. &lt;/b&gt;=) and It's going to be Malaysia's independence day in another 1 hour or so. Anyone wanna have a count down with me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpqXLa3gA4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/8weZocZfF8M/s1600-h/Merdeka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpqXLa3gA4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/8weZocZfF8M/s320/Merdeka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375775327666570114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at them! They look so semangat! And It seems like lots of fun. Some people may think it's LAME but I think it's fun and cool. But I don't think I have the chance to what those people are doing in the picture. =( Just looking at the picture makes me wanna shout MERDEKA! NAH. Just kidding. I just exaggerating. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to summit. My dad wanted to buy a phone. My mum wanted to buy a phone too. My dad was aiming for N79.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Spqcv6EfEwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AsgUFbGrHtU/s1600-h/nokia-n97-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Spqcv6EfEwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AsgUFbGrHtU/s320/nokia-n97-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375781452075963138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it's too expensive. But I think my dad loves that phone. So maybe he will wait till the price decrease. =) And the second option is Nokia 5730 XpressMusic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpqeZNtoCEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qiK5YDj-h2s/s1600-h/nokia-5730-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpqeZNtoCEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qiK5YDj-h2s/s320/nokia-5730-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375783261235054658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether this phone is good or not. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my mum's pick. We saw a phone. I love it! My mum say too many functions. She doesn't need it. Anyway, it's w508.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Spqf3E6RqnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NzEsqNV90W4/s1600-h/W508_see_the___t_large_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/Spqf3E6RqnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NzEsqNV90W4/s320/W508_see_the___t_large_1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375784873779898994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpqfO4WDebI/AAAAAAAAAEU/39g8g6JqU7o/s1600-h/gsmarena_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpqfO4WDebI/AAAAAAAAAEU/39g8g6JqU7o/s320/gsmarena_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375784183211981234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at the covers! OMG. So cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and mum shop around to compare the prices for so many hours. and in the end. THEY DIDN'T BUY ANYTHING. =.= ask so many question then in the end they say they wanna do more survey about the phones. Oh well, It's not my phone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins to go!&lt;br /&gt;(I can hear fire works already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 mins to go!&lt;br /&gt;(get ready to shout out loud!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more mins to go!&lt;br /&gt;(drink more water to clear your throat! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more mins!&lt;br /&gt;( are u ready?!) I'm over reacting. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more min!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;( Get ready people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 12.00a.m. 31st of August 2009&lt;br /&gt;MERDEKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LOL&lt;br /&gt;(semangat!)&lt;br /&gt;Happy 52nd independence day Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : SEMANGAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-1882160866393445612?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1882160866393445612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=1882160866393445612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/1882160866393445612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/1882160866393445612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-people-one-malaysia.html' title='One People, One Malaysia'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpqXLa3gA4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/8weZocZfF8M/s72-c/Merdeka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-8210337764138906534</id><published>2009-08-28T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:25:24.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have stolen a piece of my heart</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for Rachel/Jared to upload the pics!D; But anyway, I made cupcakes yesterday. =D It was too sweet and it ended up tasting like eating sugar? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjLFXnU9kI/AAAAAAAAACE/OUkWSWUObFQ/s1600-h/DSC03791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjLFXnU9kI/AAAAAAAAACE/OUkWSWUObFQ/s320/DSC03791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375269448365438530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuppy cakes&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjLl9esEmI/AAAAAAAAACM/SXX5AP5zuik/s1600-h/DSC03790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjLl9esEmI/AAAAAAAAACM/SXX5AP5zuik/s320/DSC03790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375270008285565538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The prettiest of them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjMOrqJ3bI/AAAAAAAAACU/XS927azSUxU/s1600-h/DSC03808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjMOrqJ3bI/AAAAAAAAACU/XS927azSUxU/s320/DSC03808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375270707876453810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;icing time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The icing melted and flowed on the table which made a flower pattern O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjNYB5IkPI/AAAAAAAAACc/44ohs9M88nk/s1600-h/DSC03807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjNYB5IkPI/AAAAAAAAACc/44ohs9M88nk/s320/DSC03807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375271967975313650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjN1D4QqYI/AAAAAAAAACk/vjBR22oqKL0/s1600-h/DSC03811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjN1D4QqYI/AAAAAAAAACk/vjBR22oqKL0/s320/DSC03811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375272466724727170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry seems to be the hardest word~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, Sook Lee and Yi qian came to do "home work". They watched SS501 the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpkEMkdbYjI/AAAAAAAAADc/wUYQDp5BM9g/s1600-h/ss501_2c2581c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpkEMkdbYjI/AAAAAAAAADc/wUYQDp5BM9g/s320/ss501_2c2581c9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375332244235444786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think they're hot? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, somebody left their ss501 CD in my house yesterday~ So did you sleep well? With your CD in the hands of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Evil Girl! &lt;/span&gt;LOL. I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpkEtGHp7KI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xy7UkzcjqVE/s1600-h/DSC03810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpkEtGHp7KI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xy7UkzcjqVE/s320/DSC03810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375332803026742434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. It's still in one piece =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, Sook lee also taught me a song on the piano. She's just talented and was gifted with music talents. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to tuition and sat next to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si fu&lt;/span&gt; cause there's no one to accompany me for the night. O.O haha. He just came back from Genting so he bought me some pressies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpkF1xjhFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/41ZwkUd_T9I/s1600-h/DSC03814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpkF1xjhFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/41ZwkUd_T9I/s320/DSC03814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375334051636909474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, presenting my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si fu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpkGozLqtSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IAwy6LmVRIc/s1600-h/DSC03815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpkGozLqtSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IAwy6LmVRIc/s320/DSC03815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375334928247076130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will so kill me that I took this pic. ;P but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood - happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-8210337764138906534?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8210337764138906534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=8210337764138906534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8210337764138906534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/8210337764138906534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-have-stolen-piece-of-my-heart.html' title='You have stolen a piece of my heart'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SpjLFXnU9kI/AAAAAAAAACE/OUkWSWUObFQ/s72-c/DSC03791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-5751186268895292206</id><published>2009-01-30T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:55:05.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have learned..</title><content type='html'>I remember on the first day when I had him, he was the cutest and most friendly dog I've seen. He was brought back by my uncle from Germany about 10 years ago and I've live with him since I was 4. My mum used to tell me that he would also find me when my mum and I played hide and seek when I was still a small kid. He never bit anyone and always stand at the door waiting for us to come home. When we reached home he will be wagging his tail and welcoming us back. I can see his mouth changed slightly as if he was smiling and telling us i missed you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year by year time passes, he grew older but he was still healthy.He stills eats and drinks and go for walks and everything just like a normal healthy dog. BUT then........during this Chinese new year we brought him in my aunts house and asked her to look after him. When we came back from our home town my aunt called and said he was vomiting blood and he don't want to eat neither drink anything. So we brought him to a vet. During the journey to the animal clinic, I prayed and cried. I was afraid that something bad would happen or it was time to let him go. I just cant accept this so I hoped there wasn't anything major that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the clinic the doctor told us he was dehydrated and had high fever and food poisoning or some kind. I was  so relieve when she said he could still be helped. When we brought him home we thought he was alright cause he was much better than he was in my aunts place. We just though he was home sick and everything will be fine after he took his medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told us that must take food and medicine the next day but he cant even move and he was vomiting the whole night. He doesn't even have the energy to lift his head up. He just would not eat the medicine. He was crying the whole night and vomiting, just seeing him suffering just make you feel like crying. He was getting skinnier and skinnier everyday. My mum told me that i have to prepare myself if anything happens. She also said that we need to let him go now, he is suffering and if you don't let him go he will suffer even more and that makes you even more sad and heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cried and cried. I keep saying i can't let him go! I just can't! I'm not ready for this. He..he..will get better but I knew I was lying to myself. That night I just sat nest to him, patting his head telling him he will be better. I was crying and so was he. I can see the tears rolling down his cheeks maybe he was in pain. He did not get better instead he got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, my mum, other aunt and I brought him to another vet to see what the doctor says. He told us his was very old and sick. He said 17 years old is very good. Normally dogs can live up to 10 or 12 years maybe 15. But my dog was special. We told him about the vomiting and everything. The doctor said he was half blind and his teeth was very bad. He told us that we can do a full body Scan and everything but he was too old and it wasn't guaranteed that he would get better. If they found out that he had kidney failure, they can't help it too. So it was pointless and he told us it was time to let him go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words " let him go" rushed into my mind, even the doctor says so. I just busted into tears, hugging my dad telling him I don't want to. I can't do it. But they said he was old and he is suffering you also saw him suffering if you don't do it now, you will do it sooner or later. He will suffer even more like this. We need to let him go peacefully. I still cried and cried and cried. But i told myself I can't be so selfish. Charlie is suffering and it is time to let go. I prayed and ask God to take good care of him cause he was the best dog ever. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SYPklW367AI/AAAAAAAAABk/j3a3H7o4ONc/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SYPklW367AI/AAAAAAAAABk/j3a3H7o4ONc/s400/DSC02359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297328917164256258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SYPlqfifyVI/AAAAAAAAABs/b2L9RkIfn-Y/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SYPlqfifyVI/AAAAAAAAABs/b2L9RkIfn-Y/s400/DSC02358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297330104901290322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my last pic with him...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and aunt brought he out of the examination room and we cried outside. I remembered that he had the softest fur and he look like a pillow from far. He was fluffy and his bottom would sway when we walked. He was the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i took a peep inside. I saw him half dead there. The doctor said his kidney really had failure. I have learned to let go and I know that he would be more peaceful over there. May God bless you, Charlie And you will always be in our hearts forever. WE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!XOXO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-5751186268895292206?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5751186268895292206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=5751186268895292206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/5751186268895292206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/5751186268895292206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-learned.html' title='I have learned..'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUcpv0W6oFI/SYPklW367AI/AAAAAAAAABk/j3a3H7o4ONc/s72-c/DSC02359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-891404517701400423</id><published>2009-01-13T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:39:30.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Today's my birthday and my fantastic friends make my birthday even better! Well, they brought out the cake during recess and sang the birthday song! Then the guy were like hitting my back and wishing me happy birthday..=.=..weird way..To bad xue er wasn't there and it's so sad to know that Amanda is changing school..all the best to you guys.. and a very special thanks to my friends!! love ya'll so much!!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-891404517701400423?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/891404517701400423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=891404517701400423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/891404517701400423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/891404517701400423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me!!'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-3634266436348052759</id><published>2008-12-11T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:36:49.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Long time didn't touch my blog already..getting bored  and tired of it XD &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I finally got my final exam results back..wasn't really what i expected because i saw my report card writing 6As and others B so i thought i would get no.4 or so.This is because our final exam this time is pretty hard..but i didn't..i got no.6 instead but it's good enough i guess..my dad's still asking me to read more books and more about my weak subject like history..yada yada yada..history sux!! I hate it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway the past is the past, let by gones be by gones. Well, look on the bright side!!!CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!!There will be lots of food, goodies, deserts, presents, and Christmas carols. Speaking about carols, I'm still pondering hard whether to take my piano exam or not..if i take it, I need to work very hard to get distinction but if i don't take i don't have so much pressure. Yup!! I'm not going to take the exam!! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Elora came. We went for the "Space chimps" movie. It not bad actually but pretty ridiculous. hah!! Tomorrow my aunt will be taking me for a pedicure. I'm  very exited XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;k chao =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-3634266436348052759?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3634266436348052759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=3634266436348052759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3634266436348052759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/3634266436348052759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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person that really changed a lot is Hui Si, my ex-classmate..&lt;br /&gt;Last time, when we were still in standard six..the cloths she wore were something like applemints and those girly colours..like pink, red, and white.She NEVER wore dark colors like black or brown..but when i saw her i was like OH MY GOD!!! she was wearing a Grey i think Zara T with rugged shorts and brown Converse shoes..she looked so "yeng"..haha..I almost thought that i recognize the wrong person and i didn't dare to call her but in the end i called her too..lol..&lt;br /&gt;After that, me, Cai yi, Ju ting and Elora queue up under the sun for 1 and a half hour just to go in the "ghost house".Then finally we went in.Some boys were in front of us when we went in.They were screaming like babies inside and they told us that they went in the "ghost house" three times already..=.=..&lt;br /&gt;Where else, me and my friends were scolding the so call "ghost" and boys inside..we were only laughing the whole way..&lt;br /&gt;There was one part where the boys in front of us were afraid to go in so they screamed and move backwards and pushed us.So Cai Yi was fed up she told the boys that this is fake and this is a person can we go now??It finally worked and the boys dint say anything and walk quietly..their looks were some how rather afraid of Cai Yi than the "ghost" inside..haha..&lt;br /&gt;When i came back from The Family Day, i got sick..really sick..i got running nose, sore throat, coughing and stomach ache.haiz..so ke sian..lol..&lt;br /&gt;k chao =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-4030362918581570546?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4030362918581570546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-9135776013168210027</id><published>2008-10-04T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:39:39.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well..I didn't have time to post my blog yesterday..so I doing it today..lol..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went swimming at about 8.45 with xue er in SRI BAYU..its was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tiring&lt;/span&gt; cause xue er's mum force her to swim &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;30 laps &lt;/span&gt;and I have to follow cause she insist me to..&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we went to sunway.Xue er's mum brought us to eat the buffet in sunway tower.The food was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; DELICIOUS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;especially the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;lamb&lt;/span&gt;..o.O..and I found out why &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;XUE ER IS SO LAME..BECAUSE HER BRO IS AS LAME..NO HER BRO IS MORE LAME..I THINK THE GOT THE GENE IN THEM..HAHA..&lt;/span&gt;one more thing..the bro is very &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;narcissistic and vain&lt;/span&gt;..he always calls himself &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;handsome.&lt;/span&gt;.=.=..but he is so vain until its so funny..haha&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Asian Avenue where all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lala's&lt;/span&gt; go..its so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;creepy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;The way the people inside dress and sell..haha..but i get to see Xue er's bro dance..its was so funny and we record it down in our hand phones..he actually dance like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt;..wahahaha..oh ya..he also always do his signature move..=D&lt;br /&gt;After that, we meet shing n his cousin..he gave me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;teddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;!!!!YAY!!!After he gave me the teddy, he left with his cousin..Then cai yi came!!!we felt hungry so we went and eat takoyoki..im not sure whether it's spelled like that..&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went for archery..actually Xue er's bro is very good..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;he gave me his achery stuff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because he dint want me to waste my money to buy some more arrows..and when xue er dint put on the archery thing nicely..her bro helped her put it on and said u want to die ar in cantonese..then i was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;touched.&lt;/span&gt;.and I was getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt;..its makes me so envy and make me miss my bro more cause he went to UK..haiz..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, xue er n her bro went back home..so me and cai yi decided to go bowling..and i officially know that any sports that require a ball..i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SUCK &lt;/span&gt;in it..haha..everytime it is my turn da ball always go to the longkang..=.=Then i got fed up and play on cai yi's turn..n when i hit &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;8 went down!!!&lt;/span&gt;i was lyk &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;wat happen!!!then i hit again!!and guess what??&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i got spare!!!WTH!!&lt;/span&gt;After that..i hit my turn and the ball went in to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LONGKANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGAIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;WTH!!!Then its cai yi's turn and she hit down all of them except one..then she said:"I let u hit cause i think u wont get it anyway..then i purposely roll it facing da longkang..suddenly!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the ball turn the direction n hit it and i got a spare!!!!WTH!!!&lt;/span&gt;Oh ya..we did something stupid when we bowl and everyone was like looking at us...but it was so fufunny n fun!!Then shing n his cousin came n da way shing bowl is so funny!!!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he was acting professional&lt;/span&gt;  but the ball went into the  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LONGKANG!!!WAHAHAHHA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, me and cai yi went to buy a present for my fren..we search high n low and the whole shopping complex just to get her gift until our leg oso sakit!!!After that, we went home..&lt;br /&gt;When i came back, xue er told me her bro kena marah..because his mum scold him cause he always buy things for girls but then her bro was still on my side and dint say anything bout the teddy being mine..so envy man!!!&lt;br /&gt;k thats all..chao=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-9135776013168210027?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/9135776013168210027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=9135776013168210027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/9135776013168210027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/9135776013168210027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-day.html' title='Fun day..'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-1135115935077404513</id><published>2008-10-03T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:20:20.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD MOOD this evening..=.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing special happened today&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNTIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..xue er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; canceled her pool party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;then she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;canceled her trip going swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..its still okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Later on..KE JIA called to ask me whether i want to go to the park near her hse in USJ 6..at first my mum let me go but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i cant go anymore due to my unfinished tuition homework..=.="..oh my god!!! I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..but then i told her that i would finish it when i come back from the park..but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NO.......SHE STILL INSIST THAT I DONT GO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;haiz..anyway..han jin called and said he wanted to borrow my bike..so i agreed and i waited for him outside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WAITED AND WAITED AND WAITED..BUT STILL NO ONE SHOWED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Then, i got fed up so i called him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But guess what??he suddenly said he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to come because his dad bought the DVD..=.=..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh ya..cj was also getting on my nerves..he suddenly sms me at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and he asked me some stupid questions that require me to repeat it over and over again..and he was complaining about my speed of typing..its not because i type slow okay??is just that i am really lazy to reply..and its just a waste of my phone credit..=.=..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The only happy thing that happened today is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"story"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;told by....=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And my plan for tomorrow..=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;k chao...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-1135115935077404513?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1135115935077404513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=1135115935077404513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/1135115935077404513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/1135115935077404513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-mood-this-evening.html' title='BAD MOOD this evening..=.='/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762612078195514601.post-9050629799640637126</id><published>2008-10-02T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:03:29.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball..=.=..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just made my blog today..yay!!!!XD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well..today i went to play basketball in USJ 11..It was kinda drizzling before we went there..oh ya when i say we, i mean me, Eunice, and my bro..anyway, the court was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was suppose to be fun but guess what??&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT SUCKED&lt;/span&gt;..Not only because the court was wet and my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shirt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;got wet, plus my basketball skills..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SUCKED&lt;/span&gt; again...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After that, i was fed up already cause my bro was laughing at me...=.=...so i went to sit on the swing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, shing came!!!but..we just chat then my bro sent him home,then we said our goodbyes and headed  home..nothing special happened today..k chao.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7762612078195514601-9050629799640637126?l=vivienteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/feeds/9050629799640637126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762612078195514601&amp;postID=9050629799640637126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/9050629799640637126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762612078195514601/posts/default/9050629799640637126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienteo.blogspot.com/2008/10/basketball.html' title='Basketball..=.=..'/><author><name>The girl next door  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719131620008854380</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
