<?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-2856548518971733858</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:43:04.465+10:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='Zac Efron'/><category term='week'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='plans'/><category term='Anzac'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Edward Cullen'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='ignorance'/><category term='meaningful'/><category term='Parramatta'/><category term='unusual'/><category term='nature'/><category term='winter'/><category term='periods'/><category term='The Killers'/><category term='a fine frenzy'/><category term='anti-social'/><category 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term='holidays'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='Welcome back'/><category term='sick'/><category term='my sisters keeper'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='self-reflection'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='cruise control'/><category term='City'/><title type='text'>Weapon of massive consumption</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-1074474634369499851</id><published>2009-11-04T18:54:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:57:42.416+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Not now but soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Standing by the best days of our lives,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent, the best days of our lives,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bang boom, the best days of our lives&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re coming right up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can just get through this one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;- Imogen heap ; Not now but soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;YAYYAYAYAYAY ONE MORE EXAM TO ETERNAL FREEDOM FROM HIGH SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; EXAMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2856548518971733858-1074474634369499851?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/1074474634369499851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-now-but-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1074474634369499851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1074474634369499851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-now-but-soon.html' title='Not now but soon'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-529013623057110074</id><published>2009-10-27T20:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:46:24.724+11:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD RIDDANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SubBSPm6Y-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Vzf9oyOoQis/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SubBSPm6Y-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Vzf9oyOoQis/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397213722621666274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-529013623057110074?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/529013623057110074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-riddance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/529013623057110074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/529013623057110074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-riddance.html' title='GOOD RIDDANCE'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SubBSPm6Y-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Vzf9oyOoQis/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-3393135510392463950</id><published>2009-10-24T17:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:30:48.978+11:00</updated><title type='text'>13 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SuKetghsVBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZSC7QKQySu0/s1600-h/david-henrie-fan-questions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SuKetghsVBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZSC7QKQySu0/s320/david-henrie-fan-questions.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396049808205829138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David Henrie is so adorkable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; On the contrary, I will never sit another high school english exam ever again. Goodbye to the words "area of study".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2856548518971733858-3393135510392463950?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/3393135510392463950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/13-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3393135510392463950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3393135510392463950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/13-days.html' title='13 days'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SuKetghsVBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZSC7QKQySu0/s72-c/david-henrie-fan-questions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-4077660871978272742</id><published>2009-10-20T17:20:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:31:51.053+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to be an end of an era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/St1YW7zSBbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dHLDD8d1LSs/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394565079692871090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/St1YW7zSBbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dHLDD8d1LSs/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Reality awaits! See you in three weeks (after 6th November 4pm), hopefully with a new layout, new regime and new me :) &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&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/2856548518971733858-4077660871978272742?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/4077660871978272742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/soon-to-be-end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/4077660871978272742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/4077660871978272742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/soon-to-be-end-of-era.html' title='Soon to be an end of an era'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/St1YW7zSBbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dHLDD8d1LSs/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-1926331643055768001</id><published>2009-10-18T18:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:57:31.107+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Freedom told me his coming soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/StrHqrXIJxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rQcgSfT8tF8/s1600-h/tumblr_krkxp8pWkp1qzd46po1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393843039737751314" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/StrHqrXIJxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rQcgSfT8tF8/s320/tumblr_krkxp8pWkp1qzd46po1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YES I AM.. A Harry Potter geek. Im proud because HP&gt; TWILIGHT. Sorry twihards. Don't hunt me down and kill me..I'm just stating facts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things that made me happy today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1. Catching up on my weekly television shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2. The Google theme of today&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/StrKJ0FwSTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/554nc3iglnM/s1600-h/igoogle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393845773680003378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/StrKJ0FwSTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/554nc3iglnM/s320/igoogle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3. Finding that HP Poster and thinking about the excitement of watching it on the big screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;4. Finding out what the button [fn] was for on my laptop. (thanks rowy &amp;amp; im not TT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;5. Drinking my milk tea with mango jelly from Ezyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listening to - Mariah Carey - H.A.T.E u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-1926331643055768001?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/1926331643055768001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/freedom-told-me-his-coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1926331643055768001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1926331643055768001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/freedom-told-me-his-coming-soon.html' title='Freedom told me his coming soon'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/StrHqrXIJxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rQcgSfT8tF8/s72-c/tumblr_krkxp8pWkp1qzd46po1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-7211852215101822102</id><published>2009-10-13T11:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:48:27.565+11:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock..tick tock.</title><content type='html'>I think countdowns are awesome because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You realise how quick time flies when you saw the countdown at 100 and next thing you know its 10&lt;br /&gt;2. It allows you to feel all sorts of emotions such as excitement, nervous, scared, anxious, jovial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My countdown application on my phone currently says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days till HSC&lt;br /&gt;24 days till FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;94 days till my 18TH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't amazing how we don't need to adjust it, its automatic? Genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-7211852215101822102?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/7211852215101822102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/tick-tocktick-tock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/7211852215101822102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/7211852215101822102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/tick-tocktick-tock.html' title='tick tock..tick tock.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-480628641109593782</id><published>2009-10-13T11:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:42:19.262+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I rest my case.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/StPM0Z5E60I/AAAAAAAAAIE/liBWHCdbBE0/s1600-h/benefits_of_studying_by_savethemuzika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391878379568163650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/StPM0Z5E60I/AAAAAAAAAIE/liBWHCdbBE0/s320/benefits_of_studying_by_savethemuzika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-480628641109593782?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/480628641109593782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-rest-my-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/480628641109593782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/480628641109593782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-rest-my-case.html' title='I rest my case.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/StPM0Z5E60I/AAAAAAAAAIE/liBWHCdbBE0/s72-c/benefits_of_studying_by_savethemuzika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-3879211041987653234</id><published>2009-10-10T15:56:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:00:51.866+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>27 days to go</title><content type='html'>My best friend took this a while ago for his body of work for Visual Arts. It didn't relate to me back then, why would it? It wasn't my artwork. But going through my pictures today (instead of studying) I realised how wonderful it would be if I were there...right now. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/StAUky_EneI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WaWAvwBObfo/s1600-h/4663_82440961761_574106761_1831921_922636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390831376356646370" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/StAUky_EneI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WaWAvwBObfo/s320/4663_82440961761_574106761_1831921_922636_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/StAUqQ8HL3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QTHB93mKxZs/s1600-h/4663_82440926761_574106761_1831918_5557503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390831470296641394" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/StAUqQ8HL3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QTHB93mKxZs/s320/4663_82440926761_574106761_1831918_5557503_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                                       &lt;a href="http://www.arethewondersofmyworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.arethewondersofmyworld.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sure one could say how exaggerated we are about this period of time but attempting to study to get a high score is actually terrifying. I'd rather drown than sit through a month's worth of mental torture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;listening to - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;King of Convienence - Gold in the Air of Summer&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/2856548518971733858-3879211041987653234?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/3879211041987653234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/27-days-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3879211041987653234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3879211041987653234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/27-days-to-go.html' title='27 days to go'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/StAUky_EneI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WaWAvwBObfo/s72-c/4663_82440961761_574106761_1831921_922636_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-6540717346124837195</id><published>2009-10-09T12:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:52:19.072+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Time Past</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up feeling not like I should in crucial times like this. It all occured due to one immaculate, realistic dream; A blast from the past. "Things will never be the same with this one person" &amp;amp; although its been forever since 'that' event occured, it never leaves you. Time may be everything but it cannot cure everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is seemingly dull these days, I guess it is a representation of what HSC students are enduring. 28 more days till freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsTPWWZGYSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsTPWWZGYSI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmpMQA0qfuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmpMQA0qfuM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge Death Cab to make more music vids &amp;amp; to come to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to save my nostalgic views of High school into a excessive blog page after HSC, when my mind is not cluttered with equations &amp;amp; The Cold War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Death Cab for Cutie- I will follow you into the dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-6540717346124837195?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/6540717346124837195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6540717346124837195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6540717346124837195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-past.html' title='A Time Past'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-5837357846951075034</id><published>2009-09-30T19:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:29:09.007+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><title type='text'>its just the beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SsMkhsKq_0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/JYvnfbaXYRI/s1600-h/breaktheroutine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387189740475449154" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SsMkhsKq_0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/JYvnfbaXYRI/s320/breaktheroutine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; Indeed we will soon, Two days left of high school &amp;amp; its off into the big world. (of course after sitting the finals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-5837357846951075034?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/5837357846951075034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-just-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/5837357846951075034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/5837357846951075034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-just-beginning.html' title='its just the beginning.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SsMkhsKq_0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/JYvnfbaXYRI/s72-c/breaktheroutine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-2218799889236531834</id><published>2009-09-27T14:16:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:22:18.544+10:00</updated><title type='text'>so so so true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Love is magical comfort food for the weak and uneducated. Yeah, it makes you feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all warm and relevant but in the end it leaves you weak, dependant and fat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sr7oGFu7AnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I5e3UBleb3I/s1600-h/Ghost-of-Girlfriends-Past-matthew-mcconaughey-3118251-595-392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385997395697533554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sr7oGFu7AnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I5e3UBleb3I/s320/Ghost-of-Girlfriends-Past-matthew-mcconaughey-3118251-595-392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.tvmoviequotes.com/connormead.htm"&gt;Connor Mead&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tvmoviequotes.com/ghostsofgirlfriendspast.htm"&gt;Ghosts of Girlfriends Past&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-2218799889236531834?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/2218799889236531834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-so-so-true.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2218799889236531834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2218799889236531834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-so-so-true.html' title='so so so true.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/Sr7oGFu7AnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I5e3UBleb3I/s72-c/Ghost-of-Girlfriends-Past-matthew-mcconaughey-3118251-595-392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-6316279009691399610</id><published>2009-09-26T14:49:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:00:13.488+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death cab for cutie'/><title type='text'>Hope for the Hopeless</title><content type='html'>After hearing the word 'study' 5658086708506 times this year and then having to hear it again next year, it should be exhausting yet its not. Let me tell you why, I found out that my course offers a semester to Harvard University, with conditions of course. However, finding that out was refreshing as this year I have not aspire to study as much as I wanted to. Now I actually have something to work for instead of a number.  Going to an Ivy League to study Law has always been a dream for me ever since I was of a young age. Now that I've gotten this opportunity, Im not going to let it get away. So, friends, I may not see you in the next 4 years as I will be working towards my dream. In the end, it'll be worth it.  ITS HARVARD. Barack Obama studied law there. How pretentious........I literally spoke so fast, my heart raced &amp;amp; told the whole world when I found this out. I believe its about 50 K for a semester but my brother/mother are willing to pay half for me so in the next 4 years, I have to save 25 K. Its  possible. Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news in a dull, grey area of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my last party till the end of HSC. Paul's and his friend's (forget their names) 18th was pretty good. Lots of dancing, mingling and photos made the night eventful. I did encounter a visit from the past at the party. Pretty awkward and when I decided to talk to my 'friend' from the past, they were nowhere to be found. Opportunity grasped too late I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks left till the dreaded finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;listening to Colbie Calliat - The Little things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Congrats Death Cab for Cutie's Meet me at the Equinox to be theme song of the New anticipiated sequel to Twilight, New Moon. Can't wait for the Soundtrack. Heard it's excellent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-6316279009691399610?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/6316279009691399610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope-for-hopeless.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6316279009691399610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6316279009691399610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope-for-hopeless.html' title='Hope for the Hopeless'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-8053585927836204654</id><published>2009-09-23T14:54:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:07:44.463+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unusual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Warped back in Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SrmsXScZ6JI/AAAAAAAAAHU/paiFxz1sUjQ/s1600-h/DSC09171-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384524345586083986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SrmsXScZ6JI/AAAAAAAAAHU/paiFxz1sUjQ/s320/DSC09171-600x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SrmsMmJf0gI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uu7fp9IIffs/s1600-h/IMG_3993-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384524161896927746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SrmsMmJf0gI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uu7fp9IIffs/s320/IMG_3993-600x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, these photos have not been photoshopped or editted in any way. I woke up in a sepia world. It was amazing. In my whole 17 years, I've never seen anything like this. Although my thoughts changed, when I actually went outside, as the dust was very irritating the whole day. There were many remarks such as "Uluru exploded" and the "world is ending". It did feel like a scene from a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving to school in a dirt-filled car (outside), I pondered about the representation of this unfamilar environment. What did it actually represent? A breakdown in the beauty of the city? or something more personal... such as the breakdown of people in this town? This event inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mystery in form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city erupted in questions as the city filled with red dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The sepia-like sky and the covered sun, gave us insecurities and mistrust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Was it bad or beauty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Or perhaps both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Both representing the beauty in the breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and the breakdown in the beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And as I follow the unanswered, I saw a white dove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Flying across the thick dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My answer was clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SrmslI0ZdeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xLKT6RzKwls/s1600-h/miro-sydney-harbour-bridge-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384524583520531938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SrmslI0ZdeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xLKT6RzKwls/s320/miro-sydney-harbour-bridge-600x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listening to Love Letter - Lisa Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-8053585927836204654?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/8053585927836204654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/warped-back-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/8053585927836204654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/8053585927836204654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/warped-back-in-time.html' title='Warped back in Time.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SrmsXScZ6JI/AAAAAAAAAHU/paiFxz1sUjQ/s72-c/DSC09171-600x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-2970940112118301620</id><published>2009-09-22T16:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:30:41.587+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>"The HSC is like giving birth, we're dying for the delivery" - Ms Padovan</title><content type='html'>The HSC has not only brought out the stress in people but it has brought out the arrogance, ignorance and the excessive exaggerations. The term 'study' has been overly used that it has lost its meaning. Everyone uses that excuse to skip outings etc etc. I highlight the word excuse because they say their 'studying' when they actually dont. if you dont want to go to a party, then just say so, stop using the over-used excuse of "I want to study" and then on the night, you don't try at all. If you are going to skip a  social event because of study, then at least mean what you say because skipping a social event because of lies, is unfair to the friends and the host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R.I.P Jason Tran &amp;amp; Kevin Phan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have never met you, I hope you guys are in a better place. Many of my friends are mourning over the lossess so judging from that, you guys will be greatly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is such a tragic year, hope things get better after October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of visuals, I promise I'll put more effort into my blogs when the time comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-2970940112118301620?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/2970940112118301620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/hsc-is-like-giving-birth-were-dying-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2970940112118301620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2970940112118301620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/hsc-is-like-giving-birth-were-dying-for.html' title='&quot;The HSC is like giving birth, we&apos;re dying for the delivery&quot; - Ms Padovan'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-5234661587222142898</id><published>2009-09-15T21:02:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:05:33.555+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>so simple.</title><content type='html'>Moments that are priceless&lt;br /&gt;Moments that require little effort to do yet hold such great value&lt;br /&gt;Moments that when reminsced, is smiled upon, wished to re-enact.&lt;br /&gt;Moments that allow  you to forget everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the cherry on top of a hard and struggling year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-5234661587222142898?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/5234661587222142898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-simple.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/5234661587222142898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/5234661587222142898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-simple.html' title='so simple.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-854131480837656578</id><published>2009-09-13T14:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:34:33.021+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>the answer is unclear, try again later,</title><content type='html'>I want to go to the park and sit and read and listen to thoughtful music. I want to run around in pretty floral dresses and listen to the strumming of the guitar and lie around a midst the sun rays talking about nothing with a particular someone. ‘Particular  Someone’ so vague, so superficial. Why is it as humans we always crave love, a companion, why is it studies have shown that people are happier in relationships? Why can’t we be independent and rely on ourselves, be happier by ourselves? Why can’t I live by myself and focus on myself without the craving of sharing my successes with another. Why are most songs and movies projected from a love story? Why can’t majority of music be about butterflies and birds and poverty in third world countries? I want to move away from the superficial world &amp;amp; fall into the unknown. I need a holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-854131480837656578?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/854131480837656578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/answer-is-unclear-try-again-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/854131480837656578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/854131480837656578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/answer-is-unclear-try-again-later.html' title='the answer is unclear, try again later,'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-2200891907634738700</id><published>2009-09-05T15:02:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:22:35.268+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week'/><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>I just ate a slabfull of maccas. A large meal with two other products on the side. Right now, I feel sick and probably won’t look at food till the end of the day today. There are a lot of things on my mind lately when it shouldn’t be. All that should be on my mind is scoring that perfect score of 90+. I don’t know how a friend of mine does it. She’s so oblivious to everything else as her full concentration is on her future. I envy her so damn much. I don’t even know why I bother blog; no one ever reads it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a passion. Something to work for. All my friends are into photography, art, sports. The only thing close to a passion I have is music. After the HSC, I’m looking forward to pursuing this passion, writing music, performing, attending classes to enhance my skills. Also, after HSC, i’m planning to give back to the world. My friend (Jenny Dao) and I are going to volunteer to help out at soup kitchens, go on youth camps, and all that latter. I seriously can’t wait! Four months of no worries, four months to find yourself, to do what you couldn’t do before. Yeah I am going to party, hang out with mates and shop till I drop but I am going to go on a journey to find myself because I want to start fresh at uni, and be who I want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the few things I did during this week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched disney movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SqHyIzYmPxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PMKU60xRgq4/s1600-h/0a0d9_camp-rock.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377845663103336210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SqHyIzYmPxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PMKU60xRgq4/s320/0a0d9_camp-rock.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SqHyZHZmf8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3w50rSpXrhk/s1600-h/another_cinderella_story_BR-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377845943354163138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SqHyZHZmf8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3w50rSpXrhk/s320/another_cinderella_story_BR-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the grand finale of SYTYCD USA &amp;amp; played Monopoly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SqHyibipobI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BL0lwL1vTvI/s1600-h/jeanine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377846103379648946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SqHyibipobI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BL0lwL1vTvI/s320/jeanine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SqHzRwCqx2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/fGfAEgXDuwU/s1600-h/monopoly_electronic_banking_edition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377846916336502626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SqHzRwCqx2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/fGfAEgXDuwU/s320/monopoly_electronic_banking_edition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I loved the group routine, as well as the one danced to MSTRKRFT :) that song ownss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CPDD2M5u9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CPDD2M5u9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvwOd0V36No&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvwOd0V36No&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-2200891907634738700?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/2200891907634738700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-ate-slabfull-of-maccas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2200891907634738700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2200891907634738700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-ate-slabfull-of-maccas.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SqHyIzYmPxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PMKU60xRgq4/s72-c/0a0d9_camp-rock.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-7254823929103044884</id><published>2009-08-24T15:35:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:05:42.919+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sisters keeper'/><title type='text'>BACK BUT NOT FOREVER.</title><content type='html'>So I've finally awaken from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;The ‘dead’ summed up for countless hours of studying, procrastination, stressing and overload on sugar &amp;amp; coffee. Yep, it what we call trials. I was meant to blog earlier, early as in right after I finished but forgive me! After all, I am Princess of Procrastination. BUT I have thought about blogging from day to day so take points off me for thinking about it. I realised my layout has been stuck with me ever since I started blogging so thus I made a promise to change it after HSC. 3 MORE MONTHS. When the day comes, mixed emotions will be present in my oh so lazy body. I have 2 months to study to the best of my abilities. Oh Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did my min-break/taste of post-hsc feel like, may you ask? Well I went hardcore shopping spending over a whopping 150! Now Im utterly broke&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; will soon/still be in depth. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I may have to take up prostitution or pole dancing lessons just to satisfy my post-hsc break. I joke! On Saturday was my almighty best friend’s birthday Bryan Nguyen from &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Canley&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Heights&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;! The photos are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SpPQsJ566tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/G6EyEmcGbBI/s1600-h/5616_1166971406933_1007353485_30526609_6967364_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373868237374810834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SpPQsJ566tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/G6EyEmcGbBI/s320/5616_1166971406933_1007353485_30526609_6967364_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SpPR647BzZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ErlgMGhbY8Y/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373869590025719186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SpPR647BzZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ErlgMGhbY8Y/s320/DSC00916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SpPSw0D8zTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wMzZXVT6etc/s1600-h/5973_140709158693_708488693_3293034_1390314_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373870516433898802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SpPSw0D8zTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wMzZXVT6etc/s320/5973_140709158693_708488693_3293034_1390314_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eighteen &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bryan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; = Wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently satisfied my entertainment self by watching and listening to a few pieces of work that have fulfilled me quite well. Coco Avant Chanel is so interesting and sad that it made me reflect on certain situations. When a movie makes me reflect, its hella good in my eyes! Hannah Montanna The Movie was quite sweet and funny. I’ll recommend it as a quirky teenage movie. And for the ears, Lisa Mitchell’s new album Wonder sounds different but also fulfilling. Recommend, Recommend &amp;amp; Recommend. Oh I have also watched The Ugly Truth and thought it was fantastically produced! Very Very Very entertaining. Worth the exaggeration. However, I still haven’t watched My Sisters Keeper, which saddens me a lot as I am a huge fan of the book. People like me, should have watched it on the first day , let alone go to the premier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks left of school, as in my whole thirteen year experience of school. It’s sad yet exciting at the same time. What has the future got in store for me? More on that in the next episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is expressing its concern by sending out messages that it is thirsty. Ta-Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listening to - A Fine Frenzy - Hope for the Hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-7254823929103044884?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/7254823929103044884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-but-not-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/7254823929103044884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/7254823929103044884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-but-not-forever.html' title='BACK BUT NOT FOREVER.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SpPQsJ566tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/G6EyEmcGbBI/s72-c/5616_1166971406933_1007353485_30526609_6967364_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-3315327623019283207</id><published>2009-08-13T15:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:17:19.049+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mango tree in the backyard please.</title><content type='html'>I want out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get out to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SoOhNjJPrMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ni_cEHC27Ow/s1600-h/20090728130628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SoOhNjJPrMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ni_cEHC27Ow/s320/20090728130628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369312434900151490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                                                              http://weheartit.com/entry/641197&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can't "out" because if I "out", It means giving up, it means not sticking to my plans, it means unsucessful. Unsuccessful is gross. &amp;amp; Im not gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 18TH TO BRYAN NGUYEN @ CANLEY HEIGHTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who is also one of my best mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love ya brew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-3315327623019283207?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/3315327623019283207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/08/mango-tree-in-backyard-please.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3315327623019283207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3315327623019283207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/08/mango-tree-in-backyard-please.html' title='Mango tree in the backyard please.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SoOhNjJPrMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ni_cEHC27Ow/s72-c/20090728130628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-1942684546550965465</id><published>2009-08-10T12:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:18:26.809+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><title type='text'>belong belong belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sn-C-_0vk8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1_MAemNgMM0/s1600-h/benotanisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sn-C-_0vk8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1_MAemNgMM0/s320/benotanisland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368153299645076418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just did my Belonging exam for english. So its quite ironic to find this. Paper 1 down.. six more exams to go.&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/2856548518971733858-1942684546550965465?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/1942684546550965465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/08/belong-belong-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1942684546550965465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1942684546550965465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/08/belong-belong-belong.html' title='belong belong belong'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/Sn-C-_0vk8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1_MAemNgMM0/s72-c/benotanisland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-6725198109368160494</id><published>2009-08-08T12:05:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:07:50.092+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>The world is your stage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeV_R4tsdAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeV_R4tsdAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is the song superb but the dance is amazing. I actually squelled when I heard the song playing.. it is indeed my fav song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my short &amp; effortless blog entries.. I am a 17 yo girl encountering her finals for highschool. =(  After HSC.. I CAN BREATHE AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-6725198109368160494?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/6725198109368160494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-is-your-stage.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6725198109368160494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6725198109368160494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-is-your-stage.html' title='The world is your stage.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-1151550734382268542</id><published>2009-07-28T18:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:43:23.448+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><title type='text'>A DustLand Fairtytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ucw4fXlMj0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ucw4fXlMj0o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dustland Fairytale beginning&lt;br /&gt;With just another white trash county kiss in '61.&lt;br /&gt;Long brown hair, and foolish eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He'd look just like you'd want him to&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of slick chrome American prince.&lt;br /&gt;Blue Jean serenadeMoon river what you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the minute that I turned away, I got my money on a pawn tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire.&lt;br /&gt;She said she always knew he'd come around.&lt;br /&gt;And the decades disappear&lt;br /&gt;Like sinking ships but we persevere.&lt;br /&gt;God gives us hope but we still fear, we don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is poisoned.&lt;br /&gt;Castles in the sky, sit stranded, vandalized.&lt;br /&gt;The drawbridge is closing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the ending where they turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Sent to the valley of the great divide&lt;br /&gt;Out where the dreams all hide.&lt;br /&gt;Out where the wind don't blow,&lt;br /&gt;Out here the good girls die.&lt;br /&gt;And the sky moves slow&lt;br /&gt;Out here the bird don't sing&lt;br /&gt;Out here the field don't blow&lt;br /&gt;Out here the bell don't ring&lt;br /&gt;Out hear the bell don't ring&lt;br /&gt;Out here the good girls die&lt;br /&gt;Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you know the kingdoms under siege and everyone needs you&lt;br /&gt;Is there still magic in the midnight sun, or did you leave it back in '61?&lt;br /&gt;In the cadence of a young man's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Out where the dreams all hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-1151550734382268542?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/1151550734382268542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/dustland-fairtytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1151550734382268542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1151550734382268542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/dustland-fairtytale.html' title='A DustLand Fairtytale'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-3678654702790268791</id><published>2009-07-27T22:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:59:34.434+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As today is the last day of the holidays, I felt obligated to blog. This holiday was not as relaxing as I have previously experienced holidays. Stupid Higher School Certificate. If only I could earn everything without ‘hard work’ BUT... life doesn’t work that way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day was one of the warmest days of winter...so warm it made me happy. The evidence is presented below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sm2kh0ltepI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g5ATZfL45EE/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363123632227580562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sm2kh0ltepI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g5ATZfL45EE/s320/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               Im still sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 9am today, staying up to finish my major work for extension history. I realised... I can’t handle all nighters anymore...I’m too old for this stuff. Actually I felt sick, maybe because of the overdose on caffeine. Poor my body :(&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new, nothing Old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-3678654702790268791?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/3678654702790268791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-today-is-last-day-of-holidays-i-felt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3678654702790268791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3678654702790268791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-today-is-last-day-of-holidays-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/Sm2kh0ltepI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g5ATZfL45EE/s72-c/DSC00774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-8020209708458644642</id><published>2009-07-26T12:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:01:59.890+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>When the world speaks.</title><content type='html'>The weather outside looks like its going to rain yet somethings holding it back. Its making me sleepy.. 10 hours of sleep (on &amp;amp; off) is not enough. Two days left till school starts, till reality starts again. I am sort of looking forward to school but I know after 2 weeks of school I will get sick of it &amp;amp; wish I was on holidays again. I wonder what people are doing at this moment... It makes me curious, this weather, today, no work, no school, no plans. I want to curl up in bed &amp;amp; watch a good chick flick :( Stupid assignments.. so not motivated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-8020209708458644642?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/8020209708458644642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-world-speaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/8020209708458644642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/8020209708458644642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-world-speaks.html' title='When the world speaks.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-1582098287800728234</id><published>2009-07-23T23:25:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:44:01.324+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>I bought soy milk instead of milk!</title><content type='html'>Today i FINALLY watched Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Half-blood Prince and it was good but in my honest opinion, I think its not one of the best but the book wasn't either so maybe thats why. How hot is Cormac Mclaggen? Who was played by Freddie Stroma. I totally forgot about his character in the book..I must re-cap and read it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SmhnH5pE3eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/t7bJ0QwW1oA/s1600-h/freddie+stroma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361648741814427106" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SmhnH5pE3eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/t7bJ0QwW1oA/s320/freddie+stroma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You just broke my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was so dissapointed that there were so less scenes of him, couldn't they just film him standing around in random scenes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can honestly say that I am dying to watch the last movie. The book is sooooo good that the movie has to be as well! Im such a Harry Pothead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Holidays are going by so fast, I wish it would stop not to mention I crave steak, asian food &amp;amp; fast food. With an appetite like this, Im sure to live long! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listening to - Popstars - Rooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-1582098287800728234?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/1582098287800728234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-bought-soy-milk-instead-of-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1582098287800728234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1582098287800728234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-bought-soy-milk-instead-of-milk.html' title='I bought soy milk instead of milk!'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SmhnH5pE3eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/t7bJ0QwW1oA/s72-c/freddie+stroma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-4642868799130562357</id><published>2009-07-23T00:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:31:22.166+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Forever is Over</title><content type='html'>I am quite lazy to make a detailled blog entry so I will leave you my darlings with my current addictions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1G9nMIbPRB8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1G9nMIbPRB8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NeYAZlZQ9Hw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NeYAZlZQ9Hw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-4642868799130562357?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/4642868799130562357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/forever-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/4642868799130562357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/4642868799130562357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/forever-is-over.html' title='Forever is Over'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-2532655278101684889</id><published>2009-07-19T13:09:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:18:18.788+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>93 DAYS TILL HSC.</title><content type='html'>Signs are weird things. When you walk down the street and you see a pamphlet saying “go to church” and you haven’t been to church in a while, you immediately think it’s a sign. When you pass a place that you didn’t intend to go, you immediately think I should go to that place. When you see the word ‘BLOG’ on one of your history research books, you immediately think BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to notify you all, my whereabouts this past week (well mainly)&lt;br /&gt;This is my study desk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360004423905702754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SmKPoAFr82I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rm0CEV4xy2k/s320/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360008071297534194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SmKS8TrqiPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i73ioUpdiF4/s320/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SmKUQjeX0gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/i6gyfPHeAzI/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360009518645760514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SmKUQjeX0gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/i6gyfPHeAzI/s320/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to stare at the sky while I study.. Okay fine! I only went here once during the past week. Its HSC’s most intense moment &amp;amp; I’m laid back sleeping in till 12-1 every morning. Someone slap me please....&lt;br /&gt;Some outings I’ve been to, on the first week of holidays: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SmPuWevhA3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rwpw2R5P6_A/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360390051477914482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SmPuWevhA3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rwpw2R5P6_A/s320/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cathy Nguyen's 17th dinner @ Rashays&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SmPulmUQ9vI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hyfw-vptCyk/s1600-h/6690_103230965698_685235698_2070216_2434574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360390311209137906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SmPulmUQ9vI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hyfw-vptCyk/s320/6690_103230965698_685235698_2070216_2434574_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Artienes/Duys/Nemo's 18th @ Marlons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've realised my party animal is nowhere to be found. I need it in about 4 months. Its on standby I guess.I wished I could wake up one day, get out of bed, and sit at a table and do work for 8 hours straight and for it to be effective. When that happens, I’ll give everyone tim-tams. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is such a lovely lovely lovely day &amp;amp; Im stuck inside struggling to finish my extension history major! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listening to: Naked as we came - Iron &amp;amp; Wine.&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/2856548518971733858-2532655278101684889?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/2532655278101684889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/93-days-till-hsc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2532655278101684889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2532655278101684889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/93-days-till-hsc.html' title='93 DAYS TILL HSC.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SmKPoAFr82I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rm0CEV4xy2k/s72-c/DSC00700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-1646507479592971742</id><published>2009-07-11T17:18:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:57:48.318+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>'Habibs is like the lebanese version of Hurricanes' - Melain Ly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357107927708916546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SlhFRu6E20I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lJynLAglpWg/s320/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357104294134398978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SlhB-OyZwAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nBXN-UxcIEc/s320/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SlhAYzYCuVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Bcj66Bse_8k/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357102551609293138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SlhAYzYCuVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Bcj66Bse_8k/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A nice way to start off whats going to be a stressing 2 week holiday! Habibs &amp;amp; Bowling.. So much fun with such inexpensive places - that's life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to study till I see darkness.. till the world collaspes .. VEE &gt; TRIALS&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-1646507479592971742?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/1646507479592971742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/habibs-is-like-lebanese-version-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1646507479592971742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1646507479592971742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/habibs-is-like-lebanese-version-of.html' title='&apos;Habibs is like the lebanese version of Hurricanes&apos; - Melain Ly'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SlhFRu6E20I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lJynLAglpWg/s72-c/DSC00687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-2136654092167329898</id><published>2009-07-07T17:21:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:50:38.607+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3SfAv_d6tU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3SfAv_d6tU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I want to learn how to play this song, sing it off by heart and marry it. Its one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. Credits to Jenny dao's ipod :) Love love love this song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Does anyone know what the telstra recall piano piece is? I've been challenged to learn how to play it but I can't find the piano sheet anywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-2136654092167329898?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/2136654092167329898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/gravity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2136654092167329898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2136654092167329898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-4888199865503431376</id><published>2009-07-06T20:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:33:54.775+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>When I was 5..</title><content type='html'>I was scared of the first day of school, valued my story book collection and was learning to speak fluent english. When I was 5.. I made thousands of mixed tapes of me singing nursery rhymes in my mum's sewing room. When I was 5 I had imaginary friends who never let me down, walked around with bare feet until the sun went down and my feet were black. When I was 5.. I loved the rain and my eyes went bigger as I saw chocolate chip cookies. When I was 5 .. my mum washed me everyday and fed me, I cried whenever I left her side. When I was 5 .. I loved Sesame Street and Play School and spent hours watching cartoons without a care in the world. When I was 5.. I didn't have money and didn't need it, I thought it was a useless piece of plastic. When I was 5.. I played in the backyard and cried when I fell down face flat on the concrete. That was all when I was 5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Im 17 and facing the biggest challenge of my life the HSC. Not a day goes by that I don't think about it and when I stuff up my assessments, it feels like the end of the world. Im 17 and money is more important to me than happiness, I actually believe money IS happiness. Im 17 and scared shitless about the future, about being successful, about responsiblities. Im 17 and my friends, family, myself all dissapoint me. My eyes brighten at the thought of having thousands and thousands of shoes, clothes, accessories. Im 17 and theres not a day that I don't feel down, depressed or in the dumps. Im 17 and everything seems to be against me, dissapoint me or just never comes to me. I want to cry but I can't, I want to scream but the words don't come out right. Im 17 and think of leaving my family from time to time.. knowing that its sinful, selfish and not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate chip cookies, play school and mixed tapes don't make me happy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I question what does make me happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-4888199865503431376?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/4888199865503431376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-was-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/4888199865503431376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/4888199865503431376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-was-5.html' title='When I was 5..'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-3533888833992125169</id><published>2009-07-04T18:20:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:04:43.038+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers 2'/><title type='text'>Robots in disguise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sk8kOC-DLoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8uX8HUWc1uE/s1600-h/transformers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354538305700703874" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sk8kOC-DLoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8uX8HUWc1uE/s320/transformers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Judging from the title &amp;amp; picture, yes indeed I went to watch Transformers 2 today! I must say that it was good and really did live up to my standards, I liked it more than the first one. Its funny how the slogan says &lt;em&gt;"more alien robots, bigger explosions &amp;amp; much more MEGAN FOX"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I didn't know Megan Fox was one of the prime reasons for the storyline of Transformers... and like there would be random scenes of her looking all seductive &amp;amp; gorgeous. Its actually funny, don't get me wrong I love Megan Fox! One of the reasons why I watched Transformers was because of her but its weird how they shoot scenes of just her for no particular purpose. That's my two cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Been feeling more anti-social than ever these days and im actually glad holidays are coming but not for social reasons but to catch up studying for the trials. I am so scared of trials, more scared than the real HSC exams. Trials&gt; HSC. Hopefully, I don't procrastinate these holidays or else, it will literally be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;While we're on the topic of movies, I can not wait to watch Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince &amp;amp; My Sister's keeper both coming out in mid-July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sk8mwsMdBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MbPKPdEvouc/s1600-h/mysisterskeeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354541099905779314" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sk8mwsMdBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MbPKPdEvouc/s320/mysisterskeeper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sk8mpSbDwuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/atuJNxS6OpM/s1600-h/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354540972728632034" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sk8mpSbDwuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/atuJNxS6OpM/s320/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've realised I have multiple personalities that I want to be, I can't make up my mind...just like with my university course and what I want to eat everytime I go to a food court &amp;amp; not to mention whether I should cut a fringe or not..cant I just have everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sk8oWff1VyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AT5ec3dWQpM/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354542848844060450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sk8oWff1VyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AT5ec3dWQpM/s320/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lovely Sunny Saturday Afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Get On - Kate Nash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-3533888833992125169?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/3533888833992125169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/robots-in-disguise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3533888833992125169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3533888833992125169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/robots-in-disguise.html' title='Robots in disguise!'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/Sk8kOC-DLoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8uX8HUWc1uE/s72-c/transformers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-8814293981534991059</id><published>2009-07-02T16:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:30:29.590+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><title type='text'>Take a look at yourself, then make a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgtWIx2zLtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgtWIx2zLtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would have to be my favourite song from Michael Jackson as well as the song Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog at the most inconvienent times. I have a maths exam tomorrow in which I have to hardcore study for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-8814293981534991059?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/8814293981534991059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-look-at-yourself-then-make-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/8814293981534991059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/8814293981534991059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-look-at-yourself-then-make-change.html' title='Take a look at yourself, then make a change'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-2811312666395049206</id><published>2009-06-26T22:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:59:19.791+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><title type='text'>R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;You lived a great life!&lt;br /&gt;The good definately outweighed the bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-2811312666395049206?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/2811312666395049206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2811312666395049206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2811312666395049206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-8285577583120697136</id><published>2009-06-26T18:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:08:03.705+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sisters keeper'/><title type='text'>the moment I have been waiting for..</title><content type='html'>IS FINALLY HERE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO WATCH THIS, OWN IT, WATCH IT TWICE, THREE + TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtkdpVhr-lk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtkdpVhr-lk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE BOOK OF ALL TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a good week, now back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-8285577583120697136?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/8285577583120697136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/moment-i-have-been-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/8285577583120697136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/8285577583120697136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/moment-i-have-been-waiting-for.html' title='the moment I have been waiting for..'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-7176127046730642504</id><published>2009-06-21T13:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:29:02.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot the difference.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Untitled-3copy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Untitled-3copy-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-7176127046730642504?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/7176127046730642504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/spot-difference.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/7176127046730642504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/7176127046730642504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/spot-difference.html' title='Spot the difference.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/th_Untitled-3copy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-7658494365694024431</id><published>2009-06-19T16:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:02:24.753+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>1000 boxes of tissues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Untitled-1copy-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 598px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Untitled-1copy-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seems to be the end when you're sick. Instead of seeing colours and natural light, you see tears (from sneezing, attempting to sneeze), white fluffy light-weight paper or in other words, tissues. Yes my pretties, I am SICK; Sick to an extent that everyone looks at you like an alien, alienates you like a freak, this exaggerated behaviour is called... SWINE BEHAVIOUR.&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;I DONT HAVE SWINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My proof? I went to the doctors 2 days ago, he said its a common cold! Only I can say I have swine and only I can say I am Hamlet (looking at you Khanh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sum up , how I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit, look like shit but I dont smell like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick during the HSC is like indirect failing.... Please send me a remedy..NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first party since the last party I went to last weekends! Thanks for the social outbreak Rowena :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me warn you, my drama graph is stationary..just like Rowenas.. prepare for more interesting reads after.. 4PM november 6th 2009 and if drama does unexpectedly arrive before that..then you'll be the first to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Snapshot_20090619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 455px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Snapshot_20090619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 My mountain of tissues.... and yes that asian bowl was my medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listening to Adele - Daydreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-7658494365694024431?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/7658494365694024431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/1000-boxes-of-tissues.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/7658494365694024431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/7658494365694024431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/1000-boxes-of-tissues.html' title='1000 boxes of tissues'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/th_Untitled-1copy-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-387197978096360921</id><published>2009-06-16T22:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:20:38.023+10:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I should blog.&lt;br /&gt;Will do on the 19th of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I like kiwis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-387197978096360921?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/387197978096360921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/387197978096360921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/387197978096360921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-4825843780204740593</id><published>2009-06-08T11:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:55:32.902+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><title type='text'>This Long Weekend..</title><content type='html'>I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got sick but miraculously got better a few hours later&lt;br /&gt;- slept in till 12/1 noon&lt;br /&gt;- caught up on Australia's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;- really want Claire or Thanee to win&lt;br /&gt;- attended Khanh's photoshoot for his B.O.W, wearing a thin material dress on a freezing day/night&lt;br /&gt;- did nothing school related&lt;br /&gt;- was meant to go shopping today but stayed home to 'catch up' on work&lt;br /&gt;- went to look for a new plan for a new phone&lt;br /&gt;- found a mouse in my kitchen, is paranoid to the dayss now.&lt;br /&gt;- do not want to go school tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-4825843780204740593?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/4825843780204740593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/4825843780204740593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/4825843780204740593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-weekend.html' title='This Long Weekend..'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-3292427836093777365</id><published>2009-06-05T21:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:34:09.928+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Since you’ve been away, everything don’t seem like they use to be between you &amp; me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;....Cos im missing you,&lt;br /&gt;Im missing your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We tend to cling on to the past because things were better back then. For example, if one is still in “love” with their ex, it doesn’t necessarily mean its “love”, it could be, missing their presence, therefore one is not use to being alone, or it could be that one can’t have them therefore there is a need to desire them more because they are off limits. It makes sense, not everything is love. Love is so over-rated, so cliché, so exaggerated. I have a right to be cynical towards love because I don’t know how it feels so thus I don’t understand what lovebirds are going through, but I have experienced the two factors mentioned above not relating to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the new Black Eyed Peas album is love….. actually only a few songs, some of the songs are so artificial, meaning the sounds used in the songs are endorsed with computer- made sounds. In a way it can be called techno music. The songs that I do like are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SikCT9-KjBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HG5BUQl_C-E/s1600-h/black-eyed-peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343804974927875090" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SikCT9-KjBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HG5BUQl_C-E/s320/black-eyed-peas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track 3: Meet me Halfway&lt;br /&gt;Track 5: I Gotta feeling&lt;br /&gt;Track 6: Missing You&lt;br /&gt;Track 7: Alive&lt;br /&gt;Track 9: Party all the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Im getting used to &amp;amp; some are just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through my social diary (if it can be called that anymore) the other day and I realised the last party I went to was 3 months ago. Talk about anti-social. And before you think Im a low-life high school student who has no friends and photoshops her photos….. Let me defend myself! I have been invited to parties just I haven’t been clicking the accept button as HSC has really put in a “no party” mood. I actually do not study 24/7 but I should…for the sacrifices to be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we could party all night and sleep all day, and throw all of our problems away, my life will be easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Black Eyed Peas; Party all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this in about 4 months… Im counting down the days.&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/2856548518971733858-3292427836093777365?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/3292427836093777365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-youve-been-away-everything-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3292427836093777365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3292427836093777365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-youve-been-away-everything-dont.html' title='Since you’ve been away, everything don’t seem like they use to be between you &amp; me...'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SikCT9-KjBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HG5BUQl_C-E/s72-c/black-eyed-peas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-7986872595597381858</id><published>2009-06-03T16:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:58:41.288+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>anonymous</title><content type='html'>I saw you through a window once.&lt;br /&gt;You probably have forgetten me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't seem to forget you so easily&lt;br /&gt;Why do you cross my mind?&lt;br /&gt;When I never cross yours?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my existance..it seems you cannot find.&lt;br /&gt;Your face, our last conversation, its all so clear to me&lt;br /&gt;but in your eyes, theres no me, theres no you, theres no 'we'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-7986872595597381858?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/7986872595597381858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/anonymous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/7986872595597381858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/7986872595597381858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/anonymous.html' title='anonymous'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-8384805232240713684</id><published>2009-06-02T21:41:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:53:43.920+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do you ever have those random flashbacks of when you were younger and you had those wild adventures? It usually triggers when you meet people from your childhood or going through photographs or even....just out of the blues. The other day I ran into my distant cousin who was my first best friend. Its weird how we don’t talk or anything anymore, when we did everything together, when we were younger. I remember once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we built a bridge with chairs to go down the sewers at the back of my house, it wasn’t actually a sewer, it was like a place where water was running and on the left was a tunnel and on the right led to some place that we were too chicken to reach. It was nice, the sun shone directly at it, it kind of look like a good secret hiding place to get away from your troubles. We never got to explore it thoroughly, because we were both scared that my mother would find out and tell us off for doing stupid things. A few years later, when I was walking to the shopping centre, I figured out where the place on the right led to.. it led to the other side of the road, talk about anti-climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="times new roman"&gt;Being a kid was so fun, you had no worries, no problems, and you didn’t care if you didn’t have any money. It was probably the best time of my life so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SiUR3wsSfXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j3hh-dhtApU/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342696182606101874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SiUR3wsSfXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j3hh-dhtApU/s320/Untitled-Scanned-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My first BFF &amp;amp; I (If you see this, Im sorry.. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SiURII_8a5I/AAAAAAAAADs/5UACk6O1E40/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342695364497271698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SiURII_8a5I/AAAAAAAAADs/5UACk6O1E40/s320/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I was cute &amp;amp; my only fear was that damn sparkler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know this entry is quite personal, I feel personal today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;listening to Black Eyed Peas- Missing You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;'Cos Im missing you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;Im missing your love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-8384805232240713684?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/8384805232240713684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/8384805232240713684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/8384805232240713684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SiUR3wsSfXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j3hh-dhtApU/s72-c/Untitled-Scanned-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-600652560078626363</id><published>2009-05-31T21:24:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:56:28.566+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May'/><title type='text'>Im coming to terms, Im starting to Learn/ GOODBYE AUTUMN `09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today was the last day of autumn &amp;amp; instead of appreciating it, I was stuck inside attempting to study challenging history. Typical life of a trying HSC student. By this time next year, I would have no excuses to not enjoy the last day of fall. I can’t wait for the next step; waiting to get out of this bubble is like waiting for a solid solution for global warming. I’ve realised Im trying to sacrifice a lot of things in my life for a high 90 number yet I haven’t completely let go of the sacrifices. I’d thought it’d be easy, I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I gave up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SiJtRu2qizI/AAAAAAAAADc/CU-YWQBaRIE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341952259417344818" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SiJtRu2qizI/AAAAAAAAADc/CU-YWQBaRIE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SiJsioDCf_I/AAAAAAAAADU/IMu8iMPWQHA/s1600-h/01062009272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341951450136346610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SiJsioDCf_I/AAAAAAAAADU/IMu8iMPWQHA/s320/01062009272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Winter tomorrow, Half the year tomorrow… The cold awaits. I’ll try to forget by shifting my excitement to Winter fashion, hello big trench coats, colourful scarves, leather gloves, rainbow socks and boots! Not to mention, hot chocolate, hibernation and warm hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SiJufJI3KmI/AAAAAAAAADk/1yDUv1xh1yk/s1600-h/01062009271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341953589322918498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SiJufJI3KmI/AAAAAAAAADk/1yDUv1xh1yk/s320/01062009271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My saviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to Carolina Liar - All that Shit is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never got it right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's how this breaks down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never see things through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I always carry the weight for you, for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-600652560078626363?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/600652560078626363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-coming-to-terms-im-starting-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/600652560078626363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/600652560078626363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-coming-to-terms-im-starting-to-learn.html' title='Im coming to terms, Im starting to Learn/ GOODBYE AUTUMN `09'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SiJtRu2qizI/AAAAAAAAADc/CU-YWQBaRIE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-3084903779399271463</id><published>2009-05-29T16:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:12:21.072+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual thoughts'/><title type='text'>windows of my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sh98bZGd5II/AAAAAAAAAC8/DQg2msVilUY/s1600-h/vee%26cathy+006+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341124493121021058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sh98bZGd5II/AAAAAAAAAC8/DQg2msVilUY/s320/vee%26cathy+006+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341124603010055218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sh98hyeDfDI/AAAAAAAAADE/O80vL2A8v4I/s320/vee%26cathy+007+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/2856548518971733858-3084903779399271463?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/3084903779399271463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/windows-of-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3084903779399271463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3084903779399271463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/windows-of-my-soul.html' title='windows of my soul'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/Sh98bZGd5II/AAAAAAAAAC8/DQg2msVilUY/s72-c/vee%26cathy+006+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-625514721732954295</id><published>2009-05-26T23:35:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:46:40.915+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>But everything looks perfect from far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Im in desperate need of an mp3 player…..or a bigger memory stick because my phone memory can only hold only 80 songs and its making me angry deleting and not being able to fit more music….. Im angry thinking about it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk through more scenery like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340128408327152178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/ShvyfoFP4jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DA_mkVjc_as/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just simply… stunning, it makes me appreciate all the beauty in the world just a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.... All I want to do is listen to heart-felt music like The Raveonettes and Iron&amp;amp;wine while walking through these scenes…alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.S. I take it all back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.P.S Yes I know my english teacher always teaches me to never start a sentence with a conjunction.&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/2856548518971733858-625514721732954295?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/625514721732954295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-everything-looks-perfect-from-far.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/625514721732954295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/625514721732954295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-everything-looks-perfect-from-far.html' title='But everything looks perfect from far away'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/ShvyfoFP4jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DA_mkVjc_as/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-5782470375953781864</id><published>2009-05-24T23:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:50:59.858+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>Think with your heart and not with your mind</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the people who raise you cant think for themselves, we're living in the 21st century not in the cave era. Open your eyes and  stop being so subjective! I love my parents alot but sometimes the theories they come up with, their opinions.. are so stupid. If i could speak proper vietnamese or if they could speak english well, I could argue my case more effectively but because of that barrier... all I can do is just argue it to someone who DOES understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not one of those kids who obey their parents every single word and think their parents are always 100 percent right.. Im rather quite rebellious and treat my parents not as my elders but more like people who are levelled with me. I don't care when their wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my mother has many aspects that are admirable.. I wouldnt want to grow up to be like her, I want to be stronger, more opinated and stand up for what I believe in despite the consequences. As for my children, I dont want them growing up with subjective parents, I promise, I will listen to every request and negotiate for a suitable outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-5782470375953781864?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/5782470375953781864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-with-your-heart-and-not-with-your.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/5782470375953781864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/5782470375953781864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-with-your-heart-and-not-with-your.html' title='Think with your heart and not with your mind'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-6825006092028512643</id><published>2009-05-23T19:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:09:48.337+10:00</updated><title type='text'>yes.. Time is the answer</title><content type='html'>I am so glad your're back in my life, I must admitt I have denied this for the past five months but I &lt;strong&gt;really missed you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Strong as metal.. no even stronger :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-6825006092028512643?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/6825006092028512643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-time-is-answer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6825006092028512643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6825006092028512643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-time-is-answer.html' title='yes.. Time is the answer'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-2328227387958190966</id><published>2009-05-20T19:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:29:02.262+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seventeen'/><title type='text'>You bend down &amp; fall on your knees but you’re back on your feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/lols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 599px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/lols.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think being pessimistic is necessary to be optimistic again because sometimes being pessimistic is real. There is no such thing as a fairytale so we need some form of mechanism to wake us up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forming a strong solid heart doesn’t come naturally. One who gets hurt multiple times, forms a barrier to protect themselves so next time, it won’t hurt as much, that’s why being hurt for the first time feels like the end of the world but when it happens again, you would have already experienced it and know what to expect. Experiencing something for the first time is hard and unpredictable that’s why its so hard to let go of your first love, first heartbreak, first pair of jimmy choos, first best friend however, first, is just the beginning so be thankful for what they have given you and be grateful for stepping/being in/to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I am seventeen, seventeen is the age of most teenage shows, seventeen is a combination of youth and maturity, and seventeen is when you’re meant to fall in love. I guess I am a late bloomer in that stage, I don’t think I’ll be falling in love in the next 8 months, therefore I must cross high school sweetheart off the ‘things that should happen’ list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have lacked hope for the past year but I know ‘good times are going to come’. Patience has never been present within me but its slowly progressing…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to Kate Voegele – Its only life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take your hesitance, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and your self defense,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave them behind, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's only life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't be so afraid of facing every day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just take your time, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's only life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be your stepping stone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't be so alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I forgot to say on Sunday , HAPPY 17TH PAUL&lt;br /&gt;We’ll make it through !&lt;br /&gt;Sofia J- A taste &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-2328227387958190966?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/2328227387958190966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-bend-down-fall-on-your-knees-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2328227387958190966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2328227387958190966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-bend-down-fall-on-your-knees-but.html' title='You bend down &amp; fall on your knees but you’re back on your feet.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/th_lols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-1661333221977959788</id><published>2009-05-19T17:12:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:27:23.667+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise control'/><title type='text'>Cruise Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/ShJcxBgRXII/AAAAAAAAACk/WZdZt1fmS3o/s1600-h/IMG_6700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337430505674595458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/ShJcxBgRXII/AAAAAAAAACk/WZdZt1fmS3o/s320/IMG_6700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I love nature for two reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. Its of course all natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. Its a place where you can escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So in the future, my big mansion will consist of a huge garden as well :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've figured out whats been happening lately.. control is nowhere to be found in my average lifestyle. I have no control on my studys, weight, social life, sleep... How do I find the time to balance everything out again? Its so hard.... I just want to party !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've got good plans for the post-HSC period :) I'll sit down and write them all out when I have time &amp;amp; I'll blog about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Im deprived of good music, Death cab has been on repeat on my playlist for the past 3 weeks, need time to listen to good music so it can sink in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;; BRYAN! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Shotgun next blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I kind of have writer's block so bye for now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433011526175842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/ShJfC4h2DGI/AAAAAAAAACs/FEciyPlYmPo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;                                                My Latest time consuming obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-1661333221977959788?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/1661333221977959788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/cruise-control.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1661333221977959788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1661333221977959788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/cruise-control.html' title='Cruise Control'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/ShJcxBgRXII/AAAAAAAAACk/WZdZt1fmS3o/s72-c/IMG_6700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-4393168627903915921</id><published>2009-05-18T13:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:47:29.822+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys over flowers'/><title type='text'>When the best part of me, was always you</title><content type='html'>No I haven’t disappeared off the face of the earth; I just haven’t been blogging due to certain circumstances such as being capped, procrastination, more procrastination….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much work piled up due to my naïve behaviour; I am back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings progressing, nothings moving, I still sit on my seat making inappropriate comments and not taking action :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I’ve found my dream boy, who does not exist because his a character, but almost perfect is acceptable, INTRODUCING….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEE JUN PYO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 586px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/ftgdg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality:&lt;/strong&gt; Rich spoilt brat who doesn’t know what love is, arrogant, ignorant yet changes for his first love - CUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clothing:&lt;/strong&gt; wears suits like 3/4s of the time (EXCEPTIONAL), perfect, what I expect my boyfriend to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks:&lt;/strong&gt; ATTRACTIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status:&lt;/strong&gt; High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Financial stability:&lt;/strong&gt; VERY STABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends:&lt;/strong&gt; All good-looking as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt; Car-racing, horse riding, going overseas &amp;amp; spending time with the one he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that he may not exist, I am aware that my life is not a movie &amp;amp; I am not delusional…… A girl can dream right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I will blog more&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here you go Cathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;; Cathy says:&lt;br /&gt;wat r u doing&lt;br /&gt;; Cathy says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanan do it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;/vivacious vee (K) says:&lt;br /&gt;im blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Cathy says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh i see&lt;br /&gt;; Cathy says:&lt;br /&gt;can u mention me in it&lt;br /&gt;; Cathy says:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;; Cathy says:&lt;br /&gt;pwease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;/vivacious vee (K) says:&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;/vivacious vee (K) says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listening to - The Script- Breakeven.&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/2856548518971733858-4393168627903915921?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/4393168627903915921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-best-part-of-me-was-always-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/4393168627903915921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/4393168627903915921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-best-part-of-me-was-always-you.html' title='When the best part of me, was always you'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/th_ftgdg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-1214603511161742913</id><published>2009-05-06T22:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:26:07.496+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn'/><title type='text'>EPICCCC</title><content type='html'>; vivacious vee (k) says:&lt;br /&gt;i have to go school early tmr too&lt;br /&gt;     .     melαin says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;; vivacious vee (k) says:&lt;br /&gt;breakfast club&lt;br /&gt;     .     melαin says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL wth..&lt;br /&gt;     .     melαin says:&lt;br /&gt;u cheaparse&lt;br /&gt;; vivacious vee (k) says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;; vivacious vee (k) says:&lt;br /&gt;NOO&lt;br /&gt;; vivacious vee (k) says:&lt;br /&gt;its captains duty !!&lt;br /&gt;     .     melαin says:&lt;br /&gt;sure... 8-)&lt;br /&gt;     .     melαin says:&lt;br /&gt;vee i`ll jst bring you food okay..&lt;br /&gt;     .     melαin says:&lt;br /&gt;jst sleep in or something i dnt want u to be tired, u shudnt wake up so early for free food, its jst not right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-1214603511161742913?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/1214603511161742913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/epicccc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1214603511161742913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1214603511161742913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/epicccc.html' title='EPICCCC'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-1725562116231096749</id><published>2009-05-06T19:06:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:14:19.905+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Rainchecks &amp; Destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SgFTwc2e5GI/AAAAAAAAACc/ux7o7zCuHmg/s1600-h/20090424191609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332635525626913890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SgFTwc2e5GI/AAAAAAAAACc/ux7o7zCuHmg/s320/20090424191609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abduzeedo.com/30-beautiful-expressive-portraits" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://abduzeedo.com/30-beautiful-expressive-portraits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There is something wrong with me. These days I just want to yell at everyone for being so ignorant. I feel more self-righteous than I ever was before. It is actually funny, last night I was so worked up with the world that I wrote an entry on the narcissistic world of certain people in my life, yet today I woke up and realised I am the only narcissist. But, how can I be altruistic when no one will answer my questions? I just want someone to tell me it is okay. This is not a menstruation act, this is me. I’ve been feeling this ever since everything in my life went downhill. I’ll explain why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I lost my best friend, possibly forever&lt;br /&gt;- I lost my could’ve been, possibly forever&lt;br /&gt;- I lost one of my close friends, there’s hope, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;- My close friends thinks I am a bitch for voicing my opinions&lt;br /&gt;- People who I have never talked to, possibly think I am a bitch due to not wanting to hear my side of the story&lt;br /&gt;- I have no money and not to mention my mother’s rants about my selfish acts of not helping her pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;- Pressure in every direction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- HSC is overrated yet highly vital in my life. &lt;--This is embedded in my head for the next 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe this is just a typical teenager’s life but why does it feel so heavily exaggerated in my head? Why does it feel, that 2 years ago, everything was great, so great, I hardly thought like this. No, this can’t be a typical teenager’s life because my friends don’t have these problems. What I’ve grown to hate is the line “I feel sorry for you” I don’t need your sympathy; I just need you to listen and tell me it is not that bad. No one has said that to me, everyone just plays along with me that it IS that bad, no wonder why everything is exaggerated. And I can’t say that all these dramas are self-inflicted because there not, some people in this world are just plain.. obnoxious. Why do I care so much? I don’t want to care about anything or anyone anymore. I have cared for the past 17 years and yet, no one gives a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think I mentioned in a past entry that I want to live under a rock; I think I will, not to study but to disappear, see if anyone cares then. Despite my stupid life, I need motivation. Maybe a high UAI will make me feel better. I had motivation at the throat when I got my half yearly results then a few days later, it escaped. Sneaky bastard. I’ll go searching for you soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh yeah, who the fuck turned on the sensitive button in the world? No one can take a joke these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listening to: The Whitest Boy Alive - Dead End&lt;/span&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/2856548518971733858-1725562116231096749?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/1725562116231096749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainchecks-destruction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1725562116231096749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1725562116231096749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainchecks-destruction.html' title='Rainchecks &amp; Destruction'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SgFTwc2e5GI/AAAAAAAAACc/ux7o7zCuHmg/s72-c/20090424191609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-6843553735308350272</id><published>2009-05-04T21:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:51:58.811+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait..</title><content type='html'>To Get Out Of Here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-6843553735308350272?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/6843553735308350272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6843553735308350272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6843553735308350272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait..'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-2098891995122842623</id><published>2009-05-02T19:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:47:59.160+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='periods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Pain sweeps me off my feet</title><content type='html'>Excuse my foul language but fuck you periods, why must women tackle all the pain.. physically and emotionally? Men have it easy, all they have to worry about is how much women they sleep with. They feel half the pain that we feel.. for example in a break up, majority men move on faster NOT because their stronger but because they simply dont give a fuck, heartless bastards. What do we have to put up with? Giving birth, feeling physical pain about once a month and experiencing mood swings almost everyday. Then there's the worry list.. worry about your image, about your relationships, wedding dress, reputation..... why is it that a man can sleep with as much women as he wants and get away with it while if a woman does that..she is labelled a slut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the bias entry, must be my mood swings &amp;amp; shit day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Square One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-2098891995122842623?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/2098891995122842623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/pain-sweeps-me-off-my-feet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2098891995122842623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2098891995122842623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/05/pain-sweeps-me-off-my-feet.html' title='Pain sweeps me off my feet'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-6133237636282600878</id><published>2009-04-26T22:13:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:14:16.007+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Till the end of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SfRP8FJsB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/yE_wko_Ao48/s1600-h/blaj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328972152679696242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SfRP8FJsB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/yE_wko_Ao48/s320/blaj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I want to do right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-6133237636282600878?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/6133237636282600878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/till-end-of-world.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6133237636282600878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6133237636282600878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/till-end-of-world.html' title='Till the end of the world'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SfRP8FJsB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/yE_wko_Ao48/s72-c/blaj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-6752696984168009355</id><published>2009-04-25T15:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:24:08.265+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anzac'/><title type='text'>If only life had an erased or rewind button….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I slept at 7:30 in the morning today and woke up at 2:30 in the arvo. I thought I would sleep more but its so hard to sleep in , in the afternoon due to noise being produced in every direction. I wonder if I can be awake for 24 hours straight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Anzac Day and as the great Vice Captains Chris &amp;amp; I are, we went to Fairfield RSL to attend the ceremony. Unfortunately we were one of very few schools to attend the school. Shame to the schools that didn’t go! Anzac day is always a sad and reflective public day, I wouldn’t know how it feels like to lose someone you love in a blood-thirsty war but I do respect and appreciate the soldiers who fought for our freedom and I am thankful for freedom of speech and chocolate. We will remember them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just three days left till school resumes and back to that tiring thing called the HSC. Next holidays, I will be so productive (I hope) studying for the trials then the holidays after that is the last holidays till HSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely can’t wait for post-HSC period where the only things on my mind are partying and sleeping. However I will miss high school and all the great memories that have been made. Life’s so sad… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But we're all in this together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Untitled-1copy-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Untitled-1copy-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if anyone’s pondering what to get me for my birthday… a ticket to New York would be nice =) , thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Listening to ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death cab for cutie – title and registration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SfKdEl3INjI/AAAAAAAAACM/sIHf-NmfNqg/s1600-h/start.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328494011341092402" style="WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SfKdEl3INjI/AAAAAAAAACM/sIHf-NmfNqg/s320/start.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And all i find are souvenirs from better times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before the gleam of your taillights fading east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To find yourself a better life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-6752696984168009355?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/6752696984168009355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only-life-had-erased-or-rewind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6752696984168009355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6752696984168009355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only-life-had-erased-or-rewind.html' title='If only life had an erased or rewind button….'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/th_Untitled-1copy-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-2518334067958090281</id><published>2009-04-24T01:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:42:44.229+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>Winter's Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SfCMHuuPVHI/AAAAAAAAACE/XnhQVUUd6cc/s1600-h/Picture0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327912423608243314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SfCMHuuPVHI/AAAAAAAAACE/XnhQVUUd6cc/s320/Picture0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SfCL6ZIo9WI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UnFGsh6Ehsw/s1600-h/Picture0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so COLD.&lt;br /&gt;I want hot chocolate &amp;amp; perhapss a nice knitted scarf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-2518334067958090281?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/2518334067958090281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/winters-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2518334067958090281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/2518334067958090281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/winters-here.html' title='Winter&apos;s Here'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SfCMHuuPVHI/AAAAAAAAACE/XnhQVUUd6cc/s72-c/Picture0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-532499506097937560</id><published>2009-04-22T22:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:19:45.585+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>'cause nothing moved means nothing found,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Se8Ku--IDxI/AAAAAAAAABs/0tQ6BCcETEU/s1600-h/n1280715371_395299_6902851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327488686496419602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Se8Ku--IDxI/AAAAAAAAABs/0tQ6BCcETEU/s320/n1280715371_395299_6902851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’ve been feeling out if ‘it’ these days, feeling paranoid, self-conscious and over-thinking certain situations. I hate the fact that my life revolves around paranoia because most of the time I am picturing the negative connotations of certain situations and the worse part is… some of it turns out to be true. I only have one week left of holidays and I feel like I wasted the first week doing nothing, I have not accomplished any of my study goals nor personal goals. What does this tell me? It tells me that I must break this habit, along with many other bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- late nights &amp;amp; late mornings&lt;br /&gt;- procrastinating &amp;amp; stop finding any excuse to not do the allocated task&lt;br /&gt;- be aware of surroundings&lt;br /&gt;- stop daydreaming and fly away from lala land&lt;br /&gt;- stop relying everything on fate or hope&lt;br /&gt;- stop leaving everything till the last minute&lt;br /&gt;- Wake up .. There’s not much time left.&lt;br /&gt;- Stop spending money on things that are not needed&lt;br /&gt;- Such as eating out all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wished I could say “NO” to certain things, why do I have to give in to temptation and the fact of having fun? I know I said it was wrong and not necessary to become anti-social but I want to lock myself in my room for 7 months, I know… I am a hypocrite. Although I know there will be repercussions such as ‘drifting’ from many people but at this moment, I only have a limited amount of close friends due to school and personal reasons, and if I were to live under a rock for 7 months, HSC would only be part of the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless.. someone comes along to change that perspective .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is how I feel right now, been repeated for many hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sarah Blasko – Hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Se8K9DE1CXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/T2uEFukJSRI/s1600-h/start.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327488928116443506" style="WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Se8K9DE1CXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/T2uEFukJSRI/s320/start.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a hole in the roof and the dust that's pouring through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;means you want to build the world again from scratch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'cause nothing moved means nothing found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but there's a sadness in the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;as the walls crack and the scenes change so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-532499506097937560?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/532499506097937560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-nothing-moved-means-nothing-found.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/532499506097937560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/532499506097937560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-nothing-moved-means-nothing-found.html' title='&apos;cause nothing moved means nothing found,'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/Se8Ku--IDxI/AAAAAAAAABs/0tQ6BCcETEU/s72-c/n1280715371_395299_6902851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-4027702923266031451</id><published>2009-04-22T22:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:00:07.382+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MDQwMTU*MzA*NiZwdD*xMjQwNDAxNTk*MTU5JnA9MTgwMzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPWNlNzc*ZDYzNzdkNTRkYTA5NjE1OWU2MTZhNWQ2ZDky.gif" /&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Untitled-2copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Untitled-3copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Untitled-1copy-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you guys help me forget my troubles and that's all I need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;currently listening to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feist - The Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Se3v7K-_SLI/AAAAAAAAABc/ObUCQkLiIMY/s1600-h/start.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327177734089033906" style="WIDTH: 54px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/Untitled-1copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There is always peaceful yet jovial busking music everywhere you go. I love this; I love the atmosphere, the people, and the lights of the city. It’s simple. I want to live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend a restaurant in circular quay called “City Extra”, their menus are made like newspapers! So creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Emily’s get together; it was fun catching up with everyone again! I miss you guys heaps L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now… there is no chance I will be able to fall asleep as my brother’s friends are over because today is my brother’s birthday. Happy 25th bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s on my mind lately? Well apart from HSC, I swear HSC is going to be etched in my memory for forever or something, there is not a day that I do not think about HSC, maybe its because it’s the most important aspect of my life at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things running through my mind at this very moment:&lt;br /&gt;- going out&lt;br /&gt;- Saturday nights&lt;br /&gt;- Cute guy a few ft away from me&lt;br /&gt;- Zac efron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- POST HSC&lt;br /&gt;- Moody moods&lt;br /&gt;- sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;listening to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rowena's voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-268095512271543775?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/268095512271543775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-something-about-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/268095512271543775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/268095512271543775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-something-about-city.html' title='There’s something about the city….'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/th_Untitled-1copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-6006395815686245895</id><published>2009-04-17T02:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:41:35.220+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Are you ten years ago?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Desire&lt;br /&gt;Excitement&lt;br /&gt;Hesitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…running through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-6006395815686245895?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/6006395815686245895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-ten-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6006395815686245895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/6006395815686245895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-ten-years-ago.html' title='Are you ten years ago?'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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-2856548518971733858.post-1869713532544887780</id><published>2009-04-14T22:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:34:22.997+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaningful'/><title type='text'>Thinking Of You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was going to write a blog entry on my day today… but due to a certain someone (KHANH) I am going to write this instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today I had lunch with Thanh&amp;amp;Katrina, and went to Row’s house to hang out. It was a lot more interesting but I am not going to go in further detail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you've got to do is think about 15 people who pop into your head and write about them. However, don't be too personal or obvious and give out who they are. Here are my ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Despite your mood swings your one of the people who can see two sides of a fight and know what to say to make me forget about my troubles sometimes. Your somewhat mysterious yet still have the time to talk and hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. You’re an amazing person who inspires me in many different levels. Your one of the people I believe will remain my best friend till deaths do us part. You make me laugh, smile and gradually lift my spirits when I am feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; You’re a very logical person who gives me necessary advice to endure my problems. Although there are barriers for us to become closer, we both try to sustain our closeness. I hope throughout time we still be good close friends because it would be a shame to lose such a good person like you. You are probably the only person I know who is physically and emotionally strong.  I love talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; You’re a really great friend, we share so many different things together and no matter what we will always be best friends through thick and thin, our friendship level is off the scale and I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; We have endured so much in such a long period of time yet still remain strong and healthy till this day and forever. I love you so much and we can talk about anything for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; You make me laugh a lot and totally get me about certain things. You’re probably the most hardworking person I know yet still can fit in time for the special people in your life. Im glad that we have grown closer throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; You’re someone who was once the most important person in my life but now that’s totally changed. I wish I still knew what kind of person you are but its too late now. I always thought you would be someone who will stand next to me if I ever get married due to how close we were, it’s funny how things changed so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt;You are someone who I somewhat enjoy talking to despite our differences. I know you’ll end up being very successful and rich. I like owning you in arguments because it makes me feel intelligent as you are a very intelligent person yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Although we had some pretty bad downs in the past, I am so glad you regard me as one of your close best friends as you don’t regard many as close. I love our inside jokes and although sometimes you tend to annoy people, I know deep down inside you really are a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; You are the loudest person I have ever known but its funny. You are really hilarious and I love hanging out and talking to you because you make me feel normal. I hope through time, we will still be good friends because you are one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;. I know we’re not that close but I don’t know why I had the urge to put you in here. I know you’ve had to endeavor some harsh problems but just to let you know that I am always here if you need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt;. If I was a guy, I think I would be you. It’s weird how you can read me so well and how I can read you so well. I love the person you are and you are so amazing and interesting. I am so glad that I met you because it made me realize that there is someone out there who shares the same interests and ambitions as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt;. Out of all the people I know, you would have to be the kindest person I know. I am so glad we were close at one point but it’s a shame that we have drifted dramatically. I really miss you and our long talks. You are such an interesting person and any guy would be so lucky to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter how hard I try to forget you, I just simply cant. Your name is like carved into my heart for god knows how long. You were probably the closest I felt to love so far. I know I treated you wrong and it is by far my deepest regret. If I didn’t act like how I did, then things would definitely be different right now. I might even be happy at this moment, but life goes on so I am trying my hardest to live life without you. You taught me indirectly to be a better person and if I could ever speak to you again, that is what I would tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt;. We were really close at one point and then we grew real distant with each other, to the point where I didn’t know who you were anymore. Then, fate gave us the chance to regain our closeness but at this very moment, we still remain the same, unclose. I miss you dearly and hope soon that we will be close again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-1869713532544887780?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/1869713532544887780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1869713532544887780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/1869713532544887780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking Of You.'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-893077889774042684</id><published>2009-04-13T22:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:35:29.254+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Different names for the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SeMxYAYsMfI/AAAAAAAAABM/j3CFN4KPYgU/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324153472972239346" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SeFTM3TBEmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yMbg-_NT-_o/s320/gjgj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Please don’t stop being my friend. Im not weird.. okay I am but the good weird :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Sundays for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. It’s a relaxing day where you can have bubble baths, read a good book in bed or do some things that you could not during the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; There are no plans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/khanh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday I went to city for some hardcore shopping with Khanh. The trip to Pitt St Mall was disastrous; Khanh &amp;amp; I got lost twice, thanks to someone saying ‘I know where we are’ numerous times. KHANHHH IM LOOKING AT YOU! When we finally reached our destination, we were so relieved, and so tired, my legs felt like falling off. After that we went to Market City, thanks to my great direction (that’s right Khanh not yours) we got there easily. I was dying of hunger so we went to eat and rest for a bit.. then more hardcore shopping! I had like a white streak yesterday; everything I bought was coincidentally white, real weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323629047487173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SeFUabNslJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IUw3-OqQznE/s320/gh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wished I lived in the city, I could go shopping everyday and it’s close to almost everything so there no need to walk far or drive far or even have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the cheap bitches, Khanh and I are, we went to capitols to steal the background to take photos with our camera… it was hilarious and we both made a pact that if we got caught we would run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/capitols.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323628783171393154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/SeFULCj51oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_RtTW_Sjp8Q/s320/gjhgfj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride home was silent as both of us was tired as, we literally shopped till we dropped. I didn’t do much after I got home, talked on the phone for 3 or 4 hours and went to sleep as I was dead tired, mentioning that once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today im planning to catch up on the movies I want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Currently chilling to..&lt;br /&gt;Kate Voegele – Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I've never known you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm no stranger to this feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's over but the hurts not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you call it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you call it when broken hearts are not done healing”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.&lt;/span&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/2856548518971733858-3235403293652523139?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/3235403293652523139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-yall.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3235403293652523139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/3235403293652523139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-yall.html' title='HAPPY EASTER YALL'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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/_roppKs8tn9o/SeFTM3TBEmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yMbg-_NT-_o/s72-c/gjgj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-822181509945317328</id><published>2009-04-12T11:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:42:25.904+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon Ball'/><title type='text'>SIMPLY BECAUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/dragonball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/dragonball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was going to write an Easter entry but according to Daniel, Easter is actually on Sunday. I knew that…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at midday today wanting to sleep more but you know when you reached the point where you can not sleep any more... like the limit has exceeded? Yeah, That’s why I woke up. I planned today to be a stay at home in bed watching classic movies day.. But the weather is far too nice for that. David asked me if I wanted to go watch Dragon Ball so I said yes, more on that later. I decided to watch a movie before the movie and thanks to Alex who gave me Coyote Ugly, that’s what I wanted to watch. However, my laptop died this morning, I think the battery is stuffed up or something, it always does that, stupid laptop, so I decided to watch it on my brother’s computer but it didn’t work for some particular reason. So I decided to watch Twilight again since my blinds were down and I was on the bed already. &lt;strong&gt;Still in love with Edward Cullen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my brother kicked me off to watch his stupid anime, so I decided to kill more time, I know I should be preserving my time because I don’t have enough time as I am a full time student doing her HSC and HSC kills pretty much 3/4s of your time. Anyway, I turned on my computer and decided to try the disc on my computer.. keep reading, Im getting to my point! So it WORKED. I was so angry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of that recount was to say that… why can’t everything work with everything? That’s right, because life would be boring. I mean, if every fashion statement worked on everyone, individuality would not be in the dictionary. Society contradicts in so many ways, one way is how everyone says ‘&lt;em&gt;its good to be yourself, be&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;different’&lt;/em&gt; but MOST people go for the typical ‘&lt;em&gt;hot, stunning, model-like looking guys or girls’&lt;/em&gt; . Dude, that ain’t different. Im glad I am not one of those people, okay I guess, I would like someone like that but if his boring… goodbye! Looks would attract me, but it’s the personality that would make me stay. If he was gorgeous but never talked, I would dump him straight away or keep him for a while to stare at him… You get my point :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I was a bored child and since Dragon Ball is one of the movies on my list to watch, David &amp;amp; I decided to go watch it. It wasn’t that BAD.. but it was quite bad, the main character is quite cute &amp;amp; the girls are hot! The storyline was really awful and confusing and was nothing like the anime, so watch it, if you’re a big dragon ball fan, im going to watch the whole anime again from start to finish this year, that’s one of my goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 492px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 553px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie it was only 8 o clock, so we decided to go to Julie’s house to chill and catch up for a bit,. It was hilarious the things we talked about it and it was amusing to see Julie &amp;amp; David fight continuously. Love ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is currently mellowing out to….&lt;br /&gt;Lykke li – Breaking It up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“So give me the reason to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me the reason to wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I don't look to get caught'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause darling we're here but my true love is not”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.&lt;/span&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/2856548518971733858-822181509945317328?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/822181509945317328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/simply-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/822181509945317328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/822181509945317328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/simply-because.html' title='SIMPLY BECAUSE'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/th_dragonball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-5846806993265740189</id><published>2009-04-10T00:23:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:31:03.699+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parramatta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='17'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac Efron'/><title type='text'>17 FOREVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So today as you would have seen, I went to watch 17 again starring the gorgeous Zac Efron. If there was an exact duplicate of Zac but not famous and in reach, I will no doubt find my ways to be with him…. Even if it means fighting with my best friends!! (joking guys…..or am I?) I won’t say too much to ruin the movie for those who have not watched it but you will not be disappointed, it was so so so so so so good.. and good is nowhere near of describing it., I guess I exaggerated a bit but you get the point, so schedule a day to go watch it with your girlies, boys or boyfriend/girlfriend!(guys with girlfriends prepare to be jealous!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie got me thinking of being 17. At the moment I could say I am pretty content with my life even though I constantly scream out the line ‘&lt;em&gt;I hate my life’&lt;/em&gt; but Im just a teenager, what teenager at some point doesn’t hate their life? I guess my life could be better.. I mean there are lots of things I wish I had and I must admit to an extent, I am pretty disappointed as the things I wanted at 17 have not appeared ..YET. Hope for the hopeless right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/toscanis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/toscanis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By the way, the photo of the fork and the cup represents that I went to dinner at &lt;em&gt;Toscani’s&lt;/em&gt; today and ordered a delicious chicken risotto. I would post a picture up of it but I forgot to take a picture. Before our drive to Parramatta , I was chilling at Rowena’s. We played guitar hero (Its time to admit it, I SUCK!!..) , took photos in her backyard and watched weird but very funny and entertaining you tube clips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/photosfromrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/photosfromrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am on holidays for two weeks at the moment and my plans for these holidays is to catch up on reading, work (i.e. assignments &amp;amp; study) and just relax and hang out. I calculated my spending for the holidays and I have concluded that I will be broke by the first week. Why haven’t they invented a money tree yet? With all this technology being invented... wasted on hybrid cars and ways to prevent global warming, as if that’s going to help the world (sense the sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Currently mellowing out to: Lady Hawke – Crazy World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Sick of all that we have to be in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gimme all that you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gimme what you like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Waiting here for a fool to begin his life”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.&lt;/div&gt;P.S During the movie I was thinking about the guy who was in the 1989 basketball team, that was so cute! I knew I saw him from somewhere and now I figured it out.. He was in 90210!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322705653413666274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sd4Ml0OvXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a6ttGnoL0m0/s320/cutesss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://.imdb.com/media/rm1643090944/nm2791615"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;imdb.com/media/rm1643090944/nm2791615&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.P.S ZAC EFRON!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322712092277459954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roppKs8tn9o/Sd4Scm3fy_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/dMOdLoeI3Zc/s320/001h10hc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source:movies.apunkachoice.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-5846806993265740189?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/5846806993265740189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-today-as-you-would-have-seen-i-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/5846806993265740189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/5846806993265740189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-today-as-you-would-have-seen-i-went.html' title='17 FOREVER!'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/th_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856548518971733858.post-291558534952901917</id><published>2009-04-08T22:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:23:07.638+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rowena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a fine frenzy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-reflection'/><title type='text'>you know you changed when…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/loveee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/loveee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you do not like the things as you did before. I believe I have changed drastically from the beginning of 08, this is due to events that have happened in my life, not to sound dramatic but they have definitely impacted on the person that I have become today, in a good and bad way. The reasons for my actions are consequently due to my eventful life. I guess it is necessary to have highs and lows in your life to alter your existence… I mean who would want to live their life doing the same thing, feeling the same emotions everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a song that has been on repeat on my winamp for hours, it’s called Think Of you by A Fine Frenzy, I love her album One Cell in the Sea. It’s a must listen, so check it out! There’s a lyric in there that got me pondering rather than studying for my modern exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                “I thought I had it figured out&lt;br /&gt;                                                 In a brand new life&lt;br /&gt;                                               With a great big house and&lt;br /&gt;                                               Green initials on the towels&lt;br /&gt;                                              I should be happy now”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the plans I have for my life do not work out and I end up completely lost and living a life that I did not intend to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s for future me to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things that are different about me these past few months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As autumn approached last month, I realised I really loved the falling brown leaves and windy days…. I use to love Sping&amp;amp;Summer now I am an Autumn&amp;amp;Winter chick. I just love those cold days where you stay in bed for hours listening to Feist or Lykke Li curling up to a good book while sipping on hot coffee, chocolate or milk tea. Those days are gold. The fashion is also way more satisfying than Spring and Summer fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have become less of an optimistic person and have shifted to a realist. For example, I use to be one of those people who believed in doing things that make you happy regardless of the consequences, at present, I am someone who’s vision is blinded by reality and can only see the logic towards things. This relates to my change in university courses and what I want to do with my life. At the moment, I am totally clueless with the path I want to choose but all I know is I want to make lots of money and buy a big house with a spectacular garden and an exquisite view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To contradict my last point, I tend to daydream more often that I use to. I also like to sleep more because I can escape into the life that I want and wished I had. Sleep is like a city where you are God and can control every aspect that you wish to but it’s not the city I live in…. permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I do not see the good in boys anymore except for the ones I call my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I use to like the idea of going on a date, dining at an expensive restaurant but now my ideal date is walking in the park on a breezy day, when the sun just sets while talking about the past, present and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have had the realisation that I can be heavily opinionated, obnoxious and self-righteous at times. With this realisation, I will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nevertheless, I have also grown to be more comfortable with my best friends, so comfortable that I can talk to them about anything and finally open up to my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that will never change are the love for my best friends, family and me.&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to give special shout outs (not in order) to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Rowena&lt;/strong&gt; especially for making this blog and giving me the opportunity to voice my thoughts and of course for always being there for me ever since eleven years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Cathy Vu&lt;/strong&gt; for always making me laugh when times are tough and tolerating with my complaints all the time, I value your friendship more than words can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Thanh &lt;/strong&gt;for telling me what I need to hear and understanding my point of views even when no one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Khanh&lt;/strong&gt; for being a good friend who I can depend on for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Bryan&lt;/strong&gt; for the happy moments I treasure in my life and being there for me when I need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Chris &lt;/strong&gt;for giving me directions when Im clueless in life and being there when I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;David Chi&lt;/strong&gt; for giving me the wisdom and guidance to help me in life and tolerating my calls even if it’s at 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Paul &lt;/strong&gt;for those great moments we shared and especially for always being there for me through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/strong&gt; for being the hilarious person you are and cheering me up when I need it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;My family&lt;/strong&gt; for always putting up with my absurd behaviours and easily forgiving me when I am at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these are only a few lines that I can come up with at the top of my head, the way I feel about you guys are so so so much more, so thank you for everything you guys have done for me, I appreciate each and everyone of you so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to someone who is not present in my current life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to forgive you and move on, I wished things didn’t turn out the way it has but you have helped me realise so many things that were wrong with me and from this experience I have grown to become a better person. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                            “Just to put your mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;                             You don’t owe me anything&lt;br /&gt;                            You paid me well....&lt;br /&gt;                            In memories”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my next entry will not be this cheesy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2856548518971733858-291558534952901917?l=vivaciousvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/feeds/291558534952901917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-you-changed-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/291558534952901917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2856548518971733858/posts/default/291558534952901917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciousvee.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-you-changed-when.html' title='you know you changed when…'/><author><name>vee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05768322890219880936</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://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b226/babiianjool_/blog%20pics/th_loveee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
