<?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-3605401732641262498</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:18:31.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VANESSA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanessa:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14274635436444019436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07_vLDYQp7Y/SKVdDrRBN6I/AAAAAAAAABg/s9WsfMs1oAI/S220/07042008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605401732641262498.post-7668792690201906319</id><published>2010-07-24T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:28:16.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mood was awesome just now. Yeah. Just now. Until that someone ruined my mood. What a joke. Shitty-ness. I should have said anything. How i feel so bad that i feel like crying? Yeah. He's right. But i don't think he need to say it so obviously and like it was a natural thing. Yeah. We might not be good friends anymore. But he need not use the word 'strangers'. I know, i can't do anything. I wasn't thinking of doing anything either. NOW FUCK YOU. I KNOW, I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN. DO YOU HAVE TO REPEAT IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN? WTFH IS WRONG WITH YOU? I KNOW, YES I KNOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. We ain't close friends anymore. Yeah, right. I KNOW. Thanks ah! Thanks. Yah, your 'secret' is safe. I won't tell her cos' we're strangers now uh? yeahyeah. I won't tell her. I won't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FACT IS I WASN'T EVEN THINKING OF TELLING HER AT THE FIRST PLACE. HOW FUCKING INSENSITIVE CAN YOU GET? YA LA. I'M A FUCKING BAD FRIEND. YES, PLEASE TAKE HER AWAY. GOGOGO. GO FUCK AWAY. OR I SHOULD SAY WE'RE NOT EVEN FRIENDS? YALAYALA, STRANGERS RIGHT? YA, I KNOW. FUCKYOU. _|_ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to cry. I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YA. I know you don't care. I can't be bothered also. This is making my head hurt more. Now its as if its going to burst soon. FUCK YOU. I'm boiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605401732641262498-7668792690201906319?l=hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7668792690201906319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3605401732641262498&amp;postID=7668792690201906319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/7668792690201906319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/7668792690201906319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14274635436444019436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07_vLDYQp7Y/SKVdDrRBN6I/AAAAAAAAABg/s9WsfMs1oAI/S220/07042008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605401732641262498.post-6946997187058206233</id><published>2010-06-01T20:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:28:31.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Eeks! I missed the post for may! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Now welcome JUNE ! It's a new month! &amp;amp;yeah, OLEVELS approaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;SCHOOL LIFE/STUDIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of OLEVELS, my MT Olevel just ended. It was yesterday. Trust me, i was so nervous that i almost felt like crying &amp;amp; i was trembling at the sight of my paper 1. None of the hot topics that i read came out. I could feel myself trembling. *gahgahgah* How dumb. Oh well, its over and done with now. Just have to focus on getting good results for Oral &amp;amp; Listening. &amp;amp; if I did well for those 2, i can just retake the papers! Oral &amp;amp; Listening are more important, you see. The papers could be easily retaken at the end of the year with the others. Just that i have to waste money on the papers &amp;amp; waste time studying MT instead of the other subjects. No choice. I really need the MT grade. Hahah. Mr Lee ( form teacher ) called all 44 of us yesterday. He's so hardworking!But we're all just taking him for granted, or well, at least most of us. He's quite a nice teacher, but i believe we're driving him to a certain extend already. :P Sad news, LINLAOSHI is leaving our school already! D: This is so bad. She's a very good and funny teacher. Although at first i didn't really liked her a lot. Just b'cos she used too much profound vocabs that i could hardly understand. &gt;&lt;&gt;P Hahah. School has been boring boring boring, tiring &amp;amp; stressful. Got back CA &amp;amp; SA results already. Horrendous, i hardly dare to even think about it. With that results, needless to say for JC, i don't even need to think about poly! Now you know how bad it is, isn't it? Hah. Oh well, i still have a little time left ! I really need to pull my socks (not literally), as in buck up on my studies! Fighting everyone! We'll do this once and do it well! (quote from Mrs Chuah) A* A*, saranghae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" size="x-large"&gt;KOREAN POP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now ready for some 'fan-girling'?! :D Hahaha! I need to tell you this. I'm really really really in love with 2PM. They are like the love of my life. I can't live without them. Serious. No joke. ): 2PM rocks everything, every single thing in my life. But i've only 2 of their albums ! - 1.59PM &amp;amp; Don't stop can't stop. I need more! And i need to get their keychains, posters, calenders more &amp;amp; more. I want to meet &amp;amp; be friends with them. When are you coming back to singapore?! Please come back, saranghae, i need you!! (yeah, there's some serious problems with me) I can't control when it's 2PM. you know? I hope they'll come this November end or in December! Best if it's a concert plus fanmeet! I won't mind starving for a few months just to save up to buy their tickets and stuff. Plus, i can slim down this way. So that when i meet them, i look presentable. :D Anyway, i'm so happy that junsu tweets frequently, so that even though i'm not near him. We can still know about this through him. THROUGH HIM, instead of news &amp;amp; such. Hope all the other members also gets a twitter account and would tweet frequently. But of course, we all know their very busy. So, no worries! I'll just survive watching your video performances for now. :D And you know what? 2PM is the first &amp;amp; only group that i loved so much, and that i loved all the members almost equally. I love them all. They are all different. Unique in their own way. :D I just to not really bother much about junsu, but you know what? People really change. I mean me. I like him a lot now. His voice is terribly smexayyy! He seduced me with his smexay&amp;amp;perfect voice! Love him &amp;amp; 2pm lots! They are just so wonderful don't you think? Beastly idols. Yes, they really lived up to that. I can see it from their bodies. *melts* I re-watched Wild Bunny yesterday. It never fails to make me laugh hysterically. I was laughing all by myself in the middle of the night yesterday! Can't stop watching them, they are so addictive. And at the moment i'm watching their only you performance. :)&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SNSD/girl's generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking news! Leader of SNSD, Taeyeon is currently in Singapore! Unbelievable isn;t it? But, oh yes, she's here. And i believe she's not very happy about our singaporean SONEs here. It's understandable, she came ona low profile to have fun and enjoy with the family. And she hardly gets the chance to rest. But some singaporeans are stalking/crowding around her whenever she gones. If i were her, i wouldn't have liked it either. Once again, this proves how popular she is, so it's still a good thing right? :) Let's just give her some respect &amp;amp; privacy, let her enjoy and relax in Singapore. More details on what she did can be found at SNSD's official fan forum, SSF. Go check it out! Just one more thing, someone actually pulled her hair when she was here. I've no idea what was that person thinking, but it's definitely very rude for him/her to do that. So fans, make sure you don't do this to your idols when the other idols come this June. (you know? *winks* )  let's just hope that when Taeyeon reaches korea, she'll forget about all this bad incident and bring the whole of SNSD here. I bet Singapore will go crazy when they come. I believe you'll also see me there, running around like a crazy girl. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ZUNO/KIM JUNHO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event that happened last month, remember? This handsome man came to Singapore with his twin brother, Xiah Junsu. I went in hope to see these 2 man, and oh yes, i did! I got to see Junsu before he left Singapore, how lucky! ( Anw, Junsu here is from TVXQ, not 2PM ) He looks really hot. But a different type of hotness compared to Zuno. He has the badboy kind of hot. While Zuno gives the innocent-hot-guy feel. Get it? Hahah. I've got some fancams here on my youtube account, do check it out! The quality is kind of bad, but please bare with it! ): I produce better ones next time! And you can also check out my facebook account for some of the pictures taken on that 2days. Lots of camwhore, bare with it. And you might want to follow my twitter account so that we can spazz together! So here's the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;FB: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/album.php?aid=2060953&amp;amp;id=1341132876&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;YOUTUBE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/itsVT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;TWITTER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/VanessaTYN"&gt;http://twitter.com/VanessaTYN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all the videos are uploaded, so, please wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, people! Later! Support the KOREAN POP WAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt; ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605401732641262498-6946997187058206233?l=hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6946997187058206233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3605401732641262498&amp;postID=6946997187058206233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/6946997187058206233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/6946997187058206233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-eeks-i-missed-post-for-may-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14274635436444019436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07_vLDYQp7Y/SKVdDrRBN6I/AAAAAAAAABg/s9WsfMs1oAI/S220/07042008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605401732641262498.post-2559400302410456821</id><published>2010-04-29T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:15:52.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to join the 2PM flashmob event ! D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like not much people want to join. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't be like that. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attractive prizes yknow?! D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want I want I want I want. Bleah. P: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I finally got 1.59PM! (ya, i know that's an old album) BLEAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to post up the pictures i took of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So coool, but blogger doesn't want to load. &amp;amp; I'm too lazy to load it up on photobucket or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yeah, no pictures. But it's really niceeee. (L)&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Don't Stop Can't Stop -- 2PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go get it now ! Can preorder from yesasia and other sites ! (Y)&lt;div&gt;I'm going to get mine soon. (L) :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go and get yours too ! (Y)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i'm not going for xcountry tomorrow. (Most prob) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sickkk, got headache &amp;amp; others. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sad right? Two times in a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo, i'm getting weaker, &lt;i&gt;isn't it?&lt;/i&gt; (Negative something -- Lee taught us today, bleah. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, whatever. Bye. Whoever reads my blog, which is -- NOONE. Hoo. Don't really care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*laughs* That's all folks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*waves waves* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;V. &lt;/i&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/3605401732641262498-2559400302410456821?l=hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2559400302410456821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3605401732641262498&amp;postID=2559400302410456821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/2559400302410456821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/2559400302410456821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-i-really-want-to-join-2pm-flashmob.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14274635436444019436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07_vLDYQp7Y/SKVdDrRBN6I/AAAAAAAAABg/s9WsfMs1oAI/S220/07042008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605401732641262498.post-2046874681495770163</id><published>2010-04-24T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:44:30.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(117, 78, 113); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0em; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0em; word-spacing: normal; "&gt;Is What I'm Feeling Infatuation or Love?&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are some feelings we have when infatuated that we don’t have when we’re feeling love. Some of the “symptoms” of infatuation are; feelings of panic, uncertainty, overpowering lust, feverish excitement, impatience, and/or jealously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When infatuated, we are thrilled, but not happy, wanting to trust, yet suspicious. There are lingering, nagging doubts about our “partner in infatuation” and their love for us. We’re miserable when they’re away, almost like we’re not complete unless we’re with them. It’s a rush and it’s intense. It’s difficult to concentrate. And most infatuation relationships have a high degree of sexual charge around them. Somehow being with them is not complete unless in ends in some type of sexual encounter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do any of these “symptoms” resemble feelings of love? Hardly. So why do we become infatuated? Where does it come from? Perhaps it’s biological.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When infatuated we experience a surge of dopamine that rushes through the brain causing us to feel good. Norepinephrine flows through the brain stimulating production of adrenaline (pounding heart). Phenylethalimine (found in chocolate) creates a feeling of bliss. Irrational romantic sentiments may be caused by oxytocin, a primary sexual arousal hormone that signals orgasm and feelings of emotional attachment. Together these chemicals sometimes override the brain activity that governs logic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The body can build up tolerances to these chemicals so it takes more of the substance to get that special feeling of infatuation. People who jump from relationship to relationship may be craving the intoxicating effects of  these substances and may be “infatuation junkies”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the chemical flood dries up, the relationship either moves into a loving romantic one or there is disillusionment, and the relationship ends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Source: www.selfcreation.com&lt;/i&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/3605401732641262498-2046874681495770163?l=hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2046874681495770163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3605401732641262498&amp;postID=2046874681495770163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/2046874681495770163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/2046874681495770163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-what-im-feeling-infatuation-or-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14274635436444019436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07_vLDYQp7Y/SKVdDrRBN6I/AAAAAAAAABg/s9WsfMs1oAI/S220/07042008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605401732641262498.post-8564979361591347631</id><published>2010-04-24T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:43:03.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, behind one’s sweet smile or cheerful jokes isn’t always a happy story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605401732641262498-8564979361591347631?l=hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8564979361591347631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3605401732641262498&amp;postID=8564979361591347631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/8564979361591347631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/8564979361591347631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-behind-ones-sweet-smile-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14274635436444019436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07_vLDYQp7Y/SKVdDrRBN6I/AAAAAAAAABg/s9WsfMs1oAI/S220/07042008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605401732641262498.post-5556422531577812916</id><published>2010-04-24T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:29:03.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can die, can die. Already dying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life life life life life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid stupid stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They came back all at one go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i held on all at one go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i have to release all at one go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gradually, but at once. Fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like this. It's breaking apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean me. &amp;amp; who would be dumber than me to be like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the word 'dumb', is not the word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't make sense. Oh well, nothing ever does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid. Hang on, i'll just pull it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, let's do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No love. No more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i just died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulate me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605401732641262498-5556422531577812916?l=hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5556422531577812916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3605401732641262498&amp;postID=5556422531577812916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/5556422531577812916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/5556422531577812916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-die-can-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14274635436444019436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07_vLDYQp7Y/SKVdDrRBN6I/AAAAAAAAABg/s9WsfMs1oAI/S220/07042008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605401732641262498.post-8314157327967132033</id><published>2010-04-22T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:02:53.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trust me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a very mean &amp;amp; bad person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i can't seem to do anything uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just keep it in. Tried to show, but can't really do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, i can't care much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop thinking Vanessa, stop thinking. You suck. Serious. Go bang wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anymore comments &amp;amp; i might swear &amp;amp; burst into flames. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm serious. Shut up. Go away. -__- WTH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might kill. I'm dead serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605401732641262498-8314157327967132033?l=hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8314157327967132033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3605401732641262498&amp;postID=8314157327967132033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/8314157327967132033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/8314157327967132033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/2010/04/trust-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14274635436444019436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07_vLDYQp7Y/SKVdDrRBN6I/AAAAAAAAABg/s9WsfMs1oAI/S220/07042008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605401732641262498.post-2538424507747496423</id><published>2010-03-07T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:11:01.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've really decided not to swear anymore. &lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I'm going to try to not speak singlish. Which means either proper mandarin or English. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be hardworking this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's do it. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605401732641262498-2538424507747496423?l=hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2538424507747496423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3605401732641262498&amp;postID=2538424507747496423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/2538424507747496423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/2538424507747496423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-really-decided-not-to-swear-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14274635436444019436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07_vLDYQp7Y/SKVdDrRBN6I/AAAAAAAAABg/s9WsfMs1oAI/S220/07042008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605401732641262498.post-18778830890386518</id><published>2010-02-14T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:11:00.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there sexy thang ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's CHINESE NEW YEAR &amp;amp; VALENTINE'S DAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is in the air. ! May everyone alwayd be with their love ones &amp;amp; stay healthy. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year shall be a good year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to swear anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to hand in all my homework on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to do my homework everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be on a diet and avoid junk food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be more friendly and sociable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to good to everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to concentrate on my studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to do my best for everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to sleep early everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to stop procrastinating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to love myself more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to learn more k songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to take up dance at the end of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to do everything i stated above. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;33333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, i've decided to start afresh. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3605401732641262498-18778830890386518?l=hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/feeds/18778830890386518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3605401732641262498&amp;postID=18778830890386518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/18778830890386518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605401732641262498/posts/default/18778830890386518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellooanddbyee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-there-sexy-thang-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14274635436444019436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07_vLDYQp7Y/SKVdDrRBN6I/AAAAAAAAABg/s9WsfMs1oAI/S220/07042008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
