<?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-31204863</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:43:01.196+08:00</updated><category term='T'/><title type='text'>Letters written on rose-scented papers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-6686390094517752002</id><published>2010-02-20T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:35:59.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/S37L5Rs_a4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xSs6noCbw1s/s1600-h/Empty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440009584775228290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/S37L5Rs_a4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xSs6noCbw1s/s320/Empty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/S37JDrT50LI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oobSSoc4cWg/s1600-h/Empty.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Empty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-6686390094517752002?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6686390094517752002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6686390094517752002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6686390094517752002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6686390094517752002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2010/02/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/S37L5Rs_a4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xSs6noCbw1s/s72-c/Empty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-3450835158748226577</id><published>2009-12-23T19:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:12:47.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SzIuszot4yI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XGoaPaOrePQ/s1600-h/Sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418444648990237474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SzIuszot4yI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XGoaPaOrePQ/s320/Sad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have to get through it like every other unfair shit I had to endure to get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I deserve so much better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's christmas in two days time, I need to let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I feel so small, alone and empty.&lt;/em&gt; Sob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-3450835158748226577?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/3450835158748226577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=3450835158748226577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3450835158748226577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3450835158748226577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-hard.html' title='So hard'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SzIuszot4yI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XGoaPaOrePQ/s72-c/Sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-3755353361563492573</id><published>2009-12-12T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:02:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414375099740109218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SyO5d3S6uaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/j1Fvl77oz0s/s400/851818-dead_space_cover_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dead Space is hojfbaiuhsdawesome! You've got to get your hands on a copy and try it. The storyline+gameplay+soundeffects is fantastic! Makes me go gaga (lol) Try playing this at 2 in the morning, with the lights off and alone. I promise you will be scared out of your pants. Went to reub's house and since there was an xbox there, decided to play a bit of fable. Fable crashed on us so we turned to the game above which I remembered the last time I watched (not played) I was screaming my head off. Even though you are just watching someone play, it's still bloodcurling. They have this alien monsters called 'Necromorphs" that makes Resident Evil monsters look tame. Every moment, every second I was at the tip of my seat. I was practically hyperventilating when those necro asses decided to jump right in front of the screen. In the end reubs convinced me to play because the storyline is cool for a surivial-horror game. I feel like spending my holidays playing this/: Oh no haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414379821945717650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SyO9wu4eA5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/AMQINk129PM/s400/dead-space-necromorph-art-20080925031732805_640w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-3755353361563492573?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/3755353361563492573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=3755353361563492573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3755353361563492573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3755353361563492573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/12/dead-space-is-hojfbaiuhsdawesome-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SyO5d3S6uaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/j1Fvl77oz0s/s72-c/851818-dead_space_cover_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-6615108929912904744</id><published>2009-12-09T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:14:00.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we can try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sx-93dG9X8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/NE7SmXocR6A/s1600-h/my+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413254037526896578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sx-93dG9X8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/NE7SmXocR6A/s400/my+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-6615108929912904744?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6615108929912904744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6615108929912904744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6615108929912904744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6615108929912904744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-can-try.html' title='we can try'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sx-93dG9X8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/NE7SmXocR6A/s72-c/my+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-2203334628485519140</id><published>2009-12-06T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:53:59.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's reflect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sxuo1vYZSlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hMGZfJL8aAU/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412105018421103186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sxuo1vYZSlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hMGZfJL8aAU/s400/sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when i walked out of the door,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God opened my eyes and gave me the reason that I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much more to life than letting things that don't hold much value, crush you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I wore my smile with meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope for a better tommorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-2203334628485519140?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/2203334628485519140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=2203334628485519140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2203334628485519140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2203334628485519140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-reflect.html' title='let&apos;s reflect'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sxuo1vYZSlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hMGZfJL8aAU/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-5734999409944590984</id><published>2009-11-24T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:14:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anger is baggage. &lt;div&gt;Life is too short to be pissed off all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407592947460341634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SwuhIpNH_4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/04VHzHTcWQM/s400/IMG_8374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep moving like a train going wherever the rails take it. At a pace where I can't take everything with me in order to reach my end. This is not a good time for a breakdown but since when has it ever been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-5734999409944590984?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/5734999409944590984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=5734999409944590984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5734999409944590984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5734999409944590984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/11/anger-is-baggage.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SwuhIpNH_4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/04VHzHTcWQM/s72-c/IMG_8374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-5857915296307503752</id><published>2009-11-08T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:14:56.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401751022856126530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Svbf74JxQEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PNcbjwueNiU/s400/51nGSdi63LL__SL500_AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401750760542807106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Svbfsm9ZpEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Ez9iCVZQU80/s400/51WbP0YjKNL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401750755054334578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SvbfsSg2MnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lRtfQE_zxcI/s400/313ZRWBrv1L__SL500_AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SvbfsuDR3gI/AAAAAAAAAVw/UKYGR2_kWm8/s1600-h/41KOWgBe7%2BL__SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401750762446511618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SvbfsuDR3gI/AAAAAAAAAVw/UKYGR2_kWm8/s400/41KOWgBe7%2BL__SL500_AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; My childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I want the doll this christmas&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/31204863-5857915296307503752?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/5857915296307503752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=5857915296307503752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5857915296307503752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5857915296307503752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-childhood.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Svbf74JxQEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PNcbjwueNiU/s72-c/51nGSdi63LL__SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-2877229505864438388</id><published>2009-10-22T20:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:44:33.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay bright, little fireflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;first week of school with what seems to be a large amount of work piled up right infront of me. video introduction, voice recording, powerpoint presentation, etc. before we could even adapt to the change of environment (come on, two months) they gladfully start giving. however tutorials and lectures were quite fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;still feels odd to be in school. i haven't got used to the routine. but i gues it takes time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395404243091153538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SuBTkrEVYoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MW4uS6BKpGc/s400/Hold_me_by_SimpleOona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i still.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/31204863-2877229505864438388?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/2877229505864438388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=2877229505864438388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2877229505864438388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2877229505864438388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekdays.html' title='weekdays'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SuBTkrEVYoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MW4uS6BKpGc/s72-c/Hold_me_by_SimpleOona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-5336832688059204682</id><published>2009-10-18T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:35:10.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/StnuIhT0ZeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7MDmCSmbTic/s1600-h/d2e7dad6044b27b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393603858900739554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/StnuIhT0ZeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7MDmCSmbTic/s320/d2e7dad6044b27b6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is not for the &lt;em&gt;easily defeated&lt;/em&gt; or the &lt;em&gt;quickly disillusioned&lt;/em&gt;. It takes &lt;strong&gt;courage&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;determination&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when she uses that tone on me that I feel shitter than shit itself.&lt;br /&gt;It's when she goes on and on about how she does so much for us and we do nothing for her that I feel misjudged.&lt;br /&gt;It's when she thinks of me as a person with no shame, no morals, no heart and not her daughter that I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;, why do you do this to&lt;strong&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You.make.me.so.much.colder.and.so.full.of.resentment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about my week tommorrow, right now I am off to bed to sleep it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-5336832688059204682?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/5336832688059204682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=5336832688059204682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5336832688059204682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5336832688059204682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-not-for-easily-defeated-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/StnuIhT0ZeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7MDmCSmbTic/s72-c/d2e7dad6044b27b6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-8805612456670595221</id><published>2009-10-08T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:28:07.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SszPMMZTzEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/w009CBSR2ZY/s1600-h/friends__by_4blacky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389910662448401474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SszPMMZTzEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/w009CBSR2ZY/s320/friends__by_4blacky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how people can just walk into your life, make a space for themselves, and leave the next moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear xxxx,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are we still friends?&lt;/em&gt; We were like blood-sisters. We could relate to everything that was happening in each other's lives. You knew me better than some of my closest friends. We shared our passion for fashion, food (especially dessert), and some of our deepest secrets. We had random weekends that were filled with so much talk, fun and laughter. But we fell just like that, we fell apart. For a reason that I have not discovered until now. I thought our friendship was strong but it fell like fragile pieces. You meant so much to me. I have made excuses for your lack of presence but it seems that I can't find anymore reasons. I can't feel you anymore. So I will ask one final time,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; are.we.still.friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is time for change.&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/31204863-8805612456670595221?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/8805612456670595221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=8805612456670595221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/8805612456670595221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/8805612456670595221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-amazing-how-people-can-just-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SszPMMZTzEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/w009CBSR2ZY/s72-c/friends__by_4blacky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-4733726367249595253</id><published>2009-10-02T19:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:49:50.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To the most amazing boy ever to walk into my Life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;If I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'd be safe but half as real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Never knowing I could feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A love so strong and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm so grateful to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'd have lived my whole life through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lost forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;make my world so &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankyou&lt;/strong&gt; for never giving up on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;for always being beside me through the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;for doing so much to put a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;smile &lt;/span&gt;on my face or to make me &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankyou&lt;/strong&gt; for making me feel &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; mean &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt; to me, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;don't leave me now (&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387967907911679362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SsXoQ_xHvYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XwcCbFs7v3Q/s320/precious_moments_by_ruuca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-4733726367249595253?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/4733726367249595253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=4733726367249595253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4733726367249595253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4733726367249595253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-most-amazing-boy-ever-to-walk-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SsXoQ_xHvYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XwcCbFs7v3Q/s72-c/precious_moments_by_ruuca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-2961973353160819023</id><published>2009-09-07T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:50:15.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SqPp-BNhhVI/AAAAAAAAATg/SiZ06Vt8fRk/s1600-h/SERANVENETIA3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378399631696823634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SqPp-BNhhVI/AAAAAAAAATg/SiZ06Vt8fRk/s320/SERANVENETIA3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;thankyou for five lovely days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I saw you I was afraid to meet you. When I met you I was afraid to kiss you. When I kissed you I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am afraid to lose you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-2961973353160819023?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/2961973353160819023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=2961973353160819023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2961973353160819023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2961973353160819023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/09/thankyou-for-five-lovely-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SqPp-BNhhVI/AAAAAAAAATg/SiZ06Vt8fRk/s72-c/SERANVENETIA3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-6279521560897772936</id><published>2009-08-27T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:08:09.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel there are a lot of things I do, is to prove myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I ever done anything for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, yeah photography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a hamster I want a hamster I want a hamster I want a hamster I want a hamster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a hamster I want a hamster I want a hamster I want a hamster I want a hamster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a hamster I want a hamster I want a hamster I want a hamster I want a hamster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We take things for granted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am here for you" (But what if you were the one who hurt me?) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SpVqTuJpmAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/voO0Ya4fjuk/s1600-h/IMG_8847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374318617375119362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SpVqTuJpmAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/voO0Ya4fjuk/s320/IMG_8847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31204863-6279521560897772936?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6279521560897772936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6279521560897772936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6279521560897772936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6279521560897772936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-there-are-lot-of-things-i-do-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SpVqTuJpmAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/voO0Ya4fjuk/s72-c/IMG_8847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-347360479237833550</id><published>2009-08-18T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:59:31.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Today's topic, Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what is it like to die unprepared and young? How you would never be able to accomplish certain things in life? Like for example, to reconcile with a friend? Or telling someone how you really feel about him/her and knowing whether you could have had a chance with that person at all? Or the inability to make up for your mortal sins causing you to spend a longer period in purgatory? The low sinking feeling of deep regret will consume our hearts. A friend of my brother's passed away yesterday, he was only seventeen. It was said that he fell and hit his head on the floor while playing soccer causing him to have a brain concussion which resulted in the inevitable death. Life seems so fragile and of greater meaning when such unfortunate event happens. May his soul rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-347360479237833550?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/347360479237833550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=347360479237833550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/347360479237833550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/347360479237833550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/08/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-4010941098772827149</id><published>2009-08-12T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:57:59.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enlightment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SoJ7m4FY8OI/AAAAAAAAATA/2QlPkxuLHUU/s1600-h/best_friends_by_Chebi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368989613599289570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SoJ7m4FY8OI/AAAAAAAAATA/2QlPkxuLHUU/s320/best_friends_by_Chebi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it is getting more often that everyday at the end of school, I ask myself this question, "Why am I here?" It has become increasingly clear that I really want to pursue photography. I do not find joy and satisfaction doing schoolwork anymore. I'm just going to accomplish my work and all I expect isn't to excel but to just, plainly pass. I just want to get through this course, for my mum and dad, nothing else. I will indulge myself in photography club projects cause that's the only thing in school that I really feel passionate for. I don't care about marketing anymore, I don't care about doing filming, I don't care. I am most probably going to be one of the people who does very little work in the team unless if it requires me to use my camera or paint. So if you have me in your team, I say sorry in advacne. I never knew I am going to turn out like this. I wanted to excel and be one of the best students. Dropping out of school was like a tear to my safety net in my life. But now, I would gladly drop out of school and focus on photography. Maybe it is the lack of sleep I have been having these past few days to make me think this way. But sometimes, it is only when you are in a mess when you realize things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-4010941098772827149?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/4010941098772827149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=4010941098772827149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4010941098772827149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4010941098772827149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/08/enlightment.html' title='enlightment'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SoJ7m4FY8OI/AAAAAAAAATA/2QlPkxuLHUU/s72-c/best_friends_by_Chebi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-6692886656929241359</id><published>2009-08-05T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:24:36.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Major Histocompatibility Complex&lt;/strong&gt; is the gene family found in most mammals that is responsible for reproductive success. These molecules, which are displayed on cell surfaces, control the immune systm. They have the capacity to kill pathogens, or malfunctioning cells. In other words, MHC genes help the immune system to recongnize and destroy invaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is especially useful in the selection of potential mates. MHC has recently been shown to play a crucial role, via olfaction (or sense of smell) in this capacity. It has been proven that the more diverse, or different, the MHC of the parent, the stronger the immune system of the child. Interestingly, MHC-mate dissimilar selection tendencies have been categorically determnined in humans. &lt;strong&gt;The more dissimilar a male's MHC to a female's (this was without deodorant or cologne), the 'better' he tended to smell to her in clinical studies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless you smell anything like the shirt I am currently wearing now (which is likely the case), I don't think you are suited for me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SnmwsxlfbBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5Qv6CVKGdjk/s1600-h/2e5943a8a972f549b906f0044bf8dcdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366514714259975186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SnmwsxlfbBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5Qv6CVKGdjk/s320/2e5943a8a972f549b906f0044bf8dcdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want nobody nobody but you &lt;3&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/31204863-6692886656929241359?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6692886656929241359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6692886656929241359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6692886656929241359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6692886656929241359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/08/major-histocompatibility-complex-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SnmwsxlfbBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5Qv6CVKGdjk/s72-c/2e5943a8a972f549b906f0044bf8dcdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-2423170237398065975</id><published>2009-07-31T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:16:12.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright this post is continuous from the previous blog entry as Eugene complained on the lack of words my entry had to offer. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filming, I headed down to a place with train tracks with Eugene and Dom. We reached the open field about close to 6 &gt;&lt; nearly got flattened by a train because they didn't believe I heard the whistle and continued shooting. The train tracks were rusty, I had rust all over myself at the end of the shoot. It was fun being the model for a change(: At night, Eugene and Dom followed me to get my photoshop. However, I didn't know that legal photoshop would cost me 500 dollars! I nearly suffered a heartattack)': Thanks Dom and Eugene for staying out late to help try fix my computer as I needed photoshop desperately to finish my creativity ICA! They were good fun and company. Eugene go fix your ghost problem. How can you still go back to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"You are just more outstanding" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thankyou (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-2423170237398065975?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/2423170237398065975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=2423170237398065975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2423170237398065975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2423170237398065975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-this-post-is-continuous-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-5475763869582915904</id><published>2009-07-30T23:36:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:52:02.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SnHJzRuSs9I/AAAAAAAAASg/Hd7UHsXRH6Q/s1600-h/IMG_6149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364290513943049170" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SnHATURK1MI/AAAAAAAAARY/3PLTErS4A3Y/s320/IMG_6180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SnHAT46gP1I/AAAAAAAAARg/576Luua3mH0/s1600-h/IMG_6179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364280079102787410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SnHAT46gP1I/AAAAAAAAARg/576Luua3mH0/s320/IMG_6179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SnHAS8l8TDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wE9gpW9_Ho8/s1600-h/ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINAL FILMING ICA and TRAINTRACK PHOTOSHOOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31204863-5475763869582915904?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/5475763869582915904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=5475763869582915904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5475763869582915904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5475763869582915904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/07/final-filming-ica-and-traintrack.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SnHJzRuSs9I/AAAAAAAAASg/Hd7UHsXRH6Q/s72-c/IMG_6149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-4505496281881323392</id><published>2009-07-25T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:25:50.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you looked inside a girl,&lt;br /&gt;you would see how much she really cries, &lt;br /&gt;you would find so many secrets and lots of lies &lt;br /&gt;But what you'll see most is how hard it is to stay strong &lt;br /&gt;when nothing is right and everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true&lt;br /&gt;don't act like you know me inside out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-4505496281881323392?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/4505496281881323392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=4505496281881323392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4505496281881323392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4505496281881323392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-looked-inside-girl-you-would-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-7981997664294783618</id><published>2009-07-24T12:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:27:59.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Smk3sSLInhI/AAAAAAAAARI/8WcQAbjNS9s/s1600-h/Just_hold_me_tight__by_DeadlyCase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361878065293598226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Smk3sSLInhI/AAAAAAAAARI/8WcQAbjNS9s/s320/Just_hold_me_tight__by_DeadlyCase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know you can't give me what I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even though you mean so much to me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait through everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this really happening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear I'll never be happy again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't you dare say we can just be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not some boy that you can sway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We knew it'd happen eventually &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will it end like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-7981997664294783618?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/7981997664294783618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=7981997664294783618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7981997664294783618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7981997664294783618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-you-cant-give-me-what-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Smk3sSLInhI/AAAAAAAAARI/8WcQAbjNS9s/s72-c/Just_hold_me_tight__by_DeadlyCase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-4848580809780625089</id><published>2009-07-20T09:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:09:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is amazing where you find pieces of good advice these days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't have any intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of spinning you from this direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;live on&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;don't ask any questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say that everything's okay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But is everything really okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think that everything's okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stare at me like I don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't want to fall asleep to another nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, the revolution is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360352137524000450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SmPL3mQftsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9NR9kZyFDjg/s200/Love_by_StarDuskDreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In Life, there are things that are just simple. You dont' have to think really hard, you don't have to exhaust yourself finding out the hidden intentions when there are none. Don't be so insecure cause your heart is open. &lt;em&gt;Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.&lt;/em&gt; Fill your head with productive thoughts instead of doubts. Because it is really, just plain simple.&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;&lt;em&gt;All you need is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pixie dust&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh I am so proud of my marketing slides, hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-4848580809780625089?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/4848580809780625089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=4848580809780625089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4848580809780625089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4848580809780625089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-see-stars.html' title='I see stars'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SmPL3mQftsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9NR9kZyFDjg/s72-c/Love_by_StarDuskDreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-4842730678386025598</id><published>2009-07-14T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:47:06.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg i just realized what Broken Strings by James Morrison is about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes so much sense now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad song&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/31204863-4842730678386025598?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/4842730678386025598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=4842730678386025598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4842730678386025598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4842730678386025598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-i-just-realized-what-broken-strings.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-22602040381957246</id><published>2009-07-07T10:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:57:27.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken down</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Little Miss Broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SlK5_sGYhGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XZdswwMyM34/s1600-h/fb81eb82ec5b56aa3f93dcb2116b29e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355547410717770850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SlK5_sGYhGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XZdswwMyM34/s320/fb81eb82ec5b56aa3f93dcb2116b29e9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;strong&gt;Mindset&lt;/strong&gt; - refers to a set of assumptions, methods or notations held by one or more people which is so established that it creates a powerful incentive within these people to continue to &lt;strong&gt;adopt&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;accept&lt;/strong&gt; prior &lt;em&gt;behaviours&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;choices&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;tools&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt; - are mental forms and processes, respectively. Thinking allows beings to &lt;strong&gt;model &lt;/strong&gt;the world and to &lt;strong&gt;deal&lt;/strong&gt; with it according to their &lt;em&gt;objectives&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;plans&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; ends&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;desires&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where broken hearts are badges of honor, and their scars are a sign of pride&lt;/em&gt;—you're the one onstage telling about how upset you are—&lt;em&gt;but there's no attempt at actual conversation or relationship building.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is throwing all this balls of shit at me. One after another, never seeming to cease. Somehow admist of all this mess, I feel &lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt; again. This is what it felt like a few months ago. I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pin your wings down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if it's all over now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pin your wings down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just take a chance somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-22602040381957246?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/22602040381957246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=22602040381957246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/22602040381957246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/22602040381957246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-down.html' title='broken down'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SlK5_sGYhGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XZdswwMyM34/s72-c/fb81eb82ec5b56aa3f93dcb2116b29e9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-6378317548376725497</id><published>2009-07-01T21:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:04:38.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear you</title><content type='html'>Everytime I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;It starts to hurt real bad.&lt;br /&gt;You feel me with,&lt;br /&gt;So much sadness and deep regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to make things work again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough, Venetia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-6378317548376725497?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6378317548376725497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6378317548376725497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6378317548376725497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6378317548376725497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-you.html' title='dear you'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-8095306746103297854</id><published>2009-06-28T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:11:49.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SkcjJl9D-XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mJU63-lz8sA/s1600-h/IMG_4288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352285329867143538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SkcjJl9D-XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mJU63-lz8sA/s200/IMG_4288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no greater harbinger of failure than to invite it as a possibility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Stayed indoors in the comfort of my tiny room as there was a chance of the sky pouring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Wrote, Emotions, Doubts, Insecurites, Thoughts, Music, Listen, Book, Read, Think, Reflected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found myself, I am stronger now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;All that's left is to get a tub of ben&amp;amp;jerry's for dinner, yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-8095306746103297854?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/8095306746103297854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=8095306746103297854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/8095306746103297854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/8095306746103297854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-is-no-greater-harbinger-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SkcjJl9D-XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mJU63-lz8sA/s72-c/IMG_4288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-1404361362159659114</id><published>2009-06-27T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:12:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.. and the results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEGATIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I felt so happy! &lt;em&gt;Thank you God(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351900969532810082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SkXFk4ISY2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/lkpdhkEZewg/s320/148783_l1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Life has been progressing at an extremely fast pace. Somtimes I feel I've left a bit of myself behind little by little. Things have been going in and out of my life leaving their marks on my heart. I am not really sure what defines Venetia anymore. It is time I took a breather and settle down at some ice-cream parlour or at a nearby park and listen to Life to think and reflect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each step will find the next one recklessly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh and yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Rest In Peace, Michael. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;May you find the serenity that you couldnt' here on earth. God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-1404361362159659114?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/1404361362159659114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=1404361362159659114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/1404361362159659114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/1404361362159659114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SkXFk4ISY2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/lkpdhkEZewg/s72-c/148783_l1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-133080219017823153</id><published>2009-06-24T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:46:28.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SkIQsISmubI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vwEqkcalNRU/s1600-h/One_in_a_Bajillion_by_azuzephre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350857657595378098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SkIQsISmubI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vwEqkcalNRU/s320/One_in_a_Bajillion_by_azuzephre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think the 'dont tell the your loved ones about your problems' runs in the family. I thought it was only me who practice this but turns out dear dad does it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why dad why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I saw you just now and I didn't even noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I feel shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear God, may the result be negative.&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/31204863-133080219017823153?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/133080219017823153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=133080219017823153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/133080219017823153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/133080219017823153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-dont-tell-ones-you-love-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SkIQsISmubI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vwEqkcalNRU/s72-c/One_in_a_Bajillion_by_azuzephre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-6035375446075655872</id><published>2009-06-21T02:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:34:53.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sj0qprAFEZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/STMqLH6xMxo/s1600-h/71b1b028b5a053aeff534065f04a1e8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349478827792077202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sj0qprAFEZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/STMqLH6xMxo/s200/71b1b028b5a053aeff534065f04a1e8d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel awful right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I know I wouldn't want to be treated this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sorry if I broke any strings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just so you know, I feel so much better going with you instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;3you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-6035375446075655872?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6035375446075655872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6035375446075655872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6035375446075655872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6035375446075655872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-awful-right-now-why-cause-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sj0qprAFEZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/STMqLH6xMxo/s72-c/71b1b028b5a053aeff534065f04a1e8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-7771808518247180935</id><published>2009-06-19T17:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:47:01.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could you be happy to fall like a stone&lt;br /&gt;If you'd land right here safe in my arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, very.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner turmoil got me feeling upset about things. I feel sad and down for no particular reason. I need ice-cream and company right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348963779240340386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SjtWN5oNK6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/0pK-L44-EUU/s200/Death_Marshmallow_by_Alephunky.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of copeland today.&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/31204863-7771808518247180935?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/7771808518247180935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=7771808518247180935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7771808518247180935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7771808518247180935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/could-you-be-happy-to-fall-like-stone.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SjtWN5oNK6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/0pK-L44-EUU/s72-c/Death_Marshmallow_by_Alephunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-7750162607174678866</id><published>2009-06-17T12:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:45:37.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sjh3EQRfmTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4g11bEsXWiI/s1600-h/Tea_love_by_lena483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348155472473987378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sjh3EQRfmTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4g11bEsXWiI/s200/Tea_love_by_lena483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;what's better than attackattack!+tdwp+iseestars+wearetheocean+ourlastnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-7750162607174678866?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/7750162607174678866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=7750162607174678866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7750162607174678866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7750162607174678866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-better-than-attackattacktdwpbring.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sjh3EQRfmTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4g11bEsXWiI/s72-c/Tea_love_by_lena483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-6956770294410892443</id><published>2009-06-16T09:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:19:15.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't leave me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The photoshot series start today! Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sjb3qOJBGGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IEZKV1ETR6Q/s1600-h/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347733912271525986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sjb3qOJBGGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IEZKV1ETR6Q/s320/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Waiting to see someone for more than a day, it's a sign of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;A message I found in my draft box that has been there since 2 years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why resist anymore? Just fall into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll take my chances with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Because you are the only one I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And all the pieces fit together oh so perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;3&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 want to know what's going through your mind right now.&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/31204863-6956770294410892443?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6956770294410892443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6956770294410892443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6956770294410892443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6956770294410892443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-to-see-someone-for-more-than.html' title='don&apos;t leave me'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sjb3qOJBGGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IEZKV1ETR6Q/s72-c/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-4612166630203029844</id><published>2009-06-11T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:29:53.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SjDOZLkW1MI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Czhlgs44XBo/s1600-h/JUMP_JUMP_JUMP_by_Neneisme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345999689686111426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SjDOZLkW1MI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Czhlgs44XBo/s320/JUMP_JUMP_JUMP_by_Neneisme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed a wake-up call and this was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found my way back to the start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so refreshed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-4612166630203029844?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/4612166630203029844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=4612166630203029844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4612166630203029844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4612166630203029844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SjDOZLkW1MI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Czhlgs44XBo/s72-c/JUMP_JUMP_JUMP_by_Neneisme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-8379829703222891757</id><published>2009-06-10T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:32:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everything is so fucked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I swear I am going to collapse any moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's too much going on and there is only one of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do the bloody math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-8379829703222891757?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/8379829703222891757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=8379829703222891757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/8379829703222891757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/8379829703222891757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-wilt.html' title='Wednesday Wilt'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-7835718728184878053</id><published>2009-06-10T08:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:31:31.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Blue</title><content type='html'>I'm still into Pon and Zi after so many years, (hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345499145245184914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Si8HJqN-U5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/wIT_EPbTW4U/s320/Reflected_by_azuzephre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Church camp later on! I am excited!:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found the most amazing song ever&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-7835718728184878053?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/7835718728184878053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=7835718728184878053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7835718728184878053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7835718728184878053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-blue.html' title='Wednesday Blue'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Si8HJqN-U5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/wIT_EPbTW4U/s72-c/Reflected_by_azuzephre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-4295791027717993189</id><published>2009-06-07T12:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:27:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SivcYmQuPKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9nPnldulfw4/s1600-h/feel_by_Santina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344607697950882978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SivcYmQuPKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9nPnldulfw4/s320/feel_by_Santina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will this last?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tell me.&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/31204863-4295791027717993189?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/4295791027717993189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=4295791027717993189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4295791027717993189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4295791027717993189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SivcYmQuPKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9nPnldulfw4/s72-c/feel_by_Santina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-2242451095316288847</id><published>2009-06-05T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:30:04.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always attract</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SijHmFdJV-I/AAAAAAAAANo/-WYqvgWLsdg/s1600-h/attraction_by_Gares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343740414988474338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SijHmFdJV-I/AAAAAAAAANo/-WYqvgWLsdg/s320/attraction_by_Gares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always Attract&lt;3&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-2242451095316288847?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/2242451095316288847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=2242451095316288847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2242451095316288847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2242451095316288847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/always-attract.html' title='always attract'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SijHmFdJV-I/AAAAAAAAANo/-WYqvgWLsdg/s72-c/attraction_by_Gares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-3913139024396025069</id><published>2009-06-05T08:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:28:41.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Trauma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thursday Trauma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Beautiful in Blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I attended my first wake last night. As I walked in, the strong scent of chrysanthemum and empty eyes greeted me. I proceeded to take a peek at her. My mother and brother told me that she was beyond recognition. I was curious. When I saw her, strong sadness overwhlemed me. The silence emanated from her, was terrifying. Her face bore the pain and suffering she had went through. Her eyelids were in shades of deep purple-blue, her face was extremely bloated. It had no signs of the woman that I knew. The once, cheerful lady who wore a pretty smile on her face everytime I saw her. I actually doubted that the woman in there was her at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had a weird habit throughout the entire wake to look at her again everytime I felt that I forgot how she looked like. I wanted her to be etched in my memory and I wanted to remember what that this was how a person will be like when they stop, silence and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The experience was haunting yet comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At least, now I know what it's like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May God grant you eternal rest and peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;, mister?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-3913139024396025069?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/3913139024396025069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=3913139024396025069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3913139024396025069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3913139024396025069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-trauma.html' title='Thursday Trauma'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-7182674876801170984</id><published>2009-06-03T17:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:22:19.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are we waiting for each other to make the first move?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just attended my first photography club's session! It was not bad I must say(: I feel so happy being around people who enjoy and appreciate photography as much as I do!:D I am starting to plan for my upcoming photoshoot next next week! Instead of doing a couple of different photoshoots, I am going to do just one &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;photoshoot instead! It is going to be a larger than anything I have ever done before, I hope I can make it through! I've most likely settled on who my three muses will be. I am satisfied with the choices(: Now all I need is to get the props, outfits (yay!) and an assistant! Can't wait woot!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ICA's are dragging me doooown screw itD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343028824067324738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SiZAaCs0u0I/AAAAAAAAANg/1RO_Zv0QQCA/s320/Silhouette_dance__by_ella_marie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So take a seat and get lost with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-7182674876801170984?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/7182674876801170984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=7182674876801170984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7182674876801170984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7182674876801170984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-wake-up-call.html' title='Wednesday Wake Up Call'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SiZAaCs0u0I/AAAAAAAAANg/1RO_Zv0QQCA/s72-c/Silhouette_dance__by_ella_marie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-6504491045982317149</id><published>2009-05-25T23:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:42:27.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You make me most vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my dear adrenaline pumping friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's not you, it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339783775801809650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Shq5DX4PmvI/AAAAAAAAANI/EGzRzxPSswk/s320/you_can__t_hurt_me_no_more_by_TristanGreer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Are you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am a lost cause like Adalia, don't bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;On a different note, class outing was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3333&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I can say that we have gotten closer? lol. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;will upload the pictures on the classblog soon!:D Thankyou to all those awesome people who turned up! And hopefully those who couldn't make it today, will be able to the next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-6504491045982317149?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6504491045982317149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6504491045982317149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6504491045982317149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6504491045982317149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-sunset.html' title='sunday sunset'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Shq5DX4PmvI/AAAAAAAAANI/EGzRzxPSswk/s72-c/you_can__t_hurt_me_no_more_by_TristanGreer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-7923380707244921413</id><published>2009-05-22T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:52:03.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I wonder whether losing you was one of the biggest mistakes in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it was all my fault (But I guess I wouldn't know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though my heart can't feel for you anymore (there's still this&lt;strong&gt; tiny&lt;/strong&gt; ray of hope that things could be the same again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late, 2 years too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Move on Venetia, move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338598266956841346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/ShaC1rR6gYI/AAAAAAAAALw/HBulDXbb6As/s320/MUSIC_WAS_MY_FIRST_LOVE_by_xemotearzx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm currently waiting for the guests to arrive. Turns out I am the first to arrive! Bleh. So now I am at one corner keeping out of everyone's way on my laptop. I am gonna look so fat on Monday! GOOD FOOD THE ENTIRE WEEKEND whoooo. There's no one online to entertain meD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-7923380707244921413?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/7923380707244921413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=7923380707244921413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7923380707244921413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7923380707244921413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-yellow.html' title='friday yellow'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/ShaC1rR6gYI/AAAAAAAAALw/HBulDXbb6As/s72-c/MUSIC_WAS_MY_FIRST_LOVE_by_xemotearzx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-2549891192515417009</id><published>2009-05-22T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:33:03.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;dear mom, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;are we going back into our little holes and bringing out the guns now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i am mentally exhausted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i would love to take it out on someone now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338516916859800898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/ShY42ejXjUI/AAAAAAAAALo/-p_4e0V1scI/s320/b10062dbd57e0acb0b9274d7043395b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling very out of touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't wait for the long weekend whooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;c:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-2549891192515417009?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/2549891192515417009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=2549891192515417009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2549891192515417009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2549891192515417009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-fun.html' title='friday fun'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/ShY42ejXjUI/AAAAAAAAALo/-p_4e0V1scI/s72-c/b10062dbd57e0acb0b9274d7043395b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-5175708995644040562</id><published>2009-05-19T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:54:25.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/ShIkzVDxvcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JVj9dUuzpVU/s1600-h/12_morbid_ways_to_die_by_GiuliaNicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368972632374722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/ShIkzVDxvcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JVj9dUuzpVU/s320/12_morbid_ways_to_die_by_GiuliaNicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel like a loser on her way to losing her sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It struck me today that I am no where near my dreams. I saw my primary school friend on TV today, she managed to make a breakthrough in biomedical science. She is one step nearer to achieving her dream. I saw how happy she was, talking about the thing she is most passionate about and strongly believes in. I felt my heart break at this point. An image of myself a few years later sitting behind a desk doing some mundane job, getting through life with the same routine over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was no smile on my face and regret was all I could feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I told myself at the start of this year, I will focus more on photography. I will work towards my dream on becoming a well-known photographer. I will eat, smell, taste, live and breathe photography. It was a fucking goddamned lie. Where I am right now, I am drifting further and further away from it. All the shit work like marketing and intro to media, what good use is it in Photography. All the work thrown at my face, does it really matter at the end of the day. It's so stressful. I came here thinking it was the better choice, sure it's Poly, it's a safer path. My parents are happy. I guess I am too, after all it's stable. I won't lose my head, I won't go nuts stressing over deadlines that was so common when I did art, I won't go crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I am so fucking wrong.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is starting to haunt me that I didn't choose to go into art school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where I am right now, it sucks. I don't feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;about what I do. I don't want to goddamn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;breathe marketing forever. I feel like dropping out of school. I really do. It's really pointless. Like whye waste time and money? Photography is a part of me. It gets me through those hard morbid times when no one could do anything. How could I fucking be so stupid. I am going crazy just thinking of my life without photography. My last big photoshoot was months ago. While everyone is achieving their dreams, I am here struggling to get through school doing those awful tutorials. If I was in an art course, being immersed with art projects and having a much more difficult &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;time then in Media Studies, I will still be okay with it, because at least, I am doing what I am passionate about. &lt;em&gt;Whye did I never think of it that way. I can't believe I am right here right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The pain I feel can never justify the pain my heart really feels. I know this is going to hurt the people around me but I feel so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;irritated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; with myself that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't really care. It&lt;em&gt; really hurts&lt;/em&gt; to the point where I feel the need like inflict damage on myself. I feel like screaming, I feel like crying, I feel like sleeping. I need to justify the pain I feel. The next pictures I will take, it will be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bloody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I swear to you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will be the girl with the forgotten dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Keep on living in lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337369488773392514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/ShIlRX1YqII/AAAAAAAAALg/QaOZCUX4pyI/s320/i_wanna_cry_by_xxholicx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you think I'm trying to be a poseur, fuck off. I don't need your sympathy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368975035430114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/ShIkzeAtdOI/AAAAAAAAALY/x0sgoKwzP0E/s320/i_gave_you_my_heart___by_imnickle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/31204863-5175708995644040562?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/5175708995644040562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=5175708995644040562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5175708995644040562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5175708995644040562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-my-day.html' title='Make my day'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/ShIkzVDxvcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JVj9dUuzpVU/s72-c/12_morbid_ways_to_die_by_GiuliaNicole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-2478813534746831449</id><published>2009-05-17T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:05:10.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired, exhausted and fed-up by the enormous amount of workload thrown in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Okay maybe not really thrown but that's how it feels right now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't even know which comes first, everything is in a mess&lt;br /&gt;I just need some time to prioritize everything and a bit of time for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One more week till the pictures come in. I am so excited! I have high expectations cause it cost like $28 for an 4R size so yes lol. I can't wait to shop for the picture-frames and hang the pictures up all around the house!!! Oo, it is so exhilarating lol. It's been a long time since I have taken a family portrait. Cantwaitcantwait whoooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I ask myself why I am here. I could be doing, living, breathing photography if I went to NAFA. Was it the wrong choice?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to music like drinking caffeine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336726005478090482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sg_cBtwcZvI/AAAAAAAAALI/c8D92y3EIRg/s320/A_boy___and_A_girl__by_frixin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone's flying a plane outside my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-2478813534746831449?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/2478813534746831449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=2478813534746831449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2478813534746831449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2478813534746831449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/05/boooo.html' title='boooo'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Sg_cBtwcZvI/AAAAAAAAALI/c8D92y3EIRg/s72-c/A_boy___and_A_girl__by_frixin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-6524098267347620873</id><published>2009-05-11T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:54:33.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Mourning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday Mourning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the music block my emotions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lyrics drown my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I was the one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With those teary eyes today&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry I havent been there for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything else just seems more important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know if you leave tommorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart will be in two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334533136940716802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SggRn93m0wI/AAAAAAAAALA/pV_aI9XgsOs/s320/dae80de5e69cf871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong for me, I'll be strong for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-6524098267347620873?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6524098267347620873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6524098267347620873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6524098267347620873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6524098267347620873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-mourning.html' title='Monday Mourning'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SggRn93m0wI/AAAAAAAAALA/pV_aI9XgsOs/s72-c/dae80de5e69cf871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-7095410073924498948</id><published>2009-05-09T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:24:09.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the other half of 8th May</title><content type='html'>the worst thing happened on my way to city hall. i swear it was the most terrifying thing ever. &lt;em&gt;my past has come back to haunt me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a SLIGHTLY &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt; note (lol)&lt;br /&gt;dinner with Seran was pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to some restaurant in suntec that had free flow of drinks and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;! whoo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to binge eat because of the events in the morning and afternnoon and besides, I can binge eat as much as I want, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREEEEE&lt;/span&gt;. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate lots of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; before and after meal, mmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*some guy with weird eyes and constant dropping of chopsticks throughout dinner AND a phone call lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the meal was tasty (but i kinda regretted not taking the dumplings, nvmnvm next time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we walked and waffled till we came to the arcade where I saw &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;SILENT HILL&lt;/span&gt;!!! I was so &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;!!!! had to play seriously! andand I realized they charged cheaper than at Plaza Sing! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HALF THE PRICE&lt;/span&gt;! Rooooaaar. So yes, I will be going back to complete &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Silent Hill!&lt;/span&gt; Anyone wanna join me?:D We played just one round of &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt;. I died so fastD: Shocking. Lol. Seran was pretty good, he was like uber calm throughout the entire game. Where are all the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt; guys? Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY LA I WILL SIT ON THAT THNG ALRIGHT SERAN!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333502684145382578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SgRobuET9LI/AAAAAAAAAK4/znceLokYkt0/s320/look_at_me_by_SayinBayan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;stay on track. stay on track. stay on track.&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/31204863-7095410073924498948?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/7095410073924498948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=7095410073924498948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7095410073924498948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7095410073924498948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/05/other-half-of-8th-may.html' title='the other half of 8th May'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SgRobuET9LI/AAAAAAAAAK4/znceLokYkt0/s72-c/look_at_me_by_SayinBayan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-80623799446764445</id><published>2009-05-08T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:51:52.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th May is a horrible day.</title><content type='html'>Some of you will like to skip this post because this shows the totally unrefined side of me. Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th May is offically the most unlucky day of the entire year. The next year on this date, I'm going to barricade myself in my house and stay at home for the entire day. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MANY Series of Unfortunate Events that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;In the morning:&lt;br /&gt;1. I forgot to bring my EZ-Link Card to school and realized only when I was on board 111. I was already late and I couldn't go back to get my card. Thus I had to freaking pay coins which I'm having shortage of (please generously donate to Venetia Transportation Funds if you read this) I don't know how I'm gonna get home later. Somemore I have to travel to somewhere else before I go home.&lt;br /&gt;2. One side of my ear-piece, the protection cushion dropped off leaving one side of my ear listening to sharp music. Which means it's time to change my ear-piece and I'm extremely attached to it cause of the color. I don't think they sell this color anymore, shyt.&lt;br /&gt;3. (This didn't happened to me but I think it deserves a space here) Seran boarded the wrong train which almost made us late for class.&lt;br /&gt;4. I thought I lost my thumbdrive!!! I swear I was freaking out and kept on dumping my stuff out of my bag! All my O level Art pieces were inside that tiny thumbdrive and a part of my Music Library was inside!!!! IMAGINE ALL THE INFORMATION THAT PERSON WHO PICK UP MY THUMBDRIVE WOULD GET. I swear I was in a trance. BUT THANK GOD I found it in my wallet. I freaked out for half an hour for nothing! Fish. I couldn't join the rest of the girls for lunch. Eik Ming was pretty nice, she accompanied me to the tutorial rooms and north canteen to find my thumbdrive. Thankyou Eik Ming&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;5. This is where I lost it. I was shopping for nail polish and when I lifted up this bottle of nail polish to have a closer look, the bottle beside it fell, slide off the smooth surface and came crashing down to the ground!!! Fuck like seriously. Then the fucking salesgirl smiled at me which this sneaky little grin and said I had to pay for it. It's a fucking tester you ass, like the full amount is deemed UNREASONABLE. It was already HALF USED like you should charged me half price or something. FUCK HER. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up screaming and swearing my lungs out on the way back to school. I don't think I have ever cursed anyone that much. BUT SHE DESERVED IT. I still remembered her damn grin and her body language was given out all this negative vibes. Awful customer service. May you fall face down later on, break your nose and smash your front teeth and have pretty little scars all over your face. Fishes.&lt;br /&gt;5. I bought Bandung from the vending machine. There was no straw.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much the weather is against me as well, i was being deep fried under the sorching sun. To top it off I have this hideous pimple on my nose and tommorrow my folks are taking a family portrait. Fish. At least Eik Ming was beside me all this while. She's so nice, stood by me. Thankyou. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day hasn't ended yet, God pleasepleaseplease turn this day around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-80623799446764445?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/80623799446764445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=80623799446764445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/80623799446764445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/80623799446764445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/04/8th-may-is-horrible-day.html' title='8th May is a horrible day.'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-4961927192690448842</id><published>2009-04-30T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:06:56.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plain desperate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you're just plain desperate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that's not the way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you're 18 already, show some sense of maturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i thought your scars made you stronger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but instead you are sinking deeper and deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't always be there to save you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-4961927192690448842?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/4961927192690448842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=4961927192690448842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4961927192690448842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/4961927192690448842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/04/plain-desperate.html' title='plain desperate'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-6176361743712893716</id><published>2009-04-28T16:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:01:41.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmsigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tension.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's wrong seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I am going to make a fool out of myself tommorrow. Ohwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on a different note, i've the most amazing brother, period! i don't know what i'll do without him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329677674231089106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SfbRm1vfx9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/oYIDwbIbmfc/s320/n820558985_2414593_3436641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he's the dude on the right, his eyes are not that small lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;meet Sebastian, he is one year younger than me. even though he can be such a pain sometimes, when we are on good terms we will have a ball of time and today was one of those days(: he chased away those morbid thoughts for me. Thankyou!&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hide&amp;amp;seek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-6176361743712893716?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6176361743712893716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6176361743712893716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6176361743712893716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6176361743712893716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmsigh.html' title='hmmsigh'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SfbRm1vfx9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/oYIDwbIbmfc/s72-c/n820558985_2414593_3436641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-3269068720773401773</id><published>2009-04-26T17:20:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:26:19.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;optimism lead the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;so this is what I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up really late, ended up not going to the gym with dad cause he wanted to go at 9 but I refused to get up. ate brunch and went down to get apples. came home with 5 pretty ones just in case I ruined the first one or the second etc. Took a knife and started carving one, turned up really nice and ended up not needing the other 4, yay. Realized that I had to submersed the apple in a cup of salt water to prevent it from rotting. I wanted to eat the apple at the end of the shoot but I guess it would be too salty for my liking lol. Put on thick make-up for my eyes to exaggerate a bit. Started shooting, first ones turned out to be disappointing (I couldn't hold the apple straightD: The center kept facing either too left or too right) But in the end there were a couple of good shots! Happy:D The title of this series is plain, L.O.V.E. A sneak peek of what most of the picture would look like is right belooow. Went for dinner at NUS. The spaghetti was AWESOME! Yum. Then headed to Plaza Sing to get my tights for cheerleading on monday. Came home round 10-ish. Fell asleep at 1. (It's getting later and laterD:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to church and after that headed to IKEA with the family. I stayed behind and went to anchorpoint to do some retail therapy. I spent about 2 hours in a single shop trying on clothingD: and I went over my budget, dieeee. But the clothes were all worth it:D Now must savesavesave. It was pouring heavily and I had no umbrellaaaa. Everyone in the house was sleepingD: thus I had to wait at Dawson Place for the rain to simmer down. Sat at a bench and listened to music. Went home with a mild headache. I actually planned to photoshop all the pictures by today and post it all up but, I spent 2 hours outside which I didn't plan for it to happen. Was suppose to go out with Ricey too, ohwell we can meet each other in school tommorrow for awhile instead:D Vesper's first training is tommorrow! A mixture of fear/anxiety/excitement is bubbling within me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a random note, the clouds are really nice today:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times when I could just sprawl myself somewhere with friends, cloud-watch and enjoy each other's company for a whole day and not worry about anything. I guess that was a luxury then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was an understatment when I said the clouds were really nice today. The clouds was BEAUITFUL actually the whole sky was. It has been a long time since I jogged at the park downstairs my house so when I did today, I saw lots of beautiful sights. The clouds were like paintbrush dabs of white and grey against the blue sky. The sky had a mixture of dark orange, biege, pink and different tones of blue. There was this amazing sunset. The sun was like ember, it was as if it was on fire. I was in awe of everything I saw.. I wanted to go up and grab my camera but the sky stayed like this for less than 5 minutesD: So I couldn't take a picture at all. Continued jogging and I think cause it poured heavily today that's whye there are like moths everywhere? I was kissed by more than 7 moths on the face and I came home with the right side of my face feeling itchyD: lol. This evening was amaaazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328932268211541090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SfQrqf7dlGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/e6nZfFghiBU/s320/L.O.V.E..jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now off to html tutorials. Booo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-3269068720773401773?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/3269068720773401773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=3269068720773401773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3269068720773401773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3269068720773401773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SfQrqf7dlGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/e6nZfFghiBU/s72-c/L.O.V.E..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-7017540417415829794</id><published>2009-04-24T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:59:21.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now it's gonna get harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and it's gonna burn brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and it's gonna feel tougher each and every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;School has been WON-DER-FUL!!! Seriously lol. It has been an amazing week and even though lectures were boring to death, the tutorials made up for it. I never knew I could feel contented in my class. The people are really awesome!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today there was Creativity and Thinking skills. We were spilt into groups, I'm with Ei Thei, Shawn and Shermaine who are all really nice! Brainstorming was interesting and HIGHlarious! Lots of laughter and amusment. Hee. We gave ourselves positions such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Venetia = Creative Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ei Thei = Editor-In-Cheif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shawn = Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shermaine = Public Relations and Events Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I put our name in sequence. V.E.S.S. that's our Media Company! and we are 'PLEASING YOU ALWAYS':D lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It's like the 'Ugly Duckling' project all over again, designing logos! whoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lecture today was torture. I had lack of sleep from last night and I couldn't focus on what the lecturer was saying. I kept on doodling on my textbook to stay awake lol. After school headed to an ULU KFC for food with a bunch of people, I was hungryD: Ate, talked, laughed. (Seran takes really long to eat) Headed back to the MRT station and took the train home. Vanessa is a nice person to talk to:D On the bus, had the sudden urge to go back home and do some photography. My facebook picture is pretty old, decided to do some portraiture. Rushed home, washed up, prepared and snapped away. Quite happy with the turnout! Currently editing the picture now for facebook. &lt;em&gt;This week has been awesome, I just had to say it again. Lol.&lt;/em&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;you have no idea how many times the song is on repeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-7017540417415829794?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/7017540417415829794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=7017540417415829794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7017540417415829794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/7017540417415829794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-love-love.html' title='love love love'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-6242784220400068854</id><published>2009-04-23T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:19:54.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>care for an apple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;care for an apple?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went for Club Crawl yesterday and today. Walked around and checked out the booths. Contemplated on lots of clubs like the-makeup and foreign bodies etc. In the end got myself into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photography (of course)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NYPAL (i think lots of people from my course are in this)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VESPER!! (Cheerleading!! I know I don't look the type lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watched performances. Made lots of comments/remarks. Was persuaded to join Track &amp;amp; Field. Interviewed by a NYP TV reporter. Persuaded again to join Track &amp;amp; Field lol. It was getting a bit too loud and crowded inside so headed to the Stadium for a breather. Sat on the top and watched people play Frisbee (Dog Sport, I didn't know seriously lol) and people from Track throwing things that look like foam-made bombs that make this really interesting sound if you throw hard enough. The sky was lovely. Makes me wish I was a bird spreading my wings and flying with my head held high in the air. Headed home round 4 with Pei Wen, exhausted. Decided to make an effort and went to search on YouTube how to play 'intensity in ten cities' Practiced for bout 3 hours. I must say I'm proud of myself, I know how to play the intro and a bit of the chorus at the end of it:D Now on to the rest of the entire song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scriptwriting was... surprising lol. Had to do research on an article and explain whye it is newsworthy. Did group work. Bickered about the 2nd and 3rd choice, whether unexplained baby's death or 50 stabs was more newsworthy and who was going to present. Luq's article about the jap woman who added poisonous stuff into her curry and sold it to people made an interesting headline, 'Japanese Curry Killer' sounds like a band name lol. Didn't meet Adeline, had to carry the huge plastic bag home argh. Went for Club Crawl, wanted to see VESPER'S performance. Missed it because it was pushed forward but watched the recorded version. Watched some more performances and headed home. Now, eyeing this forever21 dress. Should I or should I not? Hmmmm. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I. Must. Do. The. Photoshoot. On. Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Off to the supermarket to get more apples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327863218507524178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/SfBfXncCqFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-TcOBkKPpaA/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-6242784220400068854?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6242784220400068854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6242784220400068854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6242784220400068854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6242784220400068854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/04/care-for-apple.html' title='care for an apple?'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/SfBfXncCqFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-TcOBkKPpaA/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-2008606436118830478</id><published>2009-04-21T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:35:43.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like where we are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;today in school we had only 2 hours of lessons. we watched some videos on how people did presentations. it was actually quite interesting. we had to study things like word-stress, voice variety, pitch, tone and body language. it was a bit like psychology. (i miss studying human nature) after class stayed back and showed mr. pang my 'portfolio' he was quite impressed i must say. said it was a pity that i didn't take design instead lol. (it's true that i miss art a lot) oh and i got the job (yay!) he also needed photographers to do some school's yearbook which i volunteered myself straightaway. he said that he wouldn't mind hiring me for that either! finally! client shoots! whoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;lunched with a group of people and headed to the computer lab to get the school programme installed into our computers. it turned out that we had to wait 2 hours till our turn which kinda pretty suck because tuesday is the only day we end early. upset and disappointed at the way things were handled but life's never fair. lol. so settled ourselves outside with good music (played by the guys), some singing and good company to keep ourselves entertained. it was pretty pleasant just sitting down at some random alleyway and listening to people playing music and waffling. seran could play ''intensity in ten cities'' just by listening to the song. i'm very impressed lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;went to peninsula after the installation (mine took uber loooong) cause seran needed to get new guitar strings. sat at fish &amp;amp; co for awhile and talked. on the way back, i was contemplating whether i should start learning how to play the guitar again. i mean now i've got classmates who can actually help me when i get stuck like they play more modern songs instead of the oldies or classical sort so they would know the songs that i play and help me when i get stuck or something. maybe i should just pick it up, it does look fun when they were playing. it would be awesome to be able to play ''inevitable'' or ''hiding inside this horrible weather'' okay maybe I should just do it:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;when i got back home, the words, ''in your arms'' emerged in my mind. i decided to google it and see what songs have ''in you arms'' in their lyrics and pop comes hello goodbye's here (in your arms) i've heard this song once before but wasn't very into it but after reading the lyrics and listening to the song again, it's actually quite nice:D though it's powerpop lol. oh i have to do ''ms whatsername'' photoshoot before Green Day's new album comes out which is May 15!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327105312526376194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zABRe2bdWMk/Se2uDro7HQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PIFQ_jEWwXw/s320/9e9369a06f23f97181180097cd80f63b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-2008606436118830478?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/2008606436118830478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=2008606436118830478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2008606436118830478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/2008606436118830478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-where-we-are.html' title='i like where we are'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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/_zABRe2bdWMk/Se2uDro7HQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PIFQ_jEWwXw/s72-c/9e9369a06f23f97181180097cd80f63b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31204863.post-3216224268343368420</id><published>2009-04-20T18:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:07:01.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school</title><content type='html'>first day school was alright i guess. the creativity part hasn't started yet. we had to introduce ourselves in every lesson. i think by now everyone knows each other well enough. during one of the classes we were suppose to choose a brand that represented ourselves. while brainstorming i realised, hey this is like art in secondary school like when you have to explain whye this person inspired you and whye it represented you etc. i chose anna sui who was also my inspiration for my art o level work. it felt weird embracing my creativity side in class cause like, idk media studies feels so logical and i thought advertising was supposedly to be next semester or something. i didn't know we would apply that much creativity into media studies. I thought it was like we were gonna use photoshop and do creative writing and video/audio production and that was all. it was like doing my art O level work again. Designing, advertising and selling your product. it felt good, just like old days. oh before that one of the lecturers was looking for someone to do templates for a webpage. i thought it was a good opportunity to get some experience and yes also i need the money lol. he said i had to bring my portfolio to school tommorrow which is what i'm doing now, tidying up my o level work for show tommorrow. i hope it's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird emotions are bursting out of me&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time for another emotional housecleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what doesn't kill you makes you stronger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-3216224268343368420?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/3216224268343368420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=3216224268343368420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3216224268343368420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3216224268343368420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-6672047214238221084</id><published>2009-04-18T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:05:49.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long week</title><content type='html'>It has been a pretty long week, a really long &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emotional rollercoaster&lt;/span&gt; ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee hours of Monday morning, I never knew I would have to go through another painful experience. &lt;em&gt;I thought I was right&lt;/em&gt; about it. But hey, I guess I let my own emotions get in the way. Maybe that's whye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He had the most amazing&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; laughter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up earlier than Ricey. Ended up lying in bed listening to music to get me through the day. After lunch it was time for the photoshoot. Covered Ricey's face with gold glitter and painted her eyelids and lips with gold paint. It was pretty exciting but I couldn't get my head into the photoshoot. &lt;em&gt;I felt so low. I guess it meant more than I could ever imagined.&lt;/em&gt; As a result, I can't say I did my best and the pictures I took were amazing. It was upsetting and demoralizing. But hey, everyone has their ups and downs and this was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days was spent worrying about poly orientation. About the activities, about the people, about the course, about how I was not going to be able to make friends or find people who's personality would click with mine (this was the main terror). This made me ALMOST half regret not putting visual communication as my first choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came thursday, woke up feeling exhausted from tumbling too much at night. Went to school with a not so open mind. Met Alex, Audrey, Kim and ShiHui and made our way to our NEW second home. Anxiety all over. Sat down in the auditorium trying to stay calm and cool. Kept extremely quiet and to myself because everyone seemed so 'scary'. Then came this girl in pink who sat beside me. She wore this big smile on her face and I could not help smiling back. She called Eik Ming, who turned out to be very nice and a Malaysian. Ended up talking to the people beside my right and Eik Ming's left. It felt really good. Lots os speeches and videos. Watch a comdey skit. Ice-breakers allowed me to know lots of other classmates. By the end of it I was pretty high. Oh there was this mass dance. My dance partner was Seran who turned out to be pretty taall. We were asked to dance on stage which was like wow, I would never do that back in Secondary school. It turned out to be quite awesome. Went home with Alastair, Russell and Seran. Came back extremely high, dear brother thought they served alcohol at the orientation. I seriously enjoyed myself and the orientation was way above expectations! I made more friends than I could imagined in a day and I enjoyed myself whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I came with a motto in my head, ''get high like planes!'' I was really high. Walked bare-footed around the track which turned out to be a pretty bad idea at the second station. It was like stepping on coals. Highlarious activities. Lots of screaming and cheering on members of MS0901. Everyone was pretty high too and we bonded as a class:D The water bomb fight was awesome so was transporting the pail from one end to another! The grand finale was good! Mr. and Miss. Freshie was entertaining. Ohoh and they had a skit followed by a short music performance. Luq from my class played the guitar which was pretty cool. They played Green Day's time of your life and Howie Day's Collide. Oldies but still great music. Got high, stood up with Eik Ming and Shermaine and sang and wave our hands in the air. Cheered for Luq and requested for an encore but to no avail. OGLs were awesome too and supportive! Got interviewed by some lady with a camera about the orientation. Said, I wouldn't mind if there was another orientation day tommorrow:P Ohoh and my classmates are awesome. Play soso many instruments and are music lovers just like me:D Finally, I've classmates who can actually headbang and rock on with my kind of music&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my school. I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my class. I &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;NYP. Monday come quickly won't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-6672047214238221084?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/6672047214238221084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=6672047214238221084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6672047214238221084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/6672047214238221084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-week.html' title='a long week'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-3720169222690390707</id><published>2009-04-01T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:15:45.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping</title><content type='html'>what happened to Venetia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. I've finally gotten an DSLR since 2 weeks ago&lt;3 So I've been pretty busy taking pictures and exprimenting while I still can before school starts. I got a Canon 450D which is SO MUCH better than the other two cameras that I was contemplating and even though my parents didn't pay for my camera but lent me the money to buy it, I feel awfully blessed. Btw, ive named my camera, WALL E:D I feel that something uber special to me should have a name. I will probaby update this blog with pictures when I have the time, meanwhile bear with my absence. Thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-3720169222690390707?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/3720169222690390707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=3720169222690390707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3720169222690390707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3720169222690390707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleeping.html' title='sleeping'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-439225078182812876</id><published>2009-03-09T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:22:47.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you terribly.</title><content type='html'>Alright so today I have been thinking about a good friend of mine who is currently overseas. I really miss her. There are so many things that I don't do anymore because she's not here and there are times when I would see something and go, ''hey she would love this'' or ''if she was here, we would do this together'' I feel that she took a part of me when she left. I haven't heard from her for a couple of weeks as where she is, internet connectivity is screwed up. There's so much I want to tell her. I really am longing to meet her again. Hopefully we can, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still contemplating whether I should get a job or not. I really need the money to spend on myself and on the other hand I feel that I should spend the time praticing photography and picking up skills while I have the time. Photography has been pretty good(: &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I can say safely that I have improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and this happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday I was on my way to my grandmum's house. I stopped by the bridge to take pictures of the birds and running water below when this middle-aged philipino man was walking towards me and noticed what I was doing. Soon, he started talking to me about photography and I thought to myself it's basic courtesy and besides he's talking about photography so it's pretty safe to continue the conversation. Then after he introduced himself and took out his hand. I shooked it and introduced myself. I thought that this was the end of the conversation when later on he asked whether he could have my phone number I was like !!!!!!. So I told him kindly that I don't give out my number (to strangers and people on the street) and thank God he took it and wished me a good day which I returned as well. &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Freaky. Maybe if I was an American or a Westerner, he would probably be much lucky.&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/31204863-439225078182812876?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/439225078182812876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=439225078182812876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/439225078182812876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/439225078182812876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-you-terribly.html' title='I miss you terribly.'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-8394549160021458215</id><published>2009-03-01T15:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:13:41.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posty no.3</title><content type='html'>The sky is pouring again. I just love it when it rains, it makes me feel so at peace with the world.&lt;br /&gt;Today was very umm unpredictable. I went to church with only the expectation of eating ice-cream with Cheryl and this new Ice-cream parolour called 'Pukka' and Youth Meeting to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;After the youth meeting, Cheryl and I had to cross to the other side of the road to take a bus to Pukka. When we reached there was this black car parked near the bus stop. There were loud voices coming from the car. At first, I thought they were having a loud 'enjoyable' conversation but turns out the couple in the car was having a heated argument! I swear, it was so dramatic. They were speaking in Chinese. The women kept saying let me go let me go!(In chinese) and I could hear someone getting slapped as well. The whole thing was pretty scary. I could only remember that the men and women kept shouting what do you want me to do at each other! Just when I couldn't take all the screaming neemore and was about to call Eric for help. I was so worried the women was going to get physically injured real bad, the women managed to free herself and she ran down the pavement crying. Sigh people these days. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;Pukka was interesting. Their Ice-cream was good but unforgettable really. They had stopped hiring peopleD: I should have signed up the last time! All the NUS people took up all the vacanies, damn! Neeway, I left my phone number and name just in case they have vacancies later on.&lt;br /&gt;When I was waiting for the bus stop, this really 'weird' lady who was wearing this bright long lime green dress with long grey hair came to sit beside me. I mean I guess it was okay but she smelled strangely of rubbish. And when we got into the bus, she looked at me ina very uncomfortabke manner and at first she wanted to sit in front of me but she changed her mind and sat directly behind me! The smell was upsetting me and I felt so uncomfortable with that! I had this naggy feeling she was doing black magic behind my back. But lol I guess my imagiation is wild.&lt;br /&gt;The word of the day, ''Bizarre'' with the capital B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what I want anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yea and Happy Birthday Rainer!!May you have your heart's desire today! HAHA. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not sure whether you come here though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-8394549160021458215?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/8394549160021458215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=8394549160021458215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/8394549160021458215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/8394549160021458215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/03/posty-no3.html' title='posty no.3'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-3411681574970373689</id><published>2009-02-26T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:02:27.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posty no.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yay my camera's fixed! i. am. so.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'm so bored stuck at home. no job and no school = nothing. i've been thinking of ideas for photos&lt;em&gt;hoots, reading books and baking to pass time. i wish something exciting happens. ohwell. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;lent has already started so i've begun throwing stuff out my life (including you). i think lent is very refreshing. i'm always better when lent starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i need a job SOON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-3411681574970373689?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/3411681574970373689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=3411681574970373689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3411681574970373689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/3411681574970373689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/02/posty-no2.html' title='posty no.2'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-5158901678463841731</id><published>2009-02-24T17:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:26:02.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;this post has no pictures because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i broke my camera yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;actually wait, not exactly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;one of the legs of the tripod stand slipped and my camera came falling down! so there, it wasnt entirely my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ohwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;so woke up early and went to Canon to get my Camera repaired. Oh My (G) It's gonna cost me about $160 to get new lens for my camera! &lt;em&gt;I. Nearly. Died. &lt;/em&gt;I didn't know it will cost so much. So yes I couldn't ask my Dad to pay 160 dollars. So I took responsibilty (it was partly my fault). I'm paying 3-quarters of the amount. It didn't hurt so much than expected. I guess cause it's my camera and it means a lot to me. I swear when the man took it away my heart was screaming &lt;em&gt;my baby my baby,&lt;/em&gt; doubt my sanity whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;on to much more happier thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was suppose to cycle with Cheryl at Botanic Gardens. But I swear, our plans kept changing! In the end, we had our 'pinic' at the basement of Vivo City and we walked from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIVO CITY&lt;/span&gt; all the way to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WEST COAST PARK&lt;/span&gt; since we wanted to do something outdoorsy. Clouds decided to pour on us halfway along the way. Walked past buildings that reminded us of Malaysia. Highways. Weird truckdrivers kept smiling at us. Blisters on my toes as expected. Lots of pretty sights. You can say it was tiring yet refreshing(: There were lots of interesting things but no camera; sadD: Cheryl was sweet to walk with me all the way to another bus-stop to take a bus to the interchange when there was already a bus she could take back home at West Coast. Thankyou(:&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 feel so naked without a camera, gotta borrow one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-5158901678463841731?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/5158901678463841731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=5158901678463841731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5158901678463841731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/5158901678463841731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/02/posty.html' title='posty'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-1749662747569338743</id><published>2009-02-23T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:12:29.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of the end.</title><content type='html'>It's time after 2 short years (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome. I will be back soon when I have something worthy to post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile stick around and make yourself comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/31204863-1749662747569338743?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/1749662747569338743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=1749662747569338743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/1749662747569338743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/1749662747569338743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2009/02/start-of-end.html' title='The start of the end.'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-116695643457043080</id><published>2006-12-24T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:33:54.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>Grant me a shooting &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;star&lt;/span&gt; tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-116695643457043080?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/116695643457043080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=116695643457043080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/116695643457043080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/116695643457043080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-christmas-eve.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-116688362675801679</id><published>2006-12-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:38:27.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SATURDAY ALREADY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's Saturday already!!! It's already the Eve of Chritmas Eve!!! I'm toatlly not ready for Christmas! I haven written any of my Christmas Cards!!! I have not wrap up my presents!!! And I haven gotten all my Christmas Gifts for everybody yet!!! Ahh shyt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's getting more and more depressing each day, as I've found plenty of other reasons that broke my Heart ever so easily. I'm still in a trance behaving like a lifeless vessel. I hate my over-imaginative mind. Making up stupid reasons for things that just doesn't seem right. I ask myself why I think too much, making myself incredibly miserable. I guess, it's just my nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm scared of what's happening. I'm scared of the Future. I'm scared of the Past. I'm just plain scared of Everything, including myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perfection is what I strongly desire to have but still like a lifeless vessel, I'm screwing up my entire existence. I just hate myself. I just can't seemed to get anyhting right. I always thought the problem lie within others, not me. But it's all my fault. Blame my over-sensitive'ness'. Blame my imperfection. Blame my existence. I just can't take it anymore. I have no idea what I'm doing. I miss does days whem you can sing and dance in the rain not caring bout anything. Where's the moon??? It's not outside my bedroom window anymore ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... and it's back to getting my mind straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the wondering still goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you still love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enough said. It's getting worst.&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/31204863-116688362675801679?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/116688362675801679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=116688362675801679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/116688362675801679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/116688362675801679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-saturday-already.html' title='IT&apos;S SATURDAY ALREADY!!!'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-116677605783594166</id><published>2006-12-22T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:42:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Could somebody remind me what's Christmas bout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean seriously, it doesn't feel the same anymore. Instead it feels terribly depressing and completely pissoffing. I don't understand why everyone is so happy and singing christmas carols ( seriously getting on my nerves) and sadly, I don't see anything in Christmas anymore. I'm not totally not ready for Christmas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's there to Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You turned away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Give me a book of spells and I might show you a thing or two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-116677605783594166?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/116677605783594166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=116677605783594166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/116677605783594166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/116677605783594166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_22.html' title='...'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-116047574330698335</id><published>2006-10-10T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:38:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IfOnLyThEsKyCoUlDsHeD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmm... EOYs ain't like last year's... It's getting damn stressful... Sigh sigh... Fail... Shyt... Currently taking a break now with low fat milk  and oatmeal cookies haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday: Tralala.. As I sing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmm... Can't seem to shed any tears.. Was I meant not meant to shed any?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmms... Anyway went to church to study (Hmm just felt like a need to) So went to church to study ALONE... Hahas... Reached church at 4.30, went to reflect for awhile in church and heard someone playing the piano at the basement... Went down to see... Saw some male figure.. Decided to not make myself notcied and secretly went to sat at the benches and listen. Omg... That PERSON who was playing the piano ROCK!! HE was singing toooo!!! HIS voiceeee rox!!! While studying, (couldn't take it) sang along too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After 45 min, sadly, the person stopped and walked passed my direction... Frightened to be noticed well, cause I don't think he knew there was somebody listening to him playing and singing (and paiseh) looked down.. But before I did, I took a glimpse and saw that it was FATHER VALERIAN!!! OMGOMG SO HE WAS THE ONE WHO WAS PLAYING THE PIANOOOO!!!!! HE WAS THE ONE WHO WAS SINGINGGGG!!!!! HE WAS THE ONE WITH THE BEAUTIFUL VOICEEE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OMGOMG.. Haha so said Hi... and gave alot of compliments!!! OMGOMG... HIS VOICE IS DAMN NICEEE! GO HEAR GO HEAR!!!! Haha... Hmm... Overall, it felt good studying at the church... The only people was the caretaker and the priests... (Starting to miss the place...) Sigh sigh... Well at least today wasn't that bad.. YAY!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today: If only the sky could shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmms... Maths and Chem... Okay... Shytshytshyt... It was all just a piece of shyt... I DIDN'T FINISH THE CHEM PAPERR!!!!!!!!!!! AHHH OMG CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!!!!!!!!! I felt damn stupid... I COULDN'T CRY EITHER BY THAT FACT!!! OMG WAT'S WRONG??? Don't care... I'm gonna go home and cut onions... Rahhh =.- I-M-U-S-T-L-E-T-O-U-T-E-V-E-R-Y-TH-I-N-G... Okay... Now i'm sounding like an insane person -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay during break... (Trying not to feel so miserable and went around doing stupid stuff...) Well, at least made a few people laugh... Haha... =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MATHS WAS EXTREMELY TERRIBLY DIFFICULT!!!! AHHH! GREAT GREAT GREAT... I SEE CROSS MARKS ALL OVER MY PAPER! AHHHH.... +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I must have done something wrong to deserve all this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's been so long... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why hasn't the clouds poured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You saw me in pain and yet... you didn't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You broke your promise.. and my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;Hmm, I shall end on a happier note haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;(Something that I wrote in church... I didn't edit it so it sux...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;You made me remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;How to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;Calm, serenity I can feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;As I gazed upon the beauty of your smile and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;The sweetness of your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;The sincerity that I saw in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;You filled me with faith that I lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;Hope and warmness that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;I had once forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;As you cradle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;With your whispers of assurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;That you would always be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;I believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;For you filled the emptiness that haunts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;With your love and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;Took away the loneliness that kills me slowly and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;Cause, you were there for me even when I didn't noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-116047574330698335?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/116047574330698335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=116047574330698335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/116047574330698335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/116047574330698335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/10/ifonlytheskycouldshed.html' title='IfOnLyThEsKyCoUlDsHeD'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115978287328384657</id><published>2006-10-02T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:25:41.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;OmgOmgOmg... EOY Exams are here!!! I NOT READY YET!!! Sniff sniff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Haha it seems that running is a very VERY good way to DE-STRESS!!! Trust me! I like ran 16 rounds round the track last Wed and I felt DAMN GOOD after that.. It kinda makes you feel like you are trying to run away from reality, your probelms, your worries, sadness and misery and stuff!! +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;I seriously need to cry my heart out... I don't know why... But it seems that I can't take it anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Well today was okay... I WISH I WAS STILL IN PRI SCHOOL! (THEN DON'T NEED TO GO TO SKOOL TODAY!!! +.+) Haha ok this is just great this is what happened during PE today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;(Running around the school's small track)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Nithiya: OMGOMG ARE YOU SERIOUS??? DON'T SCARE ME LEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Me: What? What? (Went to buy rubberband from School Bookshop cause mine broke.. So was late.. -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Nithiya: Thrinh say our Art exam is next Monday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Thrinh: Yes it is on a Monday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Me: !!??!! YOU SERIOUS OR NOT THRINIH! DON'T SCARE ME LEH!! I THOUGHT IT WAS ON A FRIDAY!! OMGOMGOMG.. I HAVEN REALLY STARTED YET!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Great, just great... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;This shows how prepared I am for my art exam.. (Shyt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Okay seriously freaking tired today... Ended up getting whacked and poked by GABRIELLE (TRUST ME! IT WASN'T THE FRIENDLY TYPE OKAY!!) Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;As the days goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;And you realize there's a reason to live for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I won't live for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will live with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115978287328384657?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115978287328384657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115978287328384657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115978287328384657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115978287328384657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/10/reason.html' title='A reason...'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115927642227171955</id><published>2006-09-26T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:07:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Okay! Shyt! Today I'm officalli starting to lose my mind!!!! Cause...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Symptom 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ain't high anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Symptom 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Getting pissed off damn easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Symptom 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Have the craving to go excercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Symptom 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Keep on making mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Symptom 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ain't paying much attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sigh... I'm getting so pathetic man... Haha well today was an EXTREMELY ordinary day... Nothing much la... The first few periods of school were like DAMMIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh ya and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Nithiya: VENETIA YOU HAVE GOT RED PAINT AT THE BACK OF YOUR UNIFORM! (EXCLAIMED SO LOUD I THINK EVERYBUDDY HEARD!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Venetia: !!??!!! OMGOMG WHEREWHEER? SHYT! MUST BE FROM PAINTING YESTERDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;OMG... IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE STAINED MY UNIFORM OR SOMETHING! RAHH! So spent the first few minutes from biology lesson to hide in the toliet to clean the stupid RED paint OFF! RAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Then during Chinese, I tried to be as HIGH as I NORMALLY would be... But wasn't... Great.... I was so gonna lose my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;At least today I finished my three quarters of my art man!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Haha everybuddy was like 'OHHH! IT IS A BIRD!' Cause my painting of a bird didn't exactly look like one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;And I spent most of the last half an hour making fun of Nithiya! THANKS NITHIYA! Haha! (Or ya and I apologize for being so crude... I was just having fun! I didn't mean anything I said LOL! =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;SHYT MAN! RAHH! TODAY I WAS DAMN STRESSED UP MAN! AND THE BEST THING OF ALL IS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I DONNOE WHY?!!!????!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Great... Just great man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;I was like so stressed up today that I took the bus and halfway stopped at somewhere in between tiong bahru plaza and Gan Eng Seng Sec that area and walked all the way home to Strathmore Ave area... OMG I FELT DAMN GOOD AFTER THAT!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;What's wrong man....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Hold me &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tight&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;For I need &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;I need &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to care for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;I need &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to be there for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;I need &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to tell me that everything's gonna be &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Willl&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115927642227171955?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115927642227171955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115927642227171955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115927642227171955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115927642227171955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/09/losing-my-mind.html' title='Losing my mind'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115866879444772355</id><published>2006-09-19T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:31:36.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Imperfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Another Imperfection-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rahh! I just realize that I have yet another flaw, which is that I worry too freaking much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;............................................................................................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is so pathetic! How can I be like this? Omg!!!!! I care too much and I worry too much! Why? Why WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;............................................................................................... Sigh... Everything doesn't seem right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Single, taken or crushing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Are you happy with your &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;+.+ (What do you think?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Depends who he is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Have you ever had your heart &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;D-U-H! -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Do you believe there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes? Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Would you take &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; someone if he/she cheats you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm... Depends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Have you talk about marriage with another before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nopes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Do you want children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If it is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt;'s will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. How many?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2 or moreee?! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10.Would you &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; adoption?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm... I don't mind... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. If someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his/her feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me face to face!!! Haha (or &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; a poem to meee! =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting into relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Depends... SOME ARE &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DAMN &lt;/span&gt;STRESSFUL LEH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;, what is the furthest you and your ex did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don have an ex! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;14. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Depends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;15. Are you romantic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Erm... I can't answer that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;16. Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Haha did &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;alreadi&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;17. If you could married somewhere, where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dunno... A place where you can seee many many MANY SHOOTING&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; STARS&lt;/span&gt;!!! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;18. Do you easily give in when you are &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;YESYESYES! RAHH! FLAW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;19. Do you have&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; feelings&lt;/span&gt; for someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yupp Yupp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;20. Have you ever wished you could have had someone but you messed it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;YESYESYES!!! RAHH! WHY MUST &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;REMIND&lt;/span&gt; MEEE!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;21. Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not that I &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;22. If one day your best friend fell in love with the boy/girl you deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will give in... The right one will come&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ntually&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;23. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yupp &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yupp&lt;/span&gt;!! +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Yes Bernice, I have done the quiz alreadi... HAPPY NOW?! =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh ya and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Y 15th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GOD BLESS YA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115866879444772355?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115866879444772355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115866879444772355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115866879444772355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115866879444772355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-imperfection.html' title='Another Imperfection'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115841629119370129</id><published>2006-09-16T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:36:11.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, a complicated 'thing'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Rn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey gurl!!! Hey, don be sooo upset over that heartless, insensitive, meanie, @#$%^&amp;* guy k!!! He ain't worth wasting your time and love on!!! K!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey bernice cheer up k? Love has it ups and downs... it ain't sweet all the time... So please promise me you will NOT STOP LOVING just because of that #$%^&amp;amp;* guy k!!! Rahh! Cannot take it! Can't believed got such guy exist man! HEARTLESS GUY!!! RAHH! Hey... There is a guy out THERE that deserves to be loved by you okay? It is just that you haven found him yet so please don stop loving k!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know that you are heartbroken but don't dwell on the past okay? Let go... I noe it is difficult but please PLEASE at LEAST TRY to LET GO K!!! There's no point on dwelling on the past... What's done is done... You can either fix it or move along and learn from it... There's nothing else you can do but just thank him for the memories you had with him, when he made you smile and made you happy when you were sad even though he is a #$%^&amp;* guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you ever need me, i will always be here for you k! Haha just give me a call, sms, msn or something k!!! If you ever want to vent your anger also can k!!! Haha... Cheer up k!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ch&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you too k&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey Christel! Don't be so sad that you didn't get the 'picture' that you wanted k!!! He ain't the only guy there is in the entire world who can cure the loneliness you feel in your heart k! There is another guy out there who could be much BETTER than HIM!!! So be patient and wait... He will appear at the right time! Haha... Oh ya you also... Please don't stop loving too k! Just because you didn't suceed to get your 'picture' k! Cheer up k!!! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please don't dwell on the past okay! He ain't worth your love and time... Give it to a guy who deserves to be loved by you k!! You will only be wasting your time hoping and waiting that by a ray of hope, he would like you when you could be with someone who will definetly TREASURES you and will APPRECIATE you k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey you too k! Haha , if you ever need me, I wlll always be here for you!!! Haha... Take care!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, Love is just such a complicated 'thing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are soo many different points of view about what exactly love is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rahh... Damn confusing man... +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I tried to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I gave you chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I just don't feel the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I kept my mouth shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinking that I might someday like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I can't bear to break your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I being too nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That I'm sacrificing my own happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What the hell am I doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115841629119370129?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115841629119370129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115841629119370129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115841629119370129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115841629119370129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-complicated-thing.html' title='Love, a complicated &apos;thing&apos;'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115789295383300756</id><published>2006-09-10T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:55:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Of The Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Story Of  A &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; (Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Written by: &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Venetia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;In the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;midst&lt;/span&gt; of a flower &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;That was like no &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Was a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;There was nothing &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;She was not the&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; prettiest&lt;/span&gt;  one &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;among &lt;/span&gt;them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;But she had a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; that was like no &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Day&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; by&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;She &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;waits&lt;/span&gt;  anxiously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;to come &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;She &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wonders&lt;/span&gt; whether he was &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Is he &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;missing &lt;/span&gt;her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;She &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;dances&lt;/span&gt; in her &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Her soft smooth purple &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;petals&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Moving &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;gracefully &lt;/span&gt;in the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Expressing  the&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;She &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; deep down in her &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Autumn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;He is still &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; back &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;She grows a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; older and an inch &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;It seemed like&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;When he &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Leaving&lt;/span&gt; her feeling lonely and &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;She &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;stays&lt;/span&gt; awake &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Looking&lt;/span&gt; at the stars &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;twinkling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;In the dark&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt; sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;He made a&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;On a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;That he &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be back for &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And they&lt;/span&gt; would &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt; they&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; have&lt;/span&gt; always &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hear the&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;It &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; cradle&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Making all the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; seemed so&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; far&lt;/span&gt; away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;And hold you &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;She is growing&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;She is growing &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;stiffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Her petals have turned &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;And the&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; colour&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;faded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He is&lt;/span&gt; still &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not back&lt;/span&gt; yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;It seemed &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pointless&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; on waitng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yet &lt;/span&gt; she's  &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;For she&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; trust&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;That he would &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; back for &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;When she &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;live the&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Of the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;distant days&lt;/span&gt; that she had &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;For she &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;made &lt;/span&gt;a promise &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; always be &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; waiting for&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; you\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Till &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;wilt&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115789295383300756?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115789295383300756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115789295383300756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115789295383300756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115789295383300756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/09/story-of-flower.html' title='The Story Of The Flower'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115717177087659760</id><published>2006-09-02T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T14:02:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLI!! IT IS SEPTEMBER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Argh! Finalli!! It is SEPTEMBER!!! August has been a miserable month man... There was so many relationship problems everywhere... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Short summaries of my weekdays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Monday!- HAPPY BIRTHDAY CATERINA!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I had cca. (IJYM) We had a party cause it was the last week of cca for this term and i guess alsop cause it was Caterina's birthday. We played a game that I was pro at! YAY MAN! Haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;(Forgot the title! +.+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Killer Frog: Suppose to kill the number of files without the "fly" in the center finding out who it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Fly in the center: Suppose to guess who the killer frog is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The rest of the ppl are files who are gonna be killed by the killer frog!!! -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;We were suppose to sit in a circle and somebody was suppose to sit in the circle. The person in the center of the circle was to guess who was the 'killer frog'. So we closed our eyes and the person who was facilitating the game was to tap on a person's shoulder and that person would be the killer frog amd the killer frog is suppose to kill as much files as possible withut the ceter person knowing. So yup I killed the highest number of flies!!! Yay man!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then we played another game (Which I sux at! =.-) and then we had a party!!! And then we sang the 'Happy Birthday' Song to Caterina!! Once again HAPPY BIRTHDAY CATERINA!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wednesday!- HAPPY BIRTHDAY BHAVANI!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Haha it was Bhavani's birthday today so we went out with her to Tiong Bahru. It was raining heavilly today man! +.+ I went home (Clarice followed cause she stays at Choa Chu Kang!) to eat lunch.. Then went to meet Bhavani at 4 something... We went to take neo prints! OMG I LOOKED SO WEIRD LA! MY SMILES ALL FAKE ONE!!! RAHH!! After that we went to shop for Teacher's Day presents... While hunting for teacher's day present, I was making alot of stupid jokes cause well it was Bhavani's brithaay so I tried to make her laugh and suceeded yay man! So overall the whole outing was fun! =D Then after that Bhavani said that this was one of her best birthdays ever!!! Cause of Clarice and me! (Aww... Sniff sniff +.+) And cause of -ahem-! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Thursday!-TEACHER'S DAY CELEBRATION!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today was Teacher's Day Celebration! YAY MAN! We had a party in class and I was kinda the dj! Haha... We had chocolate banana cake and oreo cheesecake, all from secret recipe!!! (Damn tasty!!! AND FATTENING! MUST GO RUN AGAIN!) We were pratically watching the high school musical music videos! Alex and me were singing along!! (OMG I THINK I SANG LIKE SHIT! OL!) And so was most of the class! Sigh... Mr. Wong is leaving the school after this term!!! BYE MR. WONG!!! Sniff.. He is seriously a good co-teacher lol! (In some ways!) Anyway we had a performance and stuff... This year's teacher's day video was sooo short lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;After that met Christelyn! At the mrt Station! So took the train back with Clarice and her! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I thank you for the memories....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When I smiled naturely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When I was purely  happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When nothing seemed to be able to make me miserable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;But time flies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;You have changed... And so have I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Even if we were together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;It would not be the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;So thus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have to let you go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I know that I'm going to hate myself for doing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115717177087659760?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115717177087659760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115717177087659760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115717177087659760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115717177087659760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/09/finalli-it-is-september_115717177087659760.html' title='FINALLI!! IT IS SEPTEMBER!!'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115660124329737544</id><published>2006-08-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:07:23.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Retreat Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hello!!!!!!! Haha I'm like back from the retreat camp. Omg it was soooo &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; can!!! So sad that it was only like two days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;First Day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When Christelyn and I went up  to the attic we were soooo &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;, it reminded us of our &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;confi&lt;/span&gt; camp!!! AHHH.... Good&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; times&lt;/span&gt; man all the way +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;We were spilt into 4grps with 5 in a group and played some games... (Yay! Maria was in my grp! But &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, Christelyn, Daniella and Melissa were spilt up into&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; different &lt;/span&gt;grps soo sad! =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Game 1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It was some game called Grandma, Hunter and Bear... So the grandma can beat the Hunter, The hunter will kill the bear and the bear will eat the grandma (Something like scissors, paper stone). So we &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;spilt&lt;/span&gt; into 2 grps and when we have decided who we wanted to be, we were suppose to stand infront of our opponents and on the count of 3, we were suppose to show the actions for example, one grp is the Hunter (Show the action of using a gun to shoot) and the other one is the bear (Stand on &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; leg and put your hands up)  so the ppl who are hunters were suppose to catch the ppl who were acting as the bear. (Grandma was just crouching down with a walking stick) If you catch a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Girl- 50pts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Leader- 100pts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Girl in &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;IJ&lt;/span&gt; blue- 150 pts... (WTH! I had to run for my life la! -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Game 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;OKAY I THIS WAS THE MOST &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;DISGUSTING &lt;/span&gt;GAME AT THE CAMP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It was an extremely hot day with the&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; sorching&lt;/span&gt; sun directly above us!!! Thus, we were sweating like &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;!! There were two pails for each grp... One with water the other empty... We were suppose to transport the weater from the pail to the empty one. (Okay that's not realli that difficult.) Using two sponges to soak up the water and guess where did we have to place the sponges? UNDER OUR &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ARMPITS&lt;/span&gt;!!!! OMG AND EVERYONE WAS &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SWEATING&lt;/span&gt; LIKE SHITT!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Game 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;We were suppose to transport water again this time in those small plastic bags in a certain time... One girl from each group was to be at the end and was to fill the bag with water (Obviously had to tied the bags also) and passed to the next &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; and the person was to pass to the other person until the bag reaches the end... We were not allowed to move from our spots and so, we were suppose to throw and catch. But unfortunately, the plastic bags were not tied &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;properly&lt;/span&gt; so ya... I was pratically drenched...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;THEY &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;REUSED&lt;/span&gt; THE WATER FROM GAME 2. OMG LOL! (I smelled like a mixture of BO's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Later in the  night, we did some sharing and stuff... (Too long for me to write out +.+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Day 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;We woke up at 8, went to bathe and got ready for breakfast and the trip to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Camelite&lt;/span&gt; Monastry. OMG... The trip to the Camelite Monastry was soo interesting man! (Oh and I bought a cross from there aha...)  At the end of the whole thing,  Maria and I said that when we turned 40 and if we are still single, we will become Cameilte &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Nuns&lt;/span&gt;! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... But seriously, I don't mind that kind of &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;. -_- So pratically on the way back to the retreat centre at St Theresa's Church, maria and me were pretty much talking about the pros of being a camelite nun and the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;WHAT IF'S&lt;/span&gt; if we became one... ahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Went back for lunch and had mass after that and abit more sharing.... (I tasted the wine that the priest usually drinks for the mass omg, it tasted nice! =.-) After the mass, I took a bunch of pink, red and white roses home. (They were soo &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;NICE&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Overall, it was seriously &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt; and enriching aha.... Omg enjoyed it sooo much!!!! +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ahh... I'm in the middle of doing some soul &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;searching&lt;/span&gt;... To find the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; me... Out of all the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;masks&lt;/span&gt; that covers the real &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Surprisingly, I have FINALLY become alittle bit more &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; towards &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; so ya... &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wrote&lt;/span&gt; this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;-Let Go-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Once upon a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sitting at a corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Of an empty room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Something &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;reminded&lt;/span&gt; me about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The memories I had with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It was one of the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;happiest&lt;/span&gt; time I ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just thinking about those &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Made me &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Even though it was a long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I could still feel the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Like it was just yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wish it &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;feeling &lt;/span&gt;lasted for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Did you ever feel the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; longs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It took me so long to finally &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The way I felt for &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But now it has come back to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;haunt &lt;/span&gt;me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;There's just &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;That was able to make me &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The fact that we both felt the same at &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Made me think that there was still &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;For you &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;So I hold on to the&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But it seems to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Confusing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hurting&lt;/span&gt; my heart even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;So I got to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Of this&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I know that we can't go &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Don't look back and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt; on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;For a better &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It seems that my melody prince might be fading... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115660124329737544?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115660124329737544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115660124329737544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115660124329737544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115660124329737544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-from-retreat-camp.html' title='Back from Retreat Camp'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115606985165226139</id><published>2006-08-20T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:49:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEING CONFUSED! (THE WORST THING I WANNA FEEL!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;... Okay this is getting &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; pissoffing...Argh! I had &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; the way I felt towards that person! (It took me &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt; to forget and now it is back to haunt me AGAIN... Great... -_-) Argh! But &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; reminded me of it today... WHY? Omg I'm so &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;! Why? Why? For the first time in months I'm realli realli am&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; purely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;... PLEASE PLEASE I REALLI REALLI DON WAN IT TO BE WHAT I'M &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;THINKING&lt;/span&gt;. ARGH! I CAN'T TAKE THIS... (This cannot be happening to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Okay this is getting too pissoffing for me too &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;handle&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; understand&lt;/span&gt;... Argh&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; CONFUSED&lt;/span&gt;! +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(I need to go for a looong walk or a looong bus ride... Too &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; has been happening and I have been neglecting my &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; just to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;avoid &lt;/span&gt;everything) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anybody can promise a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But not a happy&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;How do I know whether I can &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It is very &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; for me to trust &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There is another&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; side&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;... That you don't &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115606985165226139?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115606985165226139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115606985165226139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115606985165226139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115606985165226139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/08/being-confused-worst-thing-i-wanna_20.html' title='BEING CONFUSED! (THE WORST THING I WANNA FEEL!)'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115589520765673190</id><published>2006-08-18T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:52:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is coming... -_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Argh!I'm so confused man! Alot of things have happened recently... Argh...... Ahh anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aha anyway I will just talk about today then... Haha... =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today I had art class (Had no mood for art as in seriously... Tried drawing and it looked like shit man!) Ahhh.... After art was accounts.. I left my accounts homework in the Art room and I went back to get it and guess where I found it? In the Recycling Bin all crumbled up! +.+ Argh... Oh well at least I still have the homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Waa today there was this quarrel between this group of friends. So sad... Sniff snif...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Melody Prince.... Are we binded together by our feelings? Am I blinded by my feelings and can't see the truth?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115589520765673190?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115589520765673190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115589520765673190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115589520765673190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115589520765673190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-is-coming.html' title='The time is coming... -_-'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115522238186684505</id><published>2006-08-10T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:06:22.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more days to be releasesd from "prison!" +.+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hehe when I meant prison I meant the fact that I'm unable to so called use the computer for so called lesuire purposes! Hehe... AHH! Can't Sunday come any faster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Short Records on what happened for the past few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Monday- YAY! Got a C for my 2.4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Today I rerun my 2.4 and got a C! (Yay! I confirmed will get  GOLD! Haha... -_-) Oh ya and today Mr. Seow (My Art Teacher =.-) almost made me fainted from telling me that the due date for the 5 mounting boards to be handed in was next Mon! (OMG LA! I haven even done any of the composition la! +.+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tuesday- School National Day Celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;The school National Day Celebration was so fun can? Haha... I was like singing along with everybody (Which rarely happens... I have no idea what came over me =.-) Ya so Clarice was like "Venetia why you so high today?!" Can tell some ppl were shocked la... Haha... I'm suppose to be the quiet type and not the outgoing type... Haha... =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh ya and I went out with Thrini today to Taka! Haha we actualli went to Cini Leisure to take Neoprints (OMG! The pictures turned out damn weird la!) Haha but it was damn funny and it made us  laugh like hell... +.+ We went to KFC at Taka for lunch and just to shop, walk and talk... Haha... (Spent alot of money la! -_-) We went to Art Friend and Thrini bought some stuff... Haha... We spent most of our time tempting each other to buy stuff haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday- Happy Birthday Singapore! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Today is Singapore's 41st Birthday man! Haha HAPPY BRITHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Woke up very early today at 6'oclock to go to church... Was damn tired la (As usual slept late again hehe... +.+) So went to church and then went to the walkathon... Met some of the Cath Confi ppl so joined them for the walk... Haha... So during the walkathon I was mostly talking to Amanda and Sean haha... Later went out with Christelyn to Queensway Shopping Centre haha... (Again I was tempted to buy alotr of earrings! Haha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Went to my grandma house after that for lunch.. Mmmm damn delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Later went to my mother's friends house... Haha I went around the merry go round and eventually felt damn sick so it ruined praticalli the rest of the time there... So I went upstairs to watch the  NDP... I t didn't felt that heartwarming (I guess cause I wasn't there at the NS this year... +.+) Watched Sinapore Idol after that... PAUL WAT'S WRONG WITH YOU MAN! YOU ARE DEDPOVING!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;My Melody Prince... Where were you today? +.+ (Still I haven heard  his sweet melody for a long time... My heart is pretty much dying...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Thursday- School Holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;I spent most of the day watching a Hong Kong drama series...  (I was like so hooked on to the show la! =.-) Did abit of art and revision and fell asleep... (Slept so much! AHH! How to sleep tonite?! Gonna be counting sheep... -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115522238186684505?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115522238186684505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115522238186684505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115522238186684505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115522238186684505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/08/few-more-days-to-be-releasesd-from.html' title='A few more days to be releasesd from &quot;prison!&quot; +.+'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115473677343721584</id><published>2006-08-05T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:12:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PAST 5 DAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Argh got ban till sun week from usin the com!!! +.+ So sad la!!! (Actualli I'm doing this without my parents knowing...hehe  =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Monday-Brokedown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;We had our 2.4km run, and I got an E! Can't believe it la! I decrrease a lot can?! So next mon I gonna run again! Mus get  GOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Oh ya I broke down 2day... Can't believe it lol! I was cryin until my eyes became red la! (Then want to stop crying the stupid tears keep on comin out lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Saw my melody prince!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Tuesday- Dentist App&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;I went to the dentist today. YAY! The dentist say my teeth are improvin very fast! Haha (Can take of the braces sooner! -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Oh ya and due to the fact that I brokedown yesterday, I wrote a song about the causes to why I brokedown. =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Oh I almost forgot I got the OBS form!!!! (FINALLI!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Saw my melody prince again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Wednesday- Get a present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Today I had to get a present for mum for two teachers in my bros school who were leavin. So came back from school went to Holland Villlage Kalm's branch and bought two teddy bears. (SO EX CAN!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Thursday-  Nothin much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Nothin much just feeling miserable still without him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Friday- Start of the weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Yay! Finalli Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Went to my bros school today to help out. So sad one of the teachers were leaving! +.+ Haha so they had a so called party. Took pics too! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Saw him again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Yup tata's about it. Couldn't write much, parents might wake up any sooner... Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115473677343721584?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115473677343721584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115473677343721584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115473677343721584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115473677343721584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/08/past-5-days.html' title='THE PAST 5 DAYS!'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115418850678846876</id><published>2006-07-29T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:14:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WENT 2 WATCH CABARET! +.+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;2day went 2 watch Cabaret! wit Agnes! So fun can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;The play was soo nice! (But ah one thing about it was tat it had too much sexual content... =.-) The show was so sad, in the end the girl didn't go back 2 the guy! +.+ (The show was quite conufsin at the last part... Didn't understand the endin...) The band played very well also! Haha... Oh ya Thanks Agnes! 4 the ticks! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;2day woke up at ten-thirty... (Slept late again...) Then played maple all afternoon cause I was soo bored! Nothin 2 do! =.- Oh ya and studied abit haha... Went out wit Agnes at 5.30, went around shoppin and findin Agnes a shirt 4 her 2 wear 2moro haha (Didn't buy anythiin!) ... Ate Burger King 4 dinner and went 2 meet her father at 7.30... (Was abit late... Sorry Agnes! If u got scolded by ur dad! -_-) Came home at around 11 somethin haha... Damn tired lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;2moro have 2 go 2 church at 4... (Haven made the cross yet lol! =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;My Melody Prince... (I saw u 2day... +.+) U have no idea how much I wanted 2 reach out 2 u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;U took away the smile on my face wit u when u were gone... +.+ I wan it back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115418850678846876?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115418850678846876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115418850678846876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115418850678846876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115418850678846876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-2-watch-cabaret.html' title='WENT 2 WATCH CABARET! +.+'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115410131229381624</id><published>2006-07-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:54:57.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLI IT IS FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Finalli it is Friday LOL! So damn tired tis whole week (The eyebags under my eyes have become way darker! =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;2Day in school had 3 periods of art! Was still so sleepy so had completely no mood 4 art and did only ONE composition out of the 3 periods (So pathetic plz! =.-) Then Mr. Seow asked me to go and watch the movie 'the birds' +.+ Cause my art topic 4 SA2 has got somethin 2 do wit birds ya so I'm suppse 2 watch it! ( Wa Lao I sooo sick and tired of drawin birds still wan me 2 go and watch a movie? -_-) Then he said was a scary one somemore... ( If got nightmares about Birds ah... Noe who 2 go after... =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Durin Ass Period, some ppl from some Dance Company (4got the name) in Singapore came and did a performance about maths in dance.... =.- I totalli didn't understand wat they were doin can?! I mean the movements were pretty good but seriously, I don see any maths stuff in the dance lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Went 2 Rainbow Centre 2 help out again... Was pretty good, missed the students! +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Yay! 2moro goin 2 watch Cabaret! wit Agnes! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Explainations on why I'm losing my mind witout u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;1. What is on ur mind now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;My Melody Prince...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;2. Wat does ur heart miss nost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;My Melody Prince...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;3. Who do u keep on seein everywhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;My Melody Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;4. Who do u think of everytime u play a musical instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;My Melody Prince...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;5. Wat does everythin remind u of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Memories wit who?My Melody Prince! =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;6. Who can t ur heart 4get about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;My Melody Prince! +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Why can t u jus stay in my past where u belong? Why? Why can t I let u go... I thought my heart was alreadi blinded by the sight of u and her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115410131229381624?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115410131229381624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115410131229381624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115410131229381624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115410131229381624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/finalli-it-is-friday.html' title='FINALLI IT IS FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115401211086160583</id><published>2006-07-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:55:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAFA TEST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;2day I had NAFA Test! Haha soo happy! I got like A 4 Sit &amp;Reach, Inclined Pull Ups and Shuttle Run! Had B 4 Standin Broad Jump (Don care mus retest! Must get A! =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Next week doin 2.4km so nervous lol! Must get a B or an A! Haha... (This week must go train like hell! =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;2day not much lol jus a ordinary skool day wit nothin but ordinary classes, ordinary ppl everythin ORDINARY! (WHY ISN'T THERE SOMETHIN TAT IS EXTRA ORDINARY!? +.+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;2 day had 2 periods of Chemistry... Waa I tell u... Cannot take it lol! Was like doodling throughout the lesson 2 prevent me from sleeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Had 2 periods of English before school end... So sad! Miss Yew lost her vioce! -_- (Get well soon Miss Yew!) So she had 2 type out wat she wanted 2 say on the computer and project it on the projection screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Omg lol! I like keep on losin my neoprints! RAHH! WHERE COULD THEY BE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why can t u jus stay in my memories and stop trying 2 be a reality? Sigh... Don noe how long I can take tis... My Melody Prince... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hear the sadness and confusion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;sounds of my heart bleedin wit tears +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ARRGH! I have lost my reasons 2 live 4! ( Seems tat u were the only reason tat kept me goin...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115401211086160583?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115401211086160583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115401211086160583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115401211086160583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115401211086160583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/nafa-test.html' title='NAFA TEST!'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115392440601565500</id><published>2006-07-26T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:36:29.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;... I have nothin more 2 say... I was blinded by my feelings and didn't see the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Of u n me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t find u there&lt;br /&gt;I was standin all alone&lt;br /&gt;In an endless flower field&lt;br /&gt;My heart was achin so bad&lt;br /&gt;It was missin something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I tried 2 find u&lt;br /&gt;Goin around in circles&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw u&lt;br /&gt;At the other side of the field&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy&lt;br /&gt;But something seemed wrong&lt;br /&gt;I tried 2 run 2 you&lt;br /&gt;But I can‘t seemed 2 move&lt;br /&gt;Somethin was preventin me&lt;br /&gt;I called out ur name&lt;br /&gt;But u can’t seemed 2 hear&lt;br /&gt;I kept on tryin&lt;br /&gt;But u seemed 2 be driftin away&lt;br /&gt;Further and further&lt;br /&gt;And soon nowhere 2 be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A breakin sound was heard&lt;br /&gt;My heart broked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was cryin sliently&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe it&lt;br /&gt;What was my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Turned into a livin nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I guess I get it now&lt;br /&gt;Tat u weren’t meant 4 me&lt;br /&gt;We were not meant 2 be 2gether&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have 2 let go&lt;br /&gt;Even though how much I’m holdin on 2 u tightly&lt;br /&gt;Even though how much my heart says u are the one&lt;br /&gt;But I will keep a little hope&lt;br /&gt;Of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Locked deep inside my heart broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Givin u the key&lt;br /&gt;4 it needs u 2 unlock it&lt;br /&gt;To make it real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Melody Prince...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115392440601565500?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115392440601565500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115392440601565500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115392440601565500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115392440601565500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115383617570060520</id><published>2006-07-25T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:06:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M MISSIN UR MELODY! (Goin crazier +.+)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'M MISSIN UR MELODY MY MELODY PRINCE! My heart feels lonely witout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Haha 2day was jus an ordinary day nothin much 2 comment... =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;2Day durin CME we had 2 do the Oscar Exploration thing and could become and Author (Yay! Haha...), ;Playwirter and Music Teacher(Pleased wit the choices! Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oh ya yesterday was Natasha's Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Haha yesterday got scolded from my mom... Got so annoyed so wrote somethin haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I’m lyin on my bed&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about wat had jus happen&lt;br /&gt;I realize something&lt;br /&gt;Tat u are growin older physically and mentally (So have I)&lt;br /&gt;U changed (n so have I)&lt;br /&gt;In the past memories, u were always there when I needed u&lt;br /&gt;In times of joy or sadness&lt;br /&gt;When I needed someone 2 hold on 2&lt;br /&gt;But now u wouldn’t even help me when I cry 4 help&lt;br /&gt;Instead u scold me n said I was so foolish 2 make tat mistake&lt;br /&gt;I’m a disater in ur eyes (aren’t I?)&lt;br /&gt;I act like I’m strong&lt;br /&gt;But you have no idea how much I’m cryin inside&lt;br /&gt;Ur words have broke the bridge between u and me&lt;br /&gt;They say u were suppose 2 be the supportive ones&lt;br /&gt;But it seems tat my frens are the ones tat are supporting me&lt;br /&gt;n were always there 4 me&lt;br /&gt;So u ask ‘is my frens more important than us?’&lt;br /&gt;Wat do u think?&lt;br /&gt;U dismiss my frens in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I reply in anger and fury&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe why now?&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m a nightmare in ur eyes rite?&lt;br /&gt;I noe I’m at fault 2&lt;br /&gt;But u put the entire blame on me&lt;br /&gt;Isn t it injustice?&lt;br /&gt;I apologise on my behalf&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry 4 all the tears tat u shed&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry 4 the voice tat I made u lose from screamin ur lungs out…&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry 4 the aches ur heart feels&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry 4 the eyebags under ur dark brown eyes from stayin up late waitin 4 me…&lt;br /&gt;I used 2 be daddy’s little girl…&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m a nightmare in ur eyes…&lt;br /&gt;I used 2 be able 2 understand n u used 2 be able 2 understand me…&lt;br /&gt;But now we seemed 2 be speakin in different tongues…&lt;br /&gt;There used 2 be laughter and harmony in the place I once called home…&lt;br /&gt;But now the only music I ever hear is screamin, cryin n the sounds of our hearts breakin…&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry but I’m no longer the perfect little daughter I once used 2 be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yup haha tat's about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sigh I feel so sad witout my melody prince.. There's jus somethin about him tat makes me smile....  -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115383617570060520?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115383617570060520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115383617570060520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115383617570060520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115383617570060520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-missin-ur-melody-goin-crazier.html' title='I&apos;M MISSIN UR MELODY! (Goin crazier +.+)'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115366480241836027</id><published>2006-07-23T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:56:59.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit 2 the Villa Francis Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2Day I went 2 vist the Villa Francis Home wit my Cath Class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was pretty ok... Had mass, talk 2 the old folks, did the skit, served them lunch and jus had fun haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The mass was ok la but after the mass I had 2 give out like flowers and they were still wet so i had green stains from the flowers all over my blouse LOL! (Was soo pissed off!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh ya I jus remebered somethin... LEARNIN HOW 2 SPEAK DIFFERENT DIALECTS IS IMPORTANT WHEN U WAN 2 COMMUNICATE WIT THE OLD FOLKS! I had such difficulty speakin 2 mine lol! (He was speakin in Hokkien! +.+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We did the skit 2day and it was like the old folks look like they didn understand wat we were doin (oh well guess it is the thought tat counts... =.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was like wavin 2 some of the old folks but they acted like they didn even notice tat I was there like tat! Soo sad lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But overall had fun haha! Oh ya 2day the 2 violinist and guitarist from my cath class was serenadin the old folks (so cool! they played the click five song 'catch ur wave!')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well tat's about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh ya '1000 words' from final fantasy X-2 is soo nice! Read the lyrics... (Sorry it is pretty long -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know that you lied to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Using gentle words to shelter me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your words are like a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But dreams could never fool me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not right to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm acted so distant then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Turned my back as you walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I was listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That you fight your battles far from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not right to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Don't you worry 'cause I'll come back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I could hear you speaking as you walked to the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I acted strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To hide the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I turn back the pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crying might have been the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What if I shed my tears then begged you not to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But now I'm not afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To do what's in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have never been spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So far out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sending them to you where ever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Suspended on shining wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have never been spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They'll cradle you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Making all of your pain seem so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And hold you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That dream isn't over yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I pretend and say "I can forget"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still live in my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You've been there with me all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not right of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Don't you worry 'cause I'll write to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I could see you speaking as you look awayI acted strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To hide the love when I turn back the pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anger might have been the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What if I shook my head and said that I can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But now I'm not afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To do what's in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have never been spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So far awayI'm sending this to you where ever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Suspended on shining wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have never been spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They'll cradle you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Making all of your pain seem so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And hold you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have never been spokenLa la la la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sending this to you where ever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Suspended on shining wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have never been spokenLa la la la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Making all of those years feel like only daysLa la la la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm in the middle of writin a song 4 my cuz weddin haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;MY MELODY PRINCE! I LONG 2 HEAR UR SWEET MELODY 4 IT MAKES MY HEART WHOLE! =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115366480241836027?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115366480241836027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115366480241836027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115366480241836027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115366480241836027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/visit-2-villa-francis-home.html' title='Visit 2 the Villa Francis Home'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115358414978791895</id><published>2006-07-22T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:02:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MUSICAL WAS SOOO NICE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Omg the muscial was sooo nice! Almost cried lol! =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was sooo excited 2day lol! Haha I didn wear the high heels 2 cath class, felt soo weird (and too tall) 2day we like had the skit pratice 4 2moro Villa's Francis visit. I was sooo embarrassed wit the fishes tat I draw lol!  Then after Cath Class I was like rushin Agnes 2 quickly changed into her formal clothes cause I thought my dad was here alreadi 2 fetch us (Sorry Agnes! Made u rush) But then he was not here yet (he was still at home lol!) So I praicalli made a fool out of myself rushin 4 no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So we went 2 the muiscal pretty early. (didn eat dinner) Saw Evan, Izaty, Thrini, Anh, Elaine and others from my class. Hi all! So Agnes and I sat cause we were early. W ewere playin five stones and I sux at it! +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Later when we went into the Auditorium, I saw my previous form teache Miss. Mak. (or goin 2 be called Mrs. Tan cause she is  gettin married) She transferred out of my school 2 Bishan Park Secondary. Said Hi 2 her sooo many times but she couldn't hear me lol! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The show ended around 1030.. (Soo late! I still have 2 wake up early 4 the visit 2 Villa Francis! =.-) So bought my dinner at Macs and Agnes parents fetch me home. TY Auntie and Uncle! =) I have like one big blister on my toe from wearin hig heels lol! ( Never gonna wear high heels again!) Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;OMG! MY MEODY PRINCE I SAW U 2DAY! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115358414978791895?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115358414978791895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115358414978791895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115358414978791895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115358414978791895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/musical-was-sooo-nice.html' title='THE MUSICAL WAS SOOO NICE!!!'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115349733021829598</id><published>2006-07-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:55:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yay! It  is finalli Friday! Haha.. Soo excited! Can t wait 4 2moro! Goin 2 the musical (Gala Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm THINK i'm gonna wear a white blouse, wear so called high heels (sooo sad no sneakers! =.-) and maybe dress up (wanted 2 wear a cheongsam cause celebratin racial harmony)  haha cause I have 2 be formal. (Ppl in my Cath Class don be shocked if I do tis 2moro haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;2day Clarice came 2 my house to help me do the fishes 4 the skit spent about 2 hours doin it (Sigh Art...) Then we played Maple haha... Bough a VIP Hairstyle Coupon 4 Kerning and went 2 change my hairstyle to the Francesca one, soo sad! Alot of ppl said it looked funny! +.+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Later my Godma and her 4 daughters came 2 visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I tell u ah they were sooo nosiy lol... (Meant the daughters) I mean it is okay la if it was like in the day time but it was late in the nite tat they were screamin their lungs out lol! (I'm pretty sure I would become famous 2moro and not in a good way) Haha overall had a fun time wit them... (My bro was mostly entertainin them wit his stupid jokes haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;MY MELODY PRINCE! I MISS U LOTS! DO YOU MISS ME? Haha... (I wonder wat's he doin now...) -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115349733021829598?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115349733021829598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115349733021829598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115349733021829598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115349733021829598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday.html' title='FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115340580446175527</id><published>2006-07-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:42:33.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL FEELIN MISERABLE! +.+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Arrgh! still feelin miserable... Wat's wrong wit me? I'm not suppose to be feelin this way.. I have alreadi dumped this feelin why is it back? Arrgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, tis feelin gave me 'inspiration' 2 write somethin haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm tryin 2 escape from tis mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It is ruinin me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm losin my identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The reasons I lived 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Makin me feel miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lost, confused, hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My heart can t take it all tis emotions at one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My mind is goin insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have lost my hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish I could erase my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The mistakes I made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Affectin my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can t find my place in tis world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My heart is cryin softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No one can hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No can help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Darkness is slowly growin in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stop all the world now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I need 2 do somethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2 change wat I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2 erase the pain in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2 kill the cause of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Desperate Iwill try anythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It seems 2 be the only way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My heart is screamin out the pain it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I gonna do it no matter wat it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm at the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can t hold on much longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm weaker than I look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sigh... 2moro got 3 periods of Art...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MY MELODY PRINCE I MISS U!!! (and it has only been a few days tsk tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115340580446175527?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115340580446175527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115340580446175527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115340580446175527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115340580446175527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-feelin-miserable.html' title='STILL FEELIN MISERABLE! +.+'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115332033411835629</id><published>2006-07-19T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T16:02:19.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLI CHANGE THE TEMPLATE OF MY BLOG 2DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YAY! I FINALLI DID MY BLOG TEMPLATE 2DAY! HAHA... =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YAY! GOT A CLASS BLOG! Haha lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2Day so bored in skool la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So wrote somethin... (Pretty long k?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(NO TITLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tick Tock Tick Tock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hear the sound of time as it goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm still waitin 4 ur reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;They say distance makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It seems 2 be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4 my love for u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Has beocme as hard as diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm still waitin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tick Tock Tick Tock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hear the sound of time as it goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm still waitin 4 ur reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where are u now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In my dreams I see u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I try 2 call out ur name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But u can t seem 2 hear it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is tat a sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I fear 2 believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But you promised u will be back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm still waitin wit frightenin thoughts growin in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha sry sooo long... +.+ (There's still a part 2 haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday somebuddy hacked my msn account lol! (SOO PISSED OFF! RAHH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I had to take measures (Can t tell u in case tat person readin my blog... -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;AND I DON HAVE VIRUS! (2 somebuddy outside there who thinks I have... -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don noe why... But I'm feelin very miserable 2day... =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Miserable feelin plz go away! (And the eyebags under my eyes too! Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115332033411835629?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115332033411835629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115332033411835629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115332033411835629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115332033411835629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/finalli-change-template-of-my-blog.html' title='FINALLI CHANGE THE TEMPLATE OF MY BLOG 2DAY!'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115323245704509484</id><published>2006-07-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:20:57.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLARICE B DAY 2DAY! HAPPY 15TH B DAY! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2day was Clarice's b day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPY B DAY CLARICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bought her a pink dino pet in Maple Story as a B Day present haha... (Cost me 12000 A- CASH lol! Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arrgh! I'm havin a hell of a time tryin 2 change the template of my blog! +.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115323245704509484?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115323245704509484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115323245704509484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115323245704509484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115323245704509484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/clarice-b-day-2day-happy-15th-b-day.html' title='CLARICE B DAY 2DAY! HAPPY 15TH B DAY! =)'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115314657873052753</id><published>2006-07-17T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:31:44.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Of Exhaustion (About time I break down)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;2Day I wass sooo damn tired in skool lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sleep Late, woke up early...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;First I had Maths (Wat a subject 2 start the day) I was havin a headache in class from tryin to absorb the solutions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;PE was no fun either... (Made me more sian) My PE teacher made me run like 1.8km round the track la (Not tat it was a problem but I was havin stitch so it was pretty difficult)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;After tat was Art (Great! +.+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Had 2 periods of MT later... (4got to study for the mo xie) But managed... Then tried 2 sleep in class but was not successful lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was sooooo exhausted tat I went home after skool instead of stayin back for CCA (IJYM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ARRGH! I'M soo tired... unable 2 remember stuff... =.- (Oh ya met a proimary school fren 2day on msn!) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;2Moro Clarice B day! Haha must get her her present... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115314657873052753?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115314657873052753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115314657873052753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115314657873052753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115314657873052753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-of-exhaustion-about-time-i-break.html' title='Day Of Exhaustion (About time I break down)'/><author><name>Venetia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10721059914245818398</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-31204863.post-115306063275636274</id><published>2006-07-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:37:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have FINALLI created my blog! MUAHAHA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yay! I have FINALLI created my blog after couple of months sayin tat i will +.+ Haha I'm damn lazy lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I will try to update my blog everyday if possible haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today was such a miserable one  lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I had 2 wake up at 9.00 damn early (damn early cause I slept late) 2 go 2 church... After mass I lost my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cross! (the day could not get any better)Sniff..Sniff.. I'm sooooo sad lol... Have to go back 2 the  Carmelite  Place again 2 get another one... When I got home, I realised tat I haven done my art homework yet so I spent the whole day doin it and manage 2 complete (Thank God)... Then I realisedtat I had to draw fishes 4 cath class 4 the skit 4 the villa fancis home (almost went insane) +.+ Sigh... (In the middle of drawin and cryin) I'm damn pissed off  lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31204863-115306063275636274?l=findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/feeds/115306063275636274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31204863&amp;postID=115306063275636274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115306063275636274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31204863/posts/default/115306063275636274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinreasons2live4.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-finalli-created-my-blog-muahaha.html' title='I have FINALLI created my blog! 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