<?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-3427549542044853651</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:18:37.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.happiness.freedom</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm a basic average girl and i'm here to save "MY LIFE"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300612794426279864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-5020199583754874292</id><published>2010-10-21T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T03:19:34.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gui? bom`.</title><content type='html'>chua bao h ly nghi~ la minh` se viet thu nhu the nay cho bom` ca?. nhug bay h ly cung~ da~ nhan ra minh` la` ng` chi. lon trong nha` va la` ng` gan` tuoi? vs bom` nhat. hon nua~, ly cung da tung` trai qua thoi` gian bat dau` lon nhu bom`, va thuc su thi` ly van fai? dang hoc hoi? rat nhieu de? co the? tu lap va co the? lam cai guong sang cho bom` noi theo.&lt;div&gt;ly hoc k gioi? nhu bom` nhug ly biet bom` con` can` fai hoc hoi? nhieu kinh nghiem tu` Ly lam'. vi`du j ly cung lon hon bom` den 7 tuoi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cha co j trong cuoc song nay` la` de~ dang`. va ly thuc su mong rang bom` se~ doc cai thu nay va` suy nghi ve no', chu k fai? doc thoang qua cho co'. vi neu the' bom` se thuc su lam ly buon` va that vong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chua bao h ly viet thu cho bom` va chua bao h ly dong' vai tro` la mot ng chi. tot'. ly xin loi~ bom`. ly biet ly di du hoc khi bom` con qua be' va bom` k co' ai de? tam su. moi khi thay kho' chiu torng ng`, du j me va` ba` cung da~ qua lon' de? hieu dc suy nghi va tinh ca?m cua? bom` dung k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;va ly biet nhung luc bom thay chan' nan? hay met moi vs moi chyuen xay ra hang ngay`, ly da k o? do' de? chia se va lang' nghe. ly xin loi~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nhug tu h tro di, ly se co gang tro thanh mot ng chi to't. va ly mong rang bo`m cung se vi ly, vi me, vi ba` ma` tro thanh ng tot' :D mot ng con dang lam cho ng khac tu. hao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ly va ca nha rat tu hao vi thanh tich hoc tap cua bom`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nhug con vi tinh cach, k fai moi ng buon` va gian hon vs bom` nen hay mang bom`. day la vi moi ng moun tot' cho bom`. bom` chua du? lon de co the? noi la minh chan ghet cuoc song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chi? vi nhug~ chuyen nho? nhat trong lop va su do' ki. vs ban be ma bom k di hoc va chan' nan?, thi qua? that ly fai? noi la ban be` bom` da~ thang' bom` roi day'. chung no ghen ti va to? ra tranh dua vi li' do j, bom` biet k? vi chung no muon' chiem doat lay nhug j bom` dang co' va se co'. nhug dieu day la impossible. cai su thong minh cua bom thi lsao co ai co the lay'. nhug neu vi bon no tranh dua do' ki ma bom` chan nan? hoc hanh va buong tha hoc hanh`, thi co' fai? bon no da dat. dc muc. dich' la ha. guc bom` roi k nao`.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cha co' tran chien nao` la don gian? ly has been there, done that. i guess i am the one who understand u the most. ca mot thoi cap 1 cua ly, ai cung ganh ghet do' ki. voi ly, neu bom` k tin bom` co the hoi? me. nhieu luc ly da fai viet don tu` chuc' lop truong. torng lop ly k co' ban than thiet; ai cung thik tim loi~ cua ly de mach co va ha guc ly. nhug ly van song, van hoc tap tot' vi ly muon cho chung no biet ly manh me den nhuong` na`o. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k fai? bay h k co ban than la tuong lai se k co' bom` a. trong chang duong dai truoc mat', ly tin la se co nhug ng ban thuc su hieu va chia se cam thong vs bom` :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ly mong rang bom` se thay doi suy nghi sau khi doc buc thu nay`.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ly yeu bom` nhieu lam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-5020199583754874292?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5020199583754874292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=5020199583754874292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/5020199583754874292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/5020199583754874292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/2010/10/gui-bom.html' title='gui? bom`.'/><author><name>lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300612794426279864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-5380453691125760841</id><published>2009-12-20T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:12:34.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired the^' la` tro? ne^n tp. nham cai' blog entry nay`...</title><content type='html'>before letting anything go, you always have the habit of thinking it twice or even more. i let go. but i aint sure how many times have i thought about this, probably more than 10...&lt;div&gt;nhu*ng tu. nghi~ lai ban? than tai sao k viet blog ba)ng` tieng' viet. me^t. moi? voi' cai' ngon ngu cha? fai? cua me de? ming lam roi, chi tai. von' tieng viet cha con dc doi` dao` nhu truoc' nua va bay h cai' cong. dong` ming dang song no cha? co' may' ng` viet...ma` co' ming cung it choi:)) what a pathetic life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to let him go, it is damn hard imma say. but if to hold on, i'll eventually ruin it, the special relationship we had for more than 2 years... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i probably should not keep complaining and sound pathetic. well this time, no complaints haha!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is like freezing here and im getting sick coz of the stupid food ate in my father's hometown. i can't swallow even a bite...disgusting...though food was quite bad, the ppl were damn nice, unlike here in the city where ppl kinda DAO...too rich too communicate i guess...WTH I AM BEING RACIST TO MY OWN BELOVED CITY... cant deny the fact then... We are living in the world moving on wheels of tech and other stuff, its the fact ppl change over time. some change slowly while some change too fast =) accepting is part of growing... letting go of good old stuff is also a way to start anew and live on your own... because you are officially a young adult. :"&gt; tho U still need papamama to afford those LOVERS OF YOUR LIFE.....BAGS AND SHOES...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well... pretty much time i have spent during this hol is to look online for bags and shoes... dont know why such a girl can get so addicted to those stuff... who tell them to make so nice shoes and bags =)) mwahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this blog entry is a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well since its alrd a mess i'd better make it messier :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have not thought og my love life for few days...coz too busy gardening...=) but once got bk to my house, thoughts kept flowing in, cant stop. so think loh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but actually... let go alrd... hard la... sad la... because love too much, treasure too much tho. end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna have a pig as my pet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i js discovered that pig could swim...hilarious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss those old days in J1...pon lessons and hang out in canteen... eating mania =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now not so pretty alrd...skin is bad real bad cause of sleeping and eating disorder... wth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better sleep now...preserve my goddess beauty =)) WTF... I AM SO VAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-5380453691125760841?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5380453691125760841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=5380453691125760841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/5380453691125760841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/5380453691125760841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-la-tro-nen-tp-nham-cai-blog-entry.html' title='tired the^&apos; la` tro? ne^n tp. nham cai&apos; blog entry nay`...'/><author><name>lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300612794426279864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-6079577878732688224</id><published>2009-08-10T02:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:33:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day... another challenge</title><content type='html'>after overcoming the trauma or so its called...im dealing with tons and tons of homework...seriously...im doing homework okay&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;i stopped being vain and start mugging&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;because my common test result is a disaster...totally disaster...and i want CHANEL babe so much that i must mug so that my mother will agree to purchase it for me :) mommy i love u&lt;br /&gt;my life has never been this great before...&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends&lt;br /&gt;my  family&lt;br /&gt;just that i just lost one friend&lt;br /&gt;one of the very most important one&lt;br /&gt;but well&lt;br /&gt;i screwed it up myself...so i am paying for the price for never think beforehand&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;but life's like that&lt;br /&gt;anyone must overcome certain period of hard time to grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but really losing this friend, so hard to bear....so hard to bear :(( haha&lt;br /&gt;but dont know la dont know la............&lt;br /&gt;shit shit :(&lt;br /&gt;nah cannot say too many shit word because haha SAIFUL said so.....&lt;br /&gt;my life is so wonderful except the fact that im sitting opposite TAN E YANG...he sucks big time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-6079577878732688224?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6079577878732688224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=6079577878732688224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/6079577878732688224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/6079577878732688224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-day-another-challenge.html' title='another day... another challenge'/><author><name>lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300612794426279864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-7748321594208133812</id><published>2009-08-07T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:29:17.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to the part of me that was left behind, to the part of me that is moving on</title><content type='html'>Dear Lynna,&lt;div&gt;You have been abandoning your blog for quite a while. Let me make it clear. Your blog is really very helpful. It helps you express your own feeling and you can either choose to let other know or not. Sometimes, your blog is also a diary, where you can share all your innermost secrets. frankly, your blog is a friend that always listen to everything you wanna say without judging you, without making you feel bad, but giving you the feeling that no other friends can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are moving on at a great speed. I am glad to know that. You are beginning your new journey, leaving behind you what unnecessary. YOU ARE BEGINNING TO ADAPT TO EIGHTEEN. Your birthday is coming in 2 weeks time. So soon that the LYNNA CAO i have known will become 18. You have been fooling with yourself for quite a while. in the pst 18 years, you have made lots of memories and you have done a good job colouring your own life. There, in your life I can see dark colours, representing those low feeling and depressing moments you have gone through over the past 18 years, but I can also see the bright colours of your life, your dreams, your memories with those loved one and friends, your hope, your fantasy. You are just an ordinary girl who believes in miracle and fantasy, who loves to watch Korean drama until the next morning and just go to school like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You loves to eat junk food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are indeed a gossip queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you are bitchy, But your friends know what kind of BITCH you are and they don't hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love jazz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are absolutely engaged to CHANEL and MIU MIU stuff, everything about CHANEL can turn you on and make you get high for few days consecutively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are small size but your heart, your soul, your spirit are not small at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are trying your best to make your dreams come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are obssessed with KERASTASE hair products and You love your hair alot, treat it as if it were  your husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You do not want to be involved in any BGR, simply because you have had enough of those and you are still hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love clothes, especially in grey colour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love Boyfriend shirt and dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... blah blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are way so many things about you that I cannot say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Lynna,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you growing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you are trying and you have done a good job so far. You don't break down that easily anymore. You become so tough that sometimes you cannot see that it is you who make those decisions. You are trying to stand on your own. You are trying to prove that despite you tiny size, you are actually a little something that make people remember you for, and make those who have conflicts with you scared. You are picking up pieces to create a whole new you, yet, your characters can never change, because you are wild, you are naturally born2becrazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Albeit all rapid changes you are progressing, you are still a little girl to me. You still likes a guy so much that makes you write him letters and read it to yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes you create a one man show, acting as both him and you... fantasizing your little pink world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You still have those moments where something pop up into your brain that reminds you of THAT CERTAIN SOMEONE, you will burst into tears, like a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are still running away from THAT CERTAIN SOMEONE. You are trying your best not to see him to encounter him or to have anything related to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You like 2 guys...at the same time...but you are happy because you are not together with any of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never hide true feelings from those good friends of yours. But adult dont do that. You are actually hiding quite alot....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sometimes lies to catch people attention and you feel nice when people worry for you, as you know that they love you so much and care for you so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LYNNA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that I AM ACTUALLY SOMETHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was written by LYNNA CAO, myself....this is a letter sending to myself....a self reflection indeed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loveya sweethearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-7748321594208133812?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7748321594208133812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=7748321594208133812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/7748321594208133812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/7748321594208133812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-part-of-me-that-was-left-behind-to.html' title='to the part of me that was left behind, to the part of me that is moving on'/><author><name>lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300612794426279864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-7361046601896618265</id><published>2009-06-09T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:49:52.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:))</title><content type='html'>it is just getting hotter and hotter...the weather is killing me and since my mother said my house was so cool as if it had been placed up the mountain she decided not to use aircon...actually my house has no aircon...but since me and my brother and my parents themselves cant stand it anymore...my mother decided to go and buy one ...but tmrw T.T so well, i can actually enjoy the aircon for 11 days...woohoo...and oh my god...exams are coming but i have no idea whats going on with my notes...they are covered with dust...i have left them aside for quite a while...recently. i used to think too much but i guess it is not good at all...not good for health...he always want me to be healthy i know it...healthy forever...the monkey, amanda, thu, hieu and all my friends dont want me to keep thinking abt him and living with the past, but well... he has been my past, my present and my future and i guess i cant forget him:) but js let him be there...in my heart ok? and i dont care whether i can be in his heart or not:) haha...&lt;br /&gt;and well, in order not to think too much i hv been occupied myself...UOB painting...i have not started :(...but ill start soon...&lt;br /&gt;And i am not used to the fact that my grandfather no longer stays with us and he had joined our ancestors merely one week ago. I still hv the feeling that he is still there on his bed, every night still open the frigde by his very own way...the noise of his slippers still lingers...and i always talk to him...actually talk to his picture. every time before meals, me n my grandma and my family still talk to him as if he were still alive...it is so strange...and so fast...sometimes i just stand in front of the mirror and found tear rolling down my cheeks....it is way too fast...no but soon i will have a chance to really let him go, let YONG KHANG go...YONG KHANG is happy with his new life and he doesnt have to care for me anymore...so i think life is easier for him...great then...mebe im sad...but watching him happy with his new life...well at first i could not take it at all but now...people i am actually happy for him...and happy for me too...because i have others to rely on...sometimes i am confused with my own feelings...about monkey about saiful about plenty of stuffs on earth but well...singlehood...im living with it to the max...and i am gonna make it to ITALY...i am not giving up my dream...but i am living for it...ill prove that i am actually somebody...SOMEBODY haha....wow...its actually LYNNA CAO...yes thats true....&lt;br /&gt;I am not yet 18...so all the relationships things, i guess i will js treat them as breezes of my age...but breeze is not like air...breeze comes and gone...fast enough to make people surprised...fast enough to make people sad because they have missed so much chance to appreciate those breezes...i am one of those...but i am glad...he loved me the most...and i am glad...he was my superman....&lt;br /&gt;YONG KHANG a...i still love u alot alot. u are still the best in my heart :) and if we are destined to be tgth, we will be together one day and if we are not then too bad...&lt;br /&gt;and i am so despo to take out my freaking braces...&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;and its so hot...im gonna go eat ice cream now...BbBb&lt;div 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title=':))'/><author><name>lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300612794426279864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-5281924926948419277</id><published>2009-06-08T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:31:39.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration from dong gu</title><content type='html'>i talked to the moneky today and he showed me his blog so i decided to update my blog. and i think i shud clear up all memories abt him alrd...my granddad js passed away...people js keep leaving me? i lost 2 best guys in my life in not more than 3 months...but time to grow old :) time to learn time to ponder new thoughts...damn it my father is yawning like there is no tomorrow distracting la u father :( so i decided i shud stop writing here :) and LUM U are a big big big monkey :)) haha random&lt;br /&gt;having a surgery tmrw...im scared...they took my blood today...and i cried...i am really scared of blood....i thot of him for a while and i rmb how whiny and cute i was when i was with him...but yah...dont think abt it....dont care....think abt the chicken rice stupid monkey and AMANDA must buy me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-5281924926948419277?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5281924926948419277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=5281924926948419277' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>bitter sweet.:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-1939524996629111344?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/1939524996629111344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=1939524996629111344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/1939524996629111344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/1939524996629111344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/2009/04/bitter-sweet.html' title='bitter sweet.:)'/><author><name>lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300612794426279864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-384747937759259627</id><published>2009-01-30T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:37:41.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a long time ever since...</title><content type='html'>it has been quite a while since i last blogged abt my screwed life T.T&lt;br /&gt;it has been quite a busy time as well and it's great that i'm actually trying to be an intriguing woman but i dont's know how can i be a little bit more interesting, in a special way maybe:) but at least i know im special to some certain people...thats enough, more than enough for me...&lt;br /&gt;Today was totally sad...i had been waiting for today to come, with the fire of hope burning up in me, as i thought finally WE could be staying in the same hostel...unfortunately, the more I was looking forward for this day to come, the more disappointing i got when i knew that he would not come to NJ...yet, there is nothing else can be done to inprove the situation, and when can i accept it, happily accept it, accept the fact that he's like the other side of the country...and i have never ever been to that place before during my 2 and a half years here also T.T.&lt;br /&gt;Im lost :( i was speechless in front of him...actually not absolutely speechless but the convo btw me and him was meaningless, maybe had a bit of taste because we did smile to each other :D...but at least there had been smily faces for a while...the worst part had not come yet...&lt;br /&gt;i reached hostel...feeling empty and weird...by watching the people moving in to my hostel, that was like a sharp knife cutting my heart seriously...i burst into tears easily like a baby...luckily my senior was there...I bet the whole bunch of people had such an amusing so called "WELCOME" from me...&lt;br /&gt;and now, even though he is not here but i am left speechless again :) this maybe the worst friday of my life, the groomy one...the ugliest friday i have ever had...&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying again...since when i have become such an emo kid like this? but please lah...its hard to go thru something like this...its rili hard...all those nice thing i have thought of before i came here was like flown without wings T.T what the hell? i have been spending the past year hoping till he could come here and can smile to me everyday b4 i come to school, but dream and hope, where have you been?you are gone so fast, leaving me with only one word, HATRED :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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I wanna walk to my future leaving all my past behind...commencing a new life and becoming a new person. But gradually, I think I'm still a failure. :)&lt;br /&gt;I can never win over myself. That sounds pessimistic but unexpectedly, I'm one of those pessimistic girl and to those who know me well enough, they can understand why.&lt;br /&gt;and recently i found myself weaker and weaker everyday :). Just a very small thing happen, i found myself sobbing already. I started being cynical again. Oh my god i always try to get rid of that word after "flowe for Algernon". unfortunately, I failed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIME I WISH TO BE A PUPPET SO I WILL NOT HAVE A BRAIN AND I'LL ONLY BECOME THOSE PEOPLE WANT ME TO BE. NO ROOM TO THINK. ALBEIT THE FACT THAT I WILL NEVER HAVE TO THINK AND GET MYSELF A HEADACHE, I'LL FOREVER BE A PUPPET. MEBE FATE WILL ARRANGE ME TO BECOME AN UGLY ONE THEN OMG MY LIFE IS TOTALLY A DOT. SO I DONT WANNA BE A PUPPET ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad now. the atmosphere around me is solemn and I think the song "groomy sunday" can fit perfectly the theme song of this very moment. today is another day. tmrw is another day. i still have a long long way to move on... No, i won't give up and won't break down :) I'll keep moving on :) yay because I'm me :) haha damn funny. I'm so violate.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling not so bad now. random. let's throw the word sad out of my head for a while. let's feel peace and happiness for a while. Let's go far away from reality for a while&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-4472978549170252832?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4472978549170252832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=4472978549170252832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/4472978549170252832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/4472978549170252832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/2008/11/somietimes-i-wish.html' title='somietimes i wish...'/><author><name>lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300612794426279864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-8636433282221454163</id><published>2008-11-13T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:03:49.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha` no^.i tha^n ie^u :) episode 1 cam? ti`nh HANOI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/SR0w1K5OcaI/AAAAAAAAABM/-Ba7JwnlrpI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268420829108924834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/SR0w1K5OcaI/AAAAAAAAABM/-Ba7JwnlrpI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Da~ hai tua^`n ke^? tu+` khi no' quay tro+? la.i HA NOI tha^n ie^u. Va^.y ma` kho^g hie^?u sao lo`ng no' va^~n nao nao. Ha` No.i cu?a no' thay do^?i nhanh qua' nhu+ng nhu+~ng ca'i gi` no' ye^u thick va^~n co`n nguye^n. no' vui la('m. Nhu+ng da^u do' trong ti't sa^u tha(?m ca'i ta^m ho^`n mo+'i lo+'n kia la` ca? mo^.t no^~i nie^~m, no' va^~n vu+o+ng va^'n nhu+~ng ky? nie^m tho+`i ho.c tro` cap sa'ch to+'i truo`ng cu`ng lu~ ba.n no' ma` gio` da^y thi` co`n da^u. No' cha? pha?i la` mo^.t con ngu+o+`i co^? hu?, ma(t kha'c no' la.i ra^'t hie^.n da.i va` luo^n thik nhu+~ng thu+' mo+'i, nhu+ng no cha? bao gio+` chi.u lo+'n. No' chi? muo^'n so^'ng ma~i vo+'i ca'i ky u+'c ma` no' cho la` de.p va` kho' que^n, no' muo^'n so^'ng ma~i vo+'i ca? ca'i qua' khu+' ma` da~ tro^i qua tu+` la^u, NO' LA` MO^.T CON TRE? CON VA` VA^~N CO`N DO+? HO+I LA(M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ti`nh ie^u no' da`nh cho HA` NO^.I ma~nh lie^.t la('m. No' chi? nha^.n ra die^`u do' ca'ch da^y du'ng hai na(m khi no', mo^.t con be' 15 tuo^?i quy'et di.nh da.t ra cho mi`nh mo^.t con du+o+`ng di moi': DU HOC. 15 tuo^?i cha^n u+o+'t cha^n ra'o kha(n go'i sang xu+' ngu+o+`i. Mo^.t mi`nh. De^'n lu'c da'y no' mo+'i bie^'t ca'i ti`nh ie^u HA` NO^.I trong lo`ng no' kho^ng bie^'t na?y ma^`m tu+` khi na`o. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No' nho+' da die^'t ta't ca? nhu+~ng gi` cu?a cuo^'i thu, cho'm do^ng vi` hom no' ra i thi` du'ng la` te^'t trung thu :). Nhu+~ng nga`y tha'ng o+? be^n xu' nguo`i da~ giu'p cho no', tu` mo^.t con be' luc na`o cu~ng huo'ng ngoa.i va` muo^'n ro`i xa ca'i cho'n a^'y ca`ng nhanh ca`ng to^'t tro+? tha`nh mo^.t nguo`i co' the^? ngo`i ha`ng tie^'ng lie^`n thuye^n huye^n ve` ve? de.p cu?a Ha Noi cho ba.n be` nuo'c ngoa`i nghe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO' tu. ha`o la'm ve` ca'i ma?nh dat cha^.t cho^.i a^'y cu?a no'. No' tu+ ha`o ve^` ca'i ma?nh da't ga^`n nghin` na(m tuo?i a'y lam. Thi thoa?ng, chi? cho+.t ngu+?i tha'y hay tro^ng tha'y mo^.t ca^y hoa su+~a tho^i ma` no' vui la('m, ke? ca? khi no' co' mo^.t chuy.en j do' tha^.t buo^`n ma` nhi`n tha^'y hoa su+a tho^i la no' que^n he^'t. No' que^n he^'t ta't ca? de? quy.en mi`nh va`o ca'i hu+o+ng vi. no^`ng na`n a^'y...Va` no' nghi~ ra('ng chi'nh ca'i huong tho+m nga`o nga.t a'y da~ thu'c giu.c tho`i gian tro^i qua tha.t nhanh cho'ng de? cho ngay` no' duo.c tro ve` de^'n so'm ho+n. Hoa sua~: Ta ca'm o+n mi nhie^`u la('m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha` No^.i ko pha?i chi? de.p trong long mo~i mi`nh no'. la` mo^.t con be' so`ng tinhd ca?m no' thuo`ng hay ta^m su+. vo+'i ba.n no' va` no' bie^t duo.c ra`ng, chi? nhi`n ngoai` the^' tho^i chu+' trong lo`ng ai cu~ng nuo^i na^'ng mo^.t ti`nh ie^u da die^'t da`nh cho ha` no.i :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No' thik nha^'t la` nhu+ng ho^m na`o thu'c khuya va` cu`ng nhau ke^? chuye^.n ve` HA` NO^.I :) Nhu+ng nhu~ng lu'c nhu+ va^.y, nho+' nha` nhie^`u la'm :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nhu+ng du` sao di chang nu~a thi` ba^y gio+` no' cu~ng dang o? Ha` No^.i va` dang ta^.n hu+o+?ng ca'i lanh se se va` ca'i huong vi hoa su~a ma` no' ie^u quy'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Va` 1 episode k the^? mie^u ta? he^'t tinh ca?m cu?a no' da`nh cho Ha` No^.i. va` no' cu~ng chua bie^'t la` no' se da`nh bao nhie^u epi'ode de? vie't len ca'i ti`nh ieu ma~nh lie^.t de.p de~ a'y nu+~a. No' chi? bie't day la` ca'i ke't thu'c cho epi 1 :) &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/3427549542044853651-8636433282221454163?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/8636433282221454163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=8636433282221454163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/8636433282221454163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/8636433282221454163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/2008/11/ha-noi-than-ieu-episode-1-cam-tinh.html' title='ha` no^.i tha^n ie^u :) episode 1 cam? ti`nh HANOI'/><author><name>lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300612794426279864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/SR0w1K5OcaI/AAAAAAAAABM/-Ba7JwnlrpI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-6230408672134297971</id><published>2008-11-11T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:06:49.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no u &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>i dont know why im getting a lil bit upset... i called...no u...called again..NO U...sms NO REPLY... :) i dont know mebe its the same feeling every holiday, maybe i just think too much...maybe u just too busy with your life...i have been waiting all day long for ur sms but i just never received any sms from u first... u said mcq had no importance...ya thats maybe not true and you are so called studying.... :)&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna argue... but i also dont wanna talk... i dont wanna get myself into any trouble again :) mebe just don't talk.this would be fine for me :) dont worry i wont scold u and nothing will happen.&lt;br /&gt;I'M TOTALLY FINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-6230408672134297971?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6230408672134297971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-3686980163966993716</id><published>2008-11-07T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:20:16.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>so just like the rainbow and the promise :) i promise myself tat must write on my blog more often but actually i seldom go visit MY OWN blog &gt;&lt; myself ="))"&gt;&lt; gays... and he seems having a lot of fun. later die with me...leaving me here speechless ...wat a mean guy !!&lt;br /&gt;im talking to sm1 called himself tomaktoes &gt;&lt; haha and thats noone else but pravin son of smt tat i cant rmb :) so damn funny...i dont know wat am i talking wit him...some random thing :) but really damn funny&lt;br /&gt;oh mentioning about yesterday :) me n the double NTT stayed up late to talk about JOCKEY size L. haha...we argued in a very funny way through stt :) yay....later is another battle of ours :) again and again. we only keep talking about those sick stuff which keeps bringing so much fun.... :) yay that's all for now&lt;br /&gt;P.s my toilet bowl is stuck...my grandmom spent 2 days... trying to repair and finally she has got a reward for her courage and determination ( courage for using her own hands fixing it ewwwwwwww) =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-3686980163966993716?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3686980163966993716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=3686980163966993716' title='0 Comments'/><link 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singapore...goodbye mr loo and all the others, but welcome back my memories :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/SQ1mqQ4ppcI/AAAAAAAAABA/iKUq8_9PQx8/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263976415739094466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/SQ1mqQ4ppcI/AAAAAAAAABA/iKUq8_9PQx8/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and my "gross" classmate" too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/SQ1lstMTwHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/p1vavO-T_w0/s1600-h/P30-05-08_16.34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263975358185848946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/SQ1lstMTwHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/p1vavO-T_w0/s320/P30-05-08_16.34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats us malay dancers :) yay. even though training is tiring everytime but i really enjoy myself...bye bye malay dance...ill be back soon (: muak lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/SQ1lWhwukZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QKC2gnKTGM4/s1600-h/P13-04--20_20.42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263974977160253842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/SQ1lWhwukZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QKC2gnKTGM4/s320/P13-04--20_20.42.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats him and me :) haha....i know i look kinda gross but never mind :) anyway still US &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye to everything that related to me in sg...no more hugs from you :( thats sad. no more date no more bully :( no more sweetness and tenderness from your love...cannnot feel that you are by my side. cannnot feel U anymore...can not camwhore:( :(( mentioning all these makes me feel like crying already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my malay dance...no more training to help me lose weight...no more gossips...no more everything that can make me smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my classmates...IP has already gone and class party was really amazingly fun :) i love all those moments that i can share with you guys :) i love it when we joked together in class :) everything is just so amazing :) hopefully, things will be the way it used to be for the next two years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-989797536948409628?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/989797536948409628/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/SQ1mqQ4ppcI/AAAAAAAAABA/iKUq8_9PQx8/s72-c/IMG_0864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-4194740024995835337</id><published>2008-08-05T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:25:41.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fatty acid</title><content type='html'>if hieu and me keep making fun of some certain FATTY ACID then now im experiencing it... let me call it the fatty acid symptom...haiz... my tummy is getting fatter and its no pregnancy ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;i did 100 sit up today and run 4 round... i hope excercising will work or else oh my god with my "ideal" height i will definitely look like a watermelon in the very near future....yay! i wonder how i will look like by then :)&lt;br /&gt;today was quite tiring but at least i really enjoyed...my school not so bad :) physics was quite ok js that i was really sleepy yet luckily washing my face did help a lot... math was fun and the time when i was waiting for training i did efficient work :) yay&lt;br /&gt;and he was really mean...he bullied me again haiz :(&lt;br /&gt;go die lah u :)&lt;br /&gt;kidding&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today&lt;br /&gt;im random :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-4194740024995835337?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4194740024995835337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=4194740024995835337' title='0 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js happened...naturally</title><content type='html'>i dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;js a simple thank you to you...superman :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks for caring...motivating and loving me :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks for those sweet sms that make me keep reading and reading over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;almost one year has passed and we really changed alot since we first met...&lt;br /&gt;it was bitter...it was salty...it was sour...but eventually it is the sweetest thing i have ever had in my life&lt;br /&gt;the smile u gave me...the shoulders you lend me everytime i cry...the lame joke you use to cheer me up when im upset...the cute winnie the pooh u bought me everytime we go out...the ice cream...the song you sing for me to make me sleep every night :) i will never ever forget ... i will keep it forever more...&lt;br /&gt;those miracles you tease me all the time... i can even cry when i think abt it&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe u're still by my side&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;from me to you :) &lt;3 is all i can give&lt;br /&gt;from lynna to yk (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-1745035668681703266?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/1745035668681703266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=1745035668681703266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/1745035668681703266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/1745035668681703266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-5829672239490496149</id><published>2008-06-20T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:17:14.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ba^ng khua^ng</title><content type='html'>it has been bloody long since i last touched and speak english lolz...except those singlish and stupid bird word wif my friends &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day... i cant feel the beauty of autumn anymore. i cant celebrate my bdae wit my friends and family anymore... i cant see the yellow leaves falling all over the streets...cant feel the smell of autum...cant lean on them and cry...cant go west lake...cant go to that bar...cant eat those junk food...cant cycle on that road with all of u...i miss the honey colour of sun shine all over the place...i miss the colour of my national flag...i miss HANOI.... i miss U...wait for me okay:) i will come back one day...to love you and to be loved by you...My Hanoi :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-5829672239490496149?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5829672239490496149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=5829672239490496149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/5829672239490496149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/5829672239490496149'/><link 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not know what to write on my blog&lt;br /&gt;jeremy and phuong have given me some pix of my past...&lt;br /&gt;i miss my secondary school&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends and my memories&lt;br /&gt;some people made me disappointed but i dont wanna blame as i know its my fault :) js act like nth happen to me&lt;br /&gt;yest was college day&lt;br /&gt;quite fun actually&lt;br /&gt;finally after more than half a year, i stood there, dance there on the stage again. i love that feeling when people clapping for me, i missed so many chances to dance on stage, to be seen on stage, i miss that feeling and eventually i got it again, but seemingly there's something missing. yet. i cant figure out what it is.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. i suddenly find myself with tear...TEAR...so weird...&lt;br /&gt;i find my life is meaningful now...i love my friends. my classmate...my dancemate...my teachers...my family...&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back vn soon, i think it'll help...in a sense of smt ....&lt;br /&gt;tmr no school. these days i'm so slack and i dont know why im slacking also&lt;br /&gt;but i promise to do well for this time round...better than ever =))&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make somebody proud...somebody...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;my life has been great recently&lt;br /&gt;nth happened that can make me cry again&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my past already&lt;br /&gt;there is no shadow, no nightmare haunting me now&lt;br /&gt;there is only hope.love.happiness. that blanket my life&lt;br /&gt;:) thank you, once again, that person, who have made me realized, i'm not ready yet :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-151003398148807908?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/151003398148807908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427549542044853651.post-5673563555458803962</id><published>2008-04-21T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:12:00.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO T_T</title><content type='html'>I am stress and i am emo.....it has been bloody long since i last wrote a blog entry and I think now its time to start over again, to start something new, and here it comes my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that life had been great at all time for me, as fantastic as a rainbow, with lots of love and fun...&lt;br /&gt;Yet, since I came to SG, I have totally changed my mind, I have totally change my point of view about life...beyond all the fun i had, beyond all the love I received, there are a lot of challenges for me...and I am facing with it, painfully...&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom, my dad, my grandma, grandpa, my lil bro... and my friends a lot. Life here is absolutely different from what i had experienced. I may say,  it is scary. Some people, they are not being themselves, they are wearing masks in order to please others, to satisfy others...what the point of not living yourself..??? i just don't understand what the hell is going on? futhermore, those people are really scary...you will never ever know what they think or what they are gonna do to you...you dont know whether or not you are endanger yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I am not exaggerated at all upon there... i am just telling the truth... I am just scared of my life...&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe i am not mentally and physically prepared yet.&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard for me to find a true friend here (but luckily i found some whom i do not want to mention). People here are way too different, they do not have the same circumstances of life like me...they are not like me, they do not grow up in the same environment and receive the same education as me... they are just different... i cant give in myself for whatever conversation they have...i cant join because its not the way i always behave myself...they are too different... i miss my friend... a lot and a lot... how nice they are... how lovely and adorable and caring they are...how they care for me...how they let me cry on their shoulders and console me whenever i'm sad... i remember all the times we share together...and i know that they are still waiting for me...waiting for me to come back and we're gonna hang out again...&lt;br /&gt;at this very moment, tear is scalding my eyes... the atmosphere becomes so lonely... alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;i prefer being like this rather than got people around me, talking those stuff that i wish i could ever understand&lt;br /&gt;SB is online&lt;br /&gt;Tp is online, everyone is online but seemingly i have no mood to talk to them&lt;br /&gt;i have been so different&lt;br /&gt;i have been so emo over these few months&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand what is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand the consequences of life&lt;br /&gt;im just getting weak&lt;br /&gt;i have to try to fake a smile, a happy face everyday, but deep inside, im feeling empty, lonely and disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to move on&lt;br /&gt;but i cant give up right....&lt;br /&gt;i wish if there is anyone could go by my side now and let me cry, loudy, and let me share what i feel....let me be myself...&lt;br /&gt;when will that moment come and find me?... I'm waiting, patiently&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427549542044853651-5673563555458803962?l=pretteebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5673563555458803962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427549542044853651&amp;postID=5673563555458803962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/5673563555458803962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427549542044853651/posts/default/5673563555458803962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretteebee.blogspot.com/2008/04/emo-tt.html' title='EMO T_T'/><author><name>lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300612794426279864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZwv8lWD37c/Si5v3ujUC2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TxxspTZRlR4/S220/4249_1067996143684_1339480158_30183327_5000195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
