<?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-38585777</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:52:32.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; you cant have sunshine everyday.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38585777.post-4514329815656464560</id><published>2009-05-16T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:57:07.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when i've decided on a name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-4514329815656464560?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38585777.post-7165353424811135536</id><published>2009-03-17T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:30:57.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh you know what's the scariest thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i really don't care much anymore/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-7165353424811135536?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7165353424811135536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=7165353424811135536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;That I'm not a princess,&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a fairytale,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell,&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;This is a small town.&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down,&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;br /&gt;To come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; " Because a Love like Edward Cullen's and Bella Swan's only exist in paperback novels." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Its not real. Remember that, remember. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-5562378702800809245?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5562378702800809245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=5562378702800809245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/5562378702800809245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/5562378702800809245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-this-song-must-have-been-written.html' title='How this song must have been written for me.'/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-7461611099606563142</id><published>2008-10-16T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:50:31.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Such a beautiful song. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we met each other under a different sky,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then things would be much better between you and I,&lt;br /&gt;We could always hold on to this one special thing we share,&lt;br /&gt;But it would be too much for us to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's have,&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss,&lt;br /&gt;One last touch,&lt;br /&gt;One last tender moment between us,&lt;br /&gt;One last dance to our first song,&lt;br /&gt;While pretending there's nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay here for awhile and&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every moment we're in denial&lt;br /&gt;We both know, its better if we just let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-7461611099606563142?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7461611099606563142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=7461611099606563142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/7461611099606563142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/7461611099606563142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/such-beautiful-song-baby-if-we-met-each.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-5830141563650855092</id><published>2008-09-17T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:36:26.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KYRIE RETARDED CHIE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-5830141563650855092?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5830141563650855092/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe we're trying &lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart &lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing &lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts &lt;br /&gt;We're empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-7346138481635902921?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7346138481635902921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=7346138481635902921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/7346138481635902921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/7346138481635902921'/><link rel='alternate' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=945366206698110933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/945366206698110933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/945366206698110933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-type-of-love-in-movies-really-exist.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-108952293564809265</id><published>2008-09-02T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:18:07.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One whole year of no updates/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i really care if anyone comes here anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think i've grown up so much over the last one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollercoaster rides all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes you wonder how worse life can get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I feel like i don't know you anymore &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHH RANDOM BUT I GUESS THAT HASN'T CHANGED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-108952293564809265?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/108952293564809265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;You come to me, give me everything I need&lt;br /&gt;Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Speak the language of love like you know what it means&lt;br /&gt;And it cant be wrong, take my heart and make it strong, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're simply the best, better than all the rest, &lt;br /&gt;better than anyone, anyone i've ever met&lt;br /&gt;im stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your heart I see the start of every night and every day&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, I get lost, I get washed away&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as Im here in your arms I could be in no better place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-6694154053682674240?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6694154053682674240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=6694154053682674240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/6694154053682674240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/6694154053682674240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-come-to-me-give-me-everything-i.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-3816041658661133359</id><published>2007-08-22T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:50:57.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope the candlelight wishes will come true&lt;br /&gt;each and every single one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun anyway with the two crazy friends&lt;br /&gt;its been long since we last hung out&lt;br /&gt;much less do crazy things and destroying three cards&lt;br /&gt;heh. With love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我们保持微笑 &lt;br /&gt;给寂寞的人一些依靠 &lt;br /&gt;我们要保持微笑 &lt;br /&gt;给孤单的人一种心情的拥抱.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-3816041658661133359?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3816041658661133359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=3816041658661133359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/3816041658661133359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/3816041658661133359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hope-candlelight-wishes-will-come.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-5295455607485114814</id><published>2007-08-21T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:39:35.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/____Her_dream____by_ketaminepill.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, this picture tugged at the wrong side of my heartstrings.&lt;br /&gt;0138 and i'm still not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &amp;credits to whoever the picture belongs to. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-5295455607485114814?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5295455607485114814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=5295455607485114814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/5295455607485114814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/5295455607485114814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/somehow-this-picture-tugged-at-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-2352363633362798233</id><published>2007-08-21T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:56:10.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 0049 in the morning now&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings are getting to me&lt;br /&gt;i guess i felt silly and looked around &lt;br /&gt;saw a few that i liked&lt;br /&gt;but its making me feel awful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will it &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; be my turn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-2352363633362798233?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38585777.post-8690306793996578143</id><published>2007-08-14T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:28:09.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; This is my new companion. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin, day and night, sickness and health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/14082007233.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/14082007234.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, he's got the silly smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-8690306793996578143?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8690306793996578143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=8690306793996578143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/8690306793996578143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/8690306793996578143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-my-new-companion.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38585777.post-1872491009501566267</id><published>2007-08-09T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:27:28.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/02eeb33a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its been one year now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you still as much as i did,&lt;br /&gt;on the day i got you as a little bunny,&lt;br /&gt;and held you in fear that i might break your bones or that you'd bite me&lt;br /&gt;as much as i held you so tight and shook your lifeless body on the carpet&lt;br /&gt;hoping you'd do the smallest thing like move your little nose just the way you always did it&lt;br /&gt;You didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped you up in your bath towel,&lt;br /&gt;and cradled you in my arms and cried hysterically for two nonstop hours&lt;br /&gt;and as i held you, I woke daddy and mommy up,&lt;br /&gt;called sister who was in sydney, called kyrie and theresa and joyce to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I took a few snapshots of you, it was all i had to remember the little love i had for nine years &lt;br /&gt;The pet people came to take you after awhile,&lt;br /&gt;they put you in that little cage of theirs&lt;br /&gt;the one you must be so unfamiliar with&lt;br /&gt;(i'd figure if you were alive, you'd be peeing all over it in fear)&lt;br /&gt;as i put you in, i secretly shook you &lt;br /&gt;in pure desperation that you'd wake up&lt;br /&gt;once again, You didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over and kissed you on your forehead,&lt;br /&gt;exactly on that special strand of white fur you had&lt;br /&gt;I closed the cage, watched as the strange lady slowly carried you and put you into the van&lt;br /&gt;and drove off with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down, sat on the floor and cried.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 days have gone by now&lt;br /&gt;occasionally i still hold your little urn and sit at our favourite corner of the house &lt;br /&gt;and talk to you about my day&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i've been so busy lately to do that.&lt;br /&gt;But i want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;not a moment goes by, when i listen to that one song,&lt;br /&gt;go by a pet shop, look at another rabbit that i don't think of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were still here. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'd love him too&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the wonderful nine years,&lt;br /&gt;my little brother, my best friend and most trusted companion.&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38585777.post-2000720060496891657</id><published>2007-08-07T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:44:42.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in such a good mood now its unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prancing around my house, singing "End of the World" to myself and Kanti (because she's the only one whose home)&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait till mommy gets home and then i'll sing to her too. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running to the kitchen every two minutes just to drink a sip of Big M chocolate Milk,&lt;br /&gt;the Strawberry one is waiting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hyper now. Big big rush of Joy!&lt;br /&gt;Must be the dolphins and of cos, little transformer &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt; hums to the song of Gym class heroes - Clothes off&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to take our clothes off&lt;br /&gt;We have to party all night&lt;br /&gt;And we have to take our clothes off&lt;br /&gt;To have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW. RANDOM RANDOM AGAIN! &lt;br /&gt;I LIKE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go swimming now.&lt;br /&gt;I want a Big house with my own swimming pool in the backyard,&lt;br /&gt;so that laziness is never an issue between me and the water. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat Island Creamery Ice Cream now again. &lt;br /&gt;Banana, Nutella, Chendol, Strawberry, Reverso and apple pie! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to the crazy ten year friend now.&lt;br /&gt;So hungry. &lt;br /&gt;so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-2000720060496891657?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2000720060496891657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=2000720060496891657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/2000720060496891657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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for &lt;br /&gt;to make me happy all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight         &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-8202096911849280551?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8202096911849280551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=8202096911849280551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/8202096911849280551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/8202096911849280551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-early-but-im-heading-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-5729845629380014064</id><published>2007-08-05T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T01:00:40.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-5729845629380014064?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5729845629380014064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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over my head,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm over my head again.&lt;br /&gt;and I keep thinking that I'll get through this mess,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll find happiness and then,&lt;br /&gt;I'll have everything I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;But what if all I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't turn out being what I want it to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-646497862838392860?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/646497862838392860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=646497862838392860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/646497862838392860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38585777.post-5093834367159896789</id><published>2007-08-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:53:24.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got home from Luke's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to finally see the extended family again.&lt;br /&gt;like really nice. &lt;br /&gt;Met some i've never seen before in my entire life,&lt;br /&gt;some that i haven't seen in ages,&lt;br /&gt;some that i just recently caught up with.&lt;br /&gt;Wish some others came too ):&lt;br /&gt;But still, i had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle boy's 60th birthday at the end of the month,&lt;br /&gt;going to see them all again!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a picture,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest still with kellie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmvZEzmRMfA/RrCgCfYOOWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ern2_xFZN5g/s1600-h/01082007203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmvZEzmRMfA/RrCgCfYOOWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ern2_xFZN5g/s320/01082007203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093747143199308130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is possibly about 1/3 of the entire family. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-5093834367159896789?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5093834367159896789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=5093834367159896789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>或许命运的签只让我们遇见.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-6311793549796904071?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6311793549796904071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=6311793549796904071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/6311793549796904071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/6311793549796904071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-5164457517332346429</id><published>2007-07-30T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:16:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere far far away from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days where i feel like i'm merely existing,&lt;br /&gt;and today's one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to a bar or club&lt;br /&gt;and drink my heart's (and possibly liver ) out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just a big tub of icecream &lt;br /&gt;and my new pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how everything's going now.&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere near right at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get away. &lt;br /&gt;Like now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-5164457517332346429?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5164457517332346429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=5164457517332346429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/5164457517332346429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/5164457517332346429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-intentionally.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38585777.post-8491462276869629235</id><published>2007-07-26T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:13:10.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't wanna close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss you, babe &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do &lt;br /&gt;I'll still miss you, babe &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-8491462276869629235?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8491462276869629235/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>the sudden craving for island creamery's Banana and Nutella icecream now&lt;br /&gt;and i could really do with a shower and a car ride now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'll be looking at the moon&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-325140557512603734?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/325140557512603734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=325140557512603734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/325140557512603734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;But he is somewhere else,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere she cannot see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-6377689846300514714?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6377689846300514714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=6377689846300514714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/6377689846300514714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/6377689846300514714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-sun-shines-down-on-land-so-her-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>can 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=1937866065266758546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/1937866065266758546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/1937866065266758546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-lonely-people-where-do-they-all.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-7492401190157334890</id><published>2007-07-19T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:29:27.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got down to changing my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing it since two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; since i'm home and not in the mood to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to blog and update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST THREE WEEKS, I HAVE,&lt;br /&gt;(not in any order)&lt;br /&gt;1) watched Harry Potter and Order of the Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;2) Done a few school camps&lt;br /&gt;3) argued with the sister and made up&lt;br /&gt;4) a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;5) been drinking lots of water&lt;br /&gt;6) read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;7) read Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;br /&gt;8) been reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;br /&gt;9) awaiting anxiously the arrival of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;10) done all my usual daily routine&lt;br /&gt;11) not been meeting people i have been supposed to meet ):&lt;br /&gt;12) caught up with some lucky ones &lt;br /&gt;13) been sleeping alot alot less&lt;br /&gt;14) not shopped at all &lt;br /&gt;15) kissed my pet ant like too many times&lt;br /&gt;16) been tempted to go overseas and study&lt;br /&gt;17) cried so many times during camps&lt;br /&gt;18) not gone to the gym &lt;br /&gt;19) gone to the beach &lt;br /&gt;20) been intending to go swimming&lt;br /&gt;21) been cutting down on coke&lt;br /&gt;22) not yet watched tonnes of show&lt;br /&gt;23) been wanting to watch the NDP&lt;br /&gt;24) done work&lt;br /&gt;25) not been doing much work :)&lt;br /&gt;26) the urge to change my ipod to the red one(like finally)&lt;br /&gt;27) been missing my pet rabbit sooooo much&lt;br /&gt;28) GRADUATED FROM SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;29) begun to love mornings more than i do nights&lt;br /&gt;30) a new little transformer which i absolutely love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i've been up to in the last three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special, Nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;except for some that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, i'm going to let pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;Way due pictures of Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/Slide1-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From top to bottom, left to right.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&amp;Daddy, Mr Azhar :D, Ameer(Nigga!)&lt;br /&gt;Dilys&amp;ahGirl, Hazel, Dilys&amp;Ahgirl, Muqsit:)&lt;br /&gt;Suban,Colin&amp; Muq, Chalven :D, Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/Slide2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt;From top to bottom, left to right.&lt;br /&gt;Colin:) , Hafid( is that how I spell it?), Maomao&lt;br /&gt;Darren, Theresa, Adeline,Yanlee, ShauneShaune&amp;Ah Girl&lt;br /&gt;Minyi, Muq in his army uniform, Laurie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/Slide4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt;From top to bottom, left to right.&lt;br /&gt;Zizi&amp; Ahgirl, 1/4 of BM0430 &amp; Miss Denise Leong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You all, who have helped to make my poly days beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Words are not enough to express my heartfelt gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;but words are all i have.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You and I love you all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/Slide3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; my princess ah girl, Joycelyn. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason for my happiness in my school life.&lt;br /&gt;The one who never fails to always be there for me (except occasional absence from class)&lt;br /&gt;The one who never fails to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;The one who i can trust no matter what&lt;br /&gt;The one who i know that we'll be friends till the day we die&lt;br /&gt;The one i love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Dawn and Mich, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you too.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the crazy strawberry yogurt addiction i had&lt;br /&gt;its alot less, i think i haven't drank it in like months now&lt;br /&gt;but you both have been two of my loveliest friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I STILL WANT A PICTURE WITH YOU,&lt;br /&gt;YES, YOU THREE&lt;br /&gt;KYRIE, LEROY &amp; GARY! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed. Because i know tomorrow's going to be a beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-7492401190157334890?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7492401190157334890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=7492401190157334890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/7492401190157334890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/7492401190157334890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-got-down-to-changing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-3253009924419261036</id><published>2007-06-29T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:46:36.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/i_love_her_by_jayorme.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo credited to ~jayorme from Deviantart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I promise. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got me and I've got you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; There can be miracles, when you believe. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IWALMGBWTSS :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-3253009924419261036?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3253009924419261036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=3253009924419261036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/3253009924419261036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/3253009924419261036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/photo-credited-to-jayorme-from.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-9135198026750162297</id><published>2007-06-07T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:18:12.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Was surfing quotes, and i saw this. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get at the end of it? A Death! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that, a bonus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the life cycle is all backwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should die first, get it out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then you live in an old age home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get kicked out when you're too young, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get a gold watch, you go to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to grade school, you become a kid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you play, you have no responsibilities, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you become a little baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you go back into the womb, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you spend your last nine months floating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and you finish off as an orgasm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; - George Carlin quotes (American stand-up Comedian, Actor and Author. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. What a funny man. &lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad based on the mood i'm in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if i had to describe Life,&lt;br /&gt;all I need is just a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Unfair. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's Unfair. Yep, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;No better word to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are born rich. Some are born poor. &lt;br /&gt;Some have beautiful families. Some have broken ones.&lt;br /&gt;Some are goodlooking and tall. Some are just ugly and short.&lt;br /&gt;Some have nice voices. Some can't sing to save their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Some are capable. Some just aren't.&lt;br /&gt;Some are smart. Some are just plain dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Some are slim. Some are fat.&lt;br /&gt;Some laugh at people. Some gets laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;Some bullies. Some gets bullied.&lt;br /&gt;Some hurt others. Some gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Some plays with feelings. Some has their feelings played.&lt;br /&gt;Some are always loved. Some are always loving.&lt;br /&gt;Some takes advantage of people. Some get taken advantage of by people.&lt;br /&gt;Some gets everything they want. Some gets nothing they want.&lt;br /&gt;Some are born happy. Some will never be.&lt;br /&gt;Some are always appreciated. Some are never.&lt;br /&gt;Some always have someone to count on. Some worry about betrayal all day.&lt;br /&gt;Some have a smooth sailing life. Some have a life that's never right.&lt;br /&gt;Some people get things other people want. Some just wait around.&lt;br /&gt;Some people never appreciate things they have. Some appreciate things they will never have.&lt;br /&gt;Some think life is unfair. Some don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those who think it is. &lt;br /&gt;That sometimes i find, no matter how much we do,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what it takes, no matter what happens,&lt;br /&gt;there are just some things that will just never come our way. &lt;br /&gt;but still, its not wrong to hold on to that glimmer of hope.&lt;br /&gt;It might be a faint hope, but sometimes it is hope that keeps people going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I've got so many questions. But no answers. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-9135198026750162297?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9135198026750162297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=9135198026750162297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/9135198026750162297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/9135198026750162297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/was-surfing-quotes-and-i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-6274930194154283161</id><published>2007-05-25T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:00:34.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/IMG_2840.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME AND DADDY'S CUTE CONVERSATION &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;(at least to me it is, and thats enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I LOVE YOU MUCH MUCH &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY: SSAAMMEE SSAAMMEE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY: oKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK(:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, and sometimes i forget his age.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i love him much much.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;i&gt; i'll always need you like the ocean needs the shore&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; You're all i need to get by. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-6274930194154283161?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6274930194154283161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=6274930194154283161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/6274930194154283161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/6274930194154283161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-and-daddys-cute-conversation-3-at.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-1548259629456620912</id><published>2007-05-18T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T01:58:34.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was looking through old photos, and i found this.&lt;br /&gt;fond memories (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/P1020846.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRLIES AT OUR LITTLE PJ PARTY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/P1030133.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVELIES AT CNY PARTY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/P1030199.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SECONDARY SCHOOL LOVES  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/File0017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRLIES. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/8d683902.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/P1030836.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOUR OF US &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/P1010316.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ******* IN 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt; and the girl i miss the most. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/P1030099.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PRINCESS AH GIRL &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i still remember this picture.&lt;br /&gt;when we were wishing for things that never came our way.&lt;br /&gt;when we'd wish on lighters, candles and leaves&lt;br /&gt;and especially when we say the same things.&lt;br /&gt;one of the friendship in this world that i'd never let go off.&lt;br /&gt;(yes kyrie, you too :D okay lah, theresa also . )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-1548259629456620912?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1548259629456620912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=1548259629456620912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/1548259629456620912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/1548259629456620912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-looking-through-old-photos-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-918525403702311327</id><published>2007-05-18T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T01:57:29.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like what my msn personal message says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;HOW DO I GET TICKETS TO SEE MANUTD IN MALAYSIA? &lt;/3 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/5xpv4gl.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW? HOW? HOW?&lt;br /&gt;I need to go and see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Law of Attraction. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; get to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;I must go and call up the cousin who works in AIG tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-918525403702311327?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/918525403702311327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=918525403702311327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/918525403702311327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/918525403702311327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/like-what-my-msn-personal-message-says.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-4118588322114369273</id><published>2007-05-04T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:00:54.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ten random things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;one) MAN UTD LOST ): &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;two) I WANT TO GO ON A HOLIDAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;three) I WANT TO GO TO THE ZOO/NIGHT SAFARI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;four) SCHOOL'S STARTING SOON&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;five) I HAVE A BIG CRAVING FOR STRAWBERRY YOGURT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=grey&gt;six) I NEED TO GO TAKE MY DRIVING SOON&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;seven) I WANT TO BUY A CAR! AND THE BROWN AND WHITE BUNNIES TOO! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;eight) MY DOG'S SICK &amp; MY SISTER'S IGNORING ME&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=cyan&gt;nine) I WANT TO GO SWIMMING/SENTOSA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=brown&gt;ten) I MISS MY PET ANT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to update/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there are lines upon my face &lt;br /&gt;From a life time of smiles &lt;br /&gt;When the time comes to embrace &lt;br /&gt;For one long last wine &lt;br /&gt;We can laugh about how time really flies &lt;br /&gt;We won’t say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause true love never dies &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+2&gt; &lt;3 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-4118588322114369273?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38585777.post-1121546048080367647</id><published>2007-04-17T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:28:28.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=-1&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;the cutest phone call &lt;3 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-1121546048080367647?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1121546048080367647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=1121546048080367647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/1121546048080367647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/1121546048080367647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/cutest-phone-call-3.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-1791303015147726020</id><published>2007-04-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:28:58.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you, each and every single one of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;for the beautiful suprise party; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bestest friend, &lt;br /&gt;my secondbest friend&lt;br /&gt;gary, &lt;br /&gt;leroy, &lt;br /&gt;gerald,&lt;br /&gt;elsa, &lt;br /&gt;cheryl, &lt;br /&gt;arul, &lt;br /&gt;jeff, &lt;br /&gt;max &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for turning up :D&lt;br /&gt;and the gifts too!&lt;br /&gt;it was really sweet and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; thank you ever so much &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; and the wishes (&lt;i&gt;extra early &amp; belated ones too&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the family, muq, ah girl, bekka&lt;br /&gt;chalven, dawn, mich,&lt;br /&gt;danny, chuanlay, yy &lt;br /&gt;colin, minty, kimmy, dee&lt;br /&gt;dennis, ian, graham&lt;br /&gt;isk, jasper, jay&lt;br /&gt;huiyi (happy birthday too twin!), siaoying, peiqi, &lt;br /&gt;shafinah, marcus, suban, deen&lt;br /&gt;kellie, vonica, siti&lt;br /&gt;chris, abby, yijia, rachel, amanda&lt;br /&gt;sarah, xt, faizal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; thank you all. hope i didn't miss anyone out. :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;&lt;i&gt; the beautiful tie and malt icecream, with love &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-1791303015147726020?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1791303015147726020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=1791303015147726020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/1791303015147726020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/1791303015147726020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-you-each-and-every-single-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-3032419864832639199</id><published>2007-04-09T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:15:58.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been long since ive even been here,&lt;br /&gt;cant really be bothered to/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is in a mess, &lt;br /&gt;clothes are piling up,&lt;br /&gt;books are under the bed&lt;br /&gt;and its really dusty&lt;br /&gt;looking at my own room irritates me&lt;br /&gt;so today i finally took some time off to clear it&lt;br /&gt;and of course not forgetting incessant naggings from my mom and sis&lt;br /&gt;guess that finally took a toll on me&lt;br /&gt;so now my room's less messy&lt;br /&gt;clothes are in the wash&lt;br /&gt;books are still under the bed&lt;br /&gt;and its still dusty cos i'm sneezing like mad now&lt;br /&gt;doesn't help that i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going through the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;found lots of stuffs &lt;br /&gt;looked at my old secondary school textbooks&lt;br /&gt;with scribbles of names and smileys all over it&lt;br /&gt;i never did pay much attention in class i figured&lt;br /&gt;found little letters i used to write to people&lt;br /&gt;and the ones i'd get&lt;br /&gt;found lots of cards from my dad, &lt;br /&gt;the sec two cliquers which i miss so very much&lt;br /&gt;that lovely droopy&lt;br /&gt;and other things from alot of other people that meant so much&lt;br /&gt;and then it got me all nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;thinking how all these people are right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;people who i use to meet almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;people who i use to love&lt;br /&gt;people who use to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;people who use to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;people who made a big difference in my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now all i can do is wonder if they're doing fine out there&lt;br /&gt;but i do miss each and everyone very much/&lt;br /&gt;from the primary school friends,&lt;br /&gt;to the beautiful secondary school sunshines&lt;br /&gt;to the wonderful poly buddies&lt;br /&gt;and the akltg lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;funny how time changes things&lt;br /&gt;how things that could have been meant to be&lt;br /&gt;could have been beautiful&lt;br /&gt;could have altered your entire destiny&lt;br /&gt;could have lasted that one lifetime&lt;br /&gt;yet all you can do is watch as time slips away&lt;br /&gt;because there's nothing you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;nothing but wish and hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-3032419864832639199?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38585777.post-9111289957701776621</id><published>2007-03-16T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:32:43.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/Slide1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt; especially for my best friend, muqsit (: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( no kyrie, youre &lt;b&gt; also&lt;/b&gt; my best friend. :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to serve the country in about approx eleven hours from now,&lt;br /&gt;feels like i have so much to say to you, but posting it on my blog wouldnt serve justice to those words.&lt;br /&gt;its been about three years since ive known you, maybe a little less, but who really cares&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the nice memories throughout these years,&lt;br /&gt;the late night complains and comfort, &lt;br /&gt;the infamous irritating cheycheycheys,&lt;br /&gt;the evermostbeautiful Tong Hua, and Mungkin Nanti &amp; Belaian Jiwa &lt;br /&gt;the so sinful pratas and ice milos at our favourite hangout place&lt;br /&gt;the nice little busrides on 167 and the inevitable squabbles whenever i want to take 162 instead&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate milkshakes at macs&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the beautiful things that have formed our beautiful friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks, and you must meet me okay! &lt;br /&gt;take ever greatest care of yourself in there,&lt;br /&gt;EAT MORE OKAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i dont care if it sounds mushy or whatsoever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt; I LOVE YOU &amp; I'LL MISS YOU WHEN YOURE GONE. :)&lt;br /&gt;with much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-9111289957701776621?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9111289957701776621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=9111289957701776621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/9111289957701776621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/9111289957701776621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/especially-for-my-best-friend-muqsit-no.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-4200405384794545991</id><published>2007-02-18T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:15:35.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sitting alone in Starbucks,&lt;br /&gt;drinking my hot Mocha and eating my sugared donut,&lt;br /&gt;its so cold here, that my toes feel like theyre about to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;what a clever idea to wear slippers.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i remembered to pack my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew how cold it was in Genting.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow it doesnt really feel like i'm here,&lt;br /&gt;but in some really far far away country.&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little homesick, but thats not possible because my entire family is in the same building as me,&lt;br /&gt;just that i'm not 21, thus i'm stuck here in Starbucks, reading up on my IMC notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the weather :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-4200405384794545991?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4200405384794545991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=4200405384794545991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/4200405384794545991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/4200405384794545991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-sitting-alone-in-starbucks-drinking.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-934983078491050285</id><published>2007-02-18T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T06:20:51.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was supposed to have gone off 45 minutes ago,&lt;br /&gt;but im still home,&lt;br /&gt;all because me &amp; my sister woke up late :)&lt;br /&gt;really random stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;1)im rushing an entry, because im waiting for mommy to pack the love letters, bak kwa, pineapple tarts, and my kueh balu! (:&lt;br /&gt;2)ive brought my eeyore along to sleep in the car. :D&lt;br /&gt;3) my entire family is in National Day colors. Daddy &amp; Mommy in red, Sister &amp; I in white. All because, Red &amp; White are lucky colors for the Rabbits &amp; Dragons.&lt;br /&gt;4) IM REALLY SLEEPY &amp; WE'RE REALLY LATE.&lt;br /&gt;5) i'll miss each &amp; every single one of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; KYRIE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a safe flight tmrw. I'll see You soon. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU DEAR KYRIE, DEEP DOWN IN MY HEART,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU DEAR KYRIE, DEEP DOWN IN MY HEART,&lt;br /&gt;TALK ABOUT DEEP DEEP DOWN DOWN,&lt;br /&gt;DEEP DOWN IN MY HEART,&lt;br /&gt;TALK ABOUT DEEP DEEP DOWN DOWN&lt;br /&gt;DEEP DOWN IN MY HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, off i go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-934983078491050285?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/934983078491050285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=934983078491050285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/934983078491050285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/934983078491050285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-supposed-to-have-gone-off-45.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-5052596516893139436</id><published>2007-02-18T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:01:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=+1&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt; HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR MY LOVES! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may this new year usher in prosperity, good health and Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im heading off to Genting with the family in about four hours time.&lt;br /&gt;i need to go and sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you all. &lt;br /&gt;and just in case, anything happens *touch wood,&lt;br /&gt;i love you all, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-5052596516893139436?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5052596516893139436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=5052596516893139436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/5052596516893139436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/5052596516893139436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-my-loves-may.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-117138726581028194</id><published>2007-02-14T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:25:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=+1&gt;Happy Valentine's Day &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big shoutout to the ones i Love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the happily-in-Love couples, &lt;br /&gt;may this day be special in every single possible way for the both of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the singles out there,&lt;br /&gt;may You find the most special someone in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; i love you all. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that special One,&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Dia de S.Valentim. Eu Amo-te :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-117138726581028194?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/117138726581028194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=117138726581028194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/117138726581028194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/117138726581028194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-big-shoutout-to.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-117138715874529156</id><published>2007-02-14T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:25:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fourteenth of February; &lt;br /&gt;someone once told me "its just a day where everything becomes more expensive, all in the name of Love"&lt;br /&gt;i never did really like this day.&lt;br /&gt;could never quite understand the concept behind it,&lt;br /&gt;why do you need a day to actually express your Love to someone?&lt;br /&gt;when everyday spent with your Love ones, is truly a Valentine's day in that day itself.&lt;br /&gt;i know for a matter of fact, that i'd do the &lt;i&gt;littlelest&lt;/i&gt; of things just to see the one i Love, smile.&lt;br /&gt;the things i'd do, the words i'd say, just so that the one i Love will know, how so beautiful He is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; i know, Youre somewhere out there &lt;br /&gt;-  my Love, my Valentine. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite it all, maybe on a lighter note, i'm just a sour little grape. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-117138715874529156?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/117138715874529156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=117138715874529156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/117138715874529156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/117138715874529156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/fourteenth-of-february-someone-once.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-116965754790338691</id><published>2007-01-25T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:53:38.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do i really live in a fairytale?&lt;br /&gt;maybe Reality scares me,&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i'm just afraid things arent as beautiful as ive always pictured it to be/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but nothing really matters anyway. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-116965754790338691?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116965754790338691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=116965754790338691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116965754790338691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116965754790338691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-i-really-live-in-fairytale-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-116931140428604778</id><published>2007-01-21T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:43:24.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found this piece of paper in my cupboard while clearing stuffs today,&lt;br /&gt;it read &lt;b&gt; " Love hurts, doesnt it? " &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was written on 16october, in 2002.&lt;br /&gt;nearly 4 years and 3 months later,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt; still &lt;/b&gt; think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-116931140428604778?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116931140428604778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=116931140428604778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116931140428604778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116931140428604778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-found-this-piece-of-paper-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-116923210009506185</id><published>2007-01-20T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T02:44:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went Body Combat today again :D&lt;br /&gt;i cannot explain how awfully proud i am of myself,&lt;br /&gt;45minutes before class, i had lunch&lt;br /&gt;which ended up in a serious case of stitches during BC,&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt give up, i persevered :) so happy.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i skipped doing the weights today,&lt;br /&gt;headed for dinner at Crystal Jade with Gary&amp;Elsa, Kyrie&amp;Theresa&lt;br /&gt;then to Swensens for EarthQuake &amp; Topless Five,&lt;br /&gt;13 flavours of IceCream, Lots of toppings &amp; whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;and the entire Body Combat session gone to waste :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CheeseCake session tmrw. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I knew it was too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm the only one who understands me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-116923210009506185?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116923210009506185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=116923210009506185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116923210009506185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116923210009506185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-went-body-combat-today-again-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-116905921031877226</id><published>2007-01-18T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T02:56:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I wish this could have been any other way&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-116905921031877226?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116905921031877226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=116905921031877226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116905921031877226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116905921031877226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wish-this-could-have-been-any-other.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-116902112723143427</id><published>2007-01-17T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:05:27.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im at the Bestest Friend's house,&lt;br /&gt;she's apparently not feeling very well,&lt;br /&gt;so i skipped the seminar, &amp; came over to her place.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, she seems pretty fine to me :)&lt;br /&gt;no wonder she aspires to be a director someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyrie says: cannot! can see my sexy legs. you better put some star to cover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/PIC3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anything that makes her happy (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp; she's got such a strange alter ego, look at the things found in her room. :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/PIC.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i think she's taking what kenneth said about her being a policewoman seriously. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/PIC2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, i love her. although she's 3/4 pissed at me because ive been ignoring her and her Coughs &amp; her "i'm going to die soon." because im blogging :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how beautiful, when i'm nearly done, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/IMG_3386.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; she's gone to bed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-116902112723143427?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116902112723143427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=116902112723143427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116902112723143427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116902112723143427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-at-bestest-friends-house-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-116896779169341739</id><published>2007-01-17T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:16:31.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i could close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wake up to a better someday.&lt;br /&gt;but i know tomorrow wont be that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-116896779169341739?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116896779169341739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=116896779169341739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116896779169341739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116896779169341739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wish-i-could-close-my-eyes-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-116891151835315807</id><published>2007-01-16T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:23:00.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went for Body Combat yesteday,&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly, my body doesnt hurt. &lt;br /&gt;not that i'm complaining about it.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i'll go this wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;9am class is nearly over, after 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;maybe me &amp; ah girl will go for breakfast instead,&lt;br /&gt;no, actually i think we have to discuss our project. &lt;br /&gt;i think im starting to accumulate my sleep debt again,&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till 2ndMarch till i can get a real good rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-116891151835315807?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116891151835315807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=116891151835315807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116891151835315807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116891151835315807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-went-for-body-combat-yesteday.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><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-38585777.post-116876956791358971</id><published>2007-01-14T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T18:45:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been so long since ive last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;i would have been done with Paris,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; have been home before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; that was supposed to happen, four months ago. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, i chose to stay on in hazy-turned-rainy singapore.&lt;br /&gt;im glad i didnt go anyway :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so now, the blogging saga is back. ( at least for the time being )&lt;br /&gt;at least between me, kyrie &amp; theresa.&lt;br /&gt;pure peer pressure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain these few days have been the cause of my really lousy mood,&lt;br /&gt;plus not forgetting the fact that &lt;b&gt; certain things &lt;/b&gt; have suddenly been so &lt;i&gt; different &lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but well, ive got to understand, without much of a choice though. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to fall sick real soon, &lt;br /&gt;which isnt a good thing to happen right now, &lt;br /&gt;since ive got six projects due in a time frame of two to four weeks from now,&lt;br /&gt;two written tests coming up next week,&lt;br /&gt;and lots of presentations to prepare for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; how Lovely. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to my beautiful decade friend, &lt;br /&gt;i love you, so very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/blue_meliz15/IMG_3166.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, im wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;With these things i'll never say/ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38585777-116876956791358971?l=vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116876956791358971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38585777&amp;postID=116876956791358971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116876956791358971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38585777/posts/default/116876956791358971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagepaperheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-so-long-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>can we just pretend?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
