<?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-8949442800708422134</id><updated>2012-02-15T01:57:35.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Listen.</title><subtitle type='html'>Moments in time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1901923627440342917</id><published>2011-12-04T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T04:07:08.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>夏天的主题是咸咸的海水。</title><content type='html'>hi, haven't updated for a while. the plan was to update this often while i travel but who wants to be antisocial typing furiously away on their laptop when there's so many new people to meet, food to indulge in, shopping and especially when there are old friends that i hardly ever get to see, not me. (what about now you may ask?) well im in gold coast atm and my sole entertainer is in the shower, im next in line.what's new? well about a day ago i was still in the fashion capital of australia, melbourne where shopping malls are 6storeys high and strange traffic rules apply seeing as trams are everywhere, where it was steaming hot one day &amp; freezing cold the next. I liked melbourne, it was, to me at least, a bigger &amp; better auckland, yet maintaining the atmosphere of relaxation and peace (minus few occasions. Living in CBD was a significant contribution to my conclusion, we lived 2minutes away from the train station, 10minutes away from victoria markets, big place that sells items ranging from t-shirts and juicy fresh fruits to seafood and living chicken + fresh eggs, oh did i mention we were across the road from melbourne central?(6storey shopping centre). yea pretty sweet (: Only spending a week in melbourne meant little shopping and exploring time, intense family time and my obvious issue of having a short temper (related to intense family time i would say). The objective was Hattie's graduation, officially got "master of architecture". Nonetheless, graduation was a pain, so in the morning we walked for about 1hr for the graduates' parade, to hear a short speech then in the afternoon we were required to attend the actual ceremony, which was about 4hrs long (I KNOW RIGHT!?!?). Anywho, the trip and stay in melbourne opened my eyes to bigger and better things, i miss auckland and the people, the highschoolers from church and just my small comfy hole. haha. despite the lack of shopping time i still managed a few  good buys/bargains including 2 pairs of shoes, 4 skirts, 2dresses &amp; a blazer/jacket. not too bad (:====Just arrived in gold coast yesterday, just hung around &amp; caught up with elena mostly, watched the proposal (yes you should watch it, sandra bullock is an absolute cutie). This morning i finally met Sze Sze, probably one of the most quirky people EVER (: went out for brunch and shopped around with Sze Sze as elena was working (barista) but it was a good day, 3dresses (love gc!!). Bruch was great, went to the cafe called concubine(yea i dont like the name...) and the decor was cute, the atmosphere was good and i am sooooooooo ready for more! I've been taking a lot of photos but i forgot to bring the cord so i guess nothing can be uploaded until im back home. the next stop? after about 2weeks of gold coast, im off to sydney &amp; merroo.plans tmrw? something along the lines of shopping &amp; bekrim(sp?) yoga (doing yoga at high temp.)todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1901923627440342917?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1901923627440342917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1901923627440342917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1901923627440342917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='夏天的主题是咸咸的海水。'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3818344531094038000</id><published>2011-11-19T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T02:57:04.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>voicemail</title><content type='html'>Hi it's me again, &lt;br /&gt;Hope you still recognise my voice. &lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to apologize for all the promises I broke, didn't even try to keep;  for all the hours I've wasted of your time, for hurting you,for being ungrateful.  I owe you a lot, I deny it but you've shaped me. Your presence, like all those who were close to me, contributed to who I am today. &lt;br /&gt;Next year I doubt we'll have nice chats like we used to but it's a new beginning. Im not sure about you but I need a new start,  better year and just in general,  brighter outlook on life. To tell you the truth, I will miss our conversations but Im not pathetic,  living without them won't be hard (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, waffley me. The point of this was suppose to be a proper goodbye.  I have a feeling I'll see less and less of you,  intentionally or not. SoI guess this is it. Bye , bet you're expecting me to say : I will really miss you and visit me when you get back. But it's really only bye.  这个世界上，没有谁是离不开谁的。  不对吗？ &lt;br /&gt;抬起头吧 。 我真的很喜欢你笑哦(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeyoucheckit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3818344531094038000?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3818344531094038000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/11/voicemail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3818344531094038000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3818344531094038000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/11/voicemail.html' title='voicemail'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1675534227665356567</id><published>2011-11-14T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T04:08:54.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet me at dawn.</title><content type='html'>Someone a long time ago asked if I believed in love at first sight. &lt;br /&gt;Being my cynical self, I answered with absolute confidence,  no I did not.&lt;br /&gt;But thinking back, what is love? &lt;br /&gt;A better answer would probably been,  what value does love hold nowadays.  Presumably little.&lt;br /&gt;If so, what then is the value of love at first sight?  Even less. &lt;br /&gt;It lacks sincerity and have become a rather shallow topic. &lt;br /&gt;===========&lt;br /&gt;Bio sooner):&lt;br /&gt; Exams are rather disappointing so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1675534227665356567?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1675534227665356567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/11/meet-me-at-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1675534227665356567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1675534227665356567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/11/meet-me-at-dawn.html' title='meet me at dawn.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3472166144002549678</id><published>2011-11-13T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:18:30.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQstx-hE8R4/TsFpPqd9-UI/AAAAAAAAAhI/AaHz-a2aup8/s1600/tumblr_ltme3fsL4f1qjewdno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; height: 273px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674932723282475330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQstx-hE8R4/TsFpPqd9-UI/AAAAAAAAAhI/AaHz-a2aup8/s400/tumblr_ltme3fsL4f1qjewdno1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i kind of miss you... and you... and you.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and realised that people drift away so fast. even if it wasnt meant to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happens so subtly &amp;amp; i hardly realised at the time.&lt;br /&gt;one year an important person move overseas, the next another important person move to a different school, a smaller town, one of those in which everyone knows everyone. Then, its yet another overseas or perhaps somewhere unreachable- the undiscovered land.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes , its not physically either, sometimes they can be right there sitting across the table but you dont know them anymore and hardly recognise their speech. Then it hits, somewhere along the line, you lost them too.&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/8949442800708422134-3472166144002549678?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3472166144002549678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3472166144002549678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3472166144002549678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQstx-hE8R4/TsFpPqd9-UI/AAAAAAAAAhI/AaHz-a2aup8/s72-c/tumblr_ltme3fsL4f1qjewdno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8846245678571296158</id><published>2011-11-04T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:31:06.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Or Break It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkuaSIWP-dI/Tr4tzag4aWI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vtI7aTHwYm0/s1600/tumblr_lr9bpyUWGJ1qgujfno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkuaSIWP-dI/Tr4tzag4aWI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vtI7aTHwYm0/s400/tumblr_lr9bpyUWGJ1qgujfno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674022941847218530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill learn to suck it up, one day, to possess the drive that never was in me. &lt;br /&gt;losing isn't an option. winning isn't a choice, its the ONLY choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8846245678571296158?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8846245678571296158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-it-or-break-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8846245678571296158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8846245678571296158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-it-or-break-it.html' title='Make It Or Break It'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkuaSIWP-dI/Tr4tzag4aWI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vtI7aTHwYm0/s72-c/tumblr_lr9bpyUWGJ1qgujfno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5850158984808381889</id><published>2011-10-22T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T01:38:46.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little teaser (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCVmPYnaRqg/TqKA2uJlPTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/RwfYuQmyfxw/s1600/tumblr_l8odbgfiMr1qb2gv8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCVmPYnaRqg/TqKA2uJlPTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/RwfYuQmyfxw/s400/tumblr_l8odbgfiMr1qb2gv8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666232958775016754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========&lt;br /&gt;pretty brilliant idea methinks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=304006209615291&amp;id=1141790277#!/photo.php?v=2510875977913"&gt;CLICK MEEEEEE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5850158984808381889?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5850158984808381889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5850158984808381889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5850158984808381889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-teaser.html' title='a little teaser (;'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCVmPYnaRqg/TqKA2uJlPTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/RwfYuQmyfxw/s72-c/tumblr_l8odbgfiMr1qb2gv8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3605670118711387724</id><published>2011-10-21T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T20:21:33.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes darling</title><content type='html'>In my many hours of procrastination, coming across unique things on tumblr/artsy site is inevitable but a few "items" really impressed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoBiJr_G2oM/TqIupq7eU1I/AAAAAAAAAfc/KMpcIvtgv4c/s1600/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666142574618760018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoBiJr_G2oM/TqIupq7eU1I/AAAAAAAAAfc/KMpcIvtgv4c/s400/awesome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24t_VJum90w/TqIuprpXB2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/g8iC5zrYX1w/s1600/awesome1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 289px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666142574811219810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24t_VJum90w/TqIuprpXB2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/g8iC5zrYX1w/s400/awesome1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thewholescrapbook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Friel, The Imp of the Perverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A short story by Edgar Allan Poe, ‘The Imp of the Perverse’ discusses the imp inside all of us that leads us to do things we know we shouldn’t do. Each page is perforated in a grid system with sections of the text missing. Readers must follow the simple instructions to tear and fold specific sections to reveal the missing text. Books are usually perceived as precious objects and this destruction is engineered to give the reader conflicting feelings, do they keep the book in it’s perfect untorn form? Or give into the imp and enjoy tearing it apart?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8YYcRfa-gw/TqIvvLJYAKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PPVEJ7xwpsI/s1600/Autistic%2Bartist%2BStephen%2BWiltshire%2Bdraws%2BspARTISTellbinding%2B18ft%2Bpicture%2Bof%2BNew%2BYork%2Bfrom%2Bmemory%25E2%2580%25A6%2Bafter%2Ba%2B20-minute%2Bhelicopter%2Bride%2Bover%2Bthe%2Bcity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 274px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666143768677974178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8YYcRfa-gw/TqIvvLJYAKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PPVEJ7xwpsI/s400/Autistic%2Bartist%2BStephen%2BWiltshire%2Bdraws%2BspARTISTellbinding%2B18ft%2Bpicture%2Bof%2BNew%2BYork%2Bfrom%2Bmemory%25E2%2580%25A6%2Bafter%2Ba%2B20-minute%2Bhelicopter%2Bride%2Bover%2Bthe%2Bcity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7K8nzFjcPU8/TqIvu9JyrzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Jj2TbWZ5EPU/s1600/artist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 207px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666143764921626418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7K8nzFjcPU8/TqIvu9JyrzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Jj2TbWZ5EPU/s400/artist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autistic artist Stephen Wiltshire draws spellbinding 18ft picture of New York from memory… after a 20-minute helicopter ride over the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-df9gGRYvaAE/TqIx3SP50LI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6bi0wV5eQ4w/s1600/tumblr_lqkelgD7FF1qkp9t4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKlqW8A1Irs/TqIx3emZGnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0yYmSlP4jxE/s1600/tumblr_lqv8hkLi2G1qb3cxdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666146110362163826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKlqW8A1Irs/TqIx3emZGnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0yYmSlP4jxE/s400/tumblr_lqv8hkLi2G1qb3cxdo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know, i know, with technology these days, all of this could probably be put into an iphone &amp;amp; "the world is in your hands". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember the library in "A Series of Unfortunate Events"? this isn't as good i know but someone has this in REAL LIFE! fgkzldkgdgdkgj&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; on a more personal note; . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 261px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666146102324050946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4JOasPfEbPM/TqIx3Ap9PAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/H6hoEOmSF2Q/s400/tumblr_lkghd4Pcj11qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//appear in my life more often and you'd make me a happier girl, or so i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3605670118711387724?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3605670118711387724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes-darling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3605670118711387724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3605670118711387724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes-darling.html' title='Yes darling'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoBiJr_G2oM/TqIupq7eU1I/AAAAAAAAAfc/KMpcIvtgv4c/s72-c/awesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-7476494896190867771</id><published>2011-09-26T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T03:49:08.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpH-c0RwA04/ToBSmSZdsZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/F8ACdP6kCC4/s1600/tumblr_ls0qwbowho1qcmo9qo1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpH-c0RwA04/ToBSmSZdsZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/F8ACdP6kCC4/s400/tumblr_ls0qwbowho1qcmo9qo1_500_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656611949704491410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who offer you a shoulder isn't who you expect, borrow it and appreciate it, that's all you have for now. Don't forget it because they may need a shoulder too. &lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crucified with Christ and it is no longer I who liveth but Christ who lives in me, and the life which i now live, i live in faith, the faith of the son of God who loved me and gave Him self up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Galatians 2:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their most needy times, i just want you to know that God is always there waiting for you to turn to him. Jesus isn't a religion, He is really the best ever, with religion it's a ritual, with Christ and the churchlife, it's a matter of receiving life (: He's really just waiting for you to open your heart to let Him in. &lt;br /&gt;As we're living in the world today, we need to be REMINDED where He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it nice knowing that Someone loves you to that extent? that He was willing to go through such a process just so YOU can be saved? i like that thought but more so because experiencing it is very different to merely hearing what other people say and deciding whether it's right or wrong with your mind. You have a Spirit, people say follow your heart but in reality, follow your Spirit (: Don't miss the mark &amp; forget all you're outwardly doing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-7476494896190867771?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/7476494896190867771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/09/17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7476494896190867771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7476494896190867771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/09/17.html' title='17'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpH-c0RwA04/ToBSmSZdsZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/F8ACdP6kCC4/s72-c/tumblr_ls0qwbowho1qcmo9qo1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8259788728818921282</id><published>2011-09-25T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T03:08:18.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mindset</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;"我们以后会怎么样？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会跟别人一样，也会跟别人不一样。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people gain confidence as they grow out of their shell, they move on from being "the tom boy" to a plastic barbie doll. I think its different sometimes, sometimes you move backwards, you downgrade from where you were a few years back without realising until you look back one day and ask yourself, where did she go? you wonder what's left when all you had was confidence - confidence to face the world, confidence to try things you've never tried before, confidence to talk to anyone, and that with your old self slowly disintegrated into nothingness. You're not friends with people you were close with a few years back, you've supposedly found a new circle of friends but in reality most of them mean little outside of the boundaries of school and even less, you to them. You maintain you've changed little but the things that changed aren't only your friends, your values, your level of acceptance, your way of thinking, in fact, the only thing that hasn't changed is, perhaps, your refusal to loose because last isn't an option. And that is changing, you hear words of "encouragement" telling you, you can't win everything, it slowly plants itself in you and those "that's not good enough's" becomes "at least you gave it a shot". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, giving it a try isn't good enough, if you were in the right mind to try it, you should be getting results. Second best isn't good enough, if I can't settle for that, you shouldn't either. gogogogogooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to end with something inspiring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCpV3-zgCyc/ToBI5XAhk1I/AAAAAAAAAek/8KpCnx-Fy3M/s1600/1316917255685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 180px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656601282243302226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCpV3-zgCyc/ToBI5XAhk1I/AAAAAAAAAek/8KpCnx-Fy3M/s400/1316917255685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8259788728818921282?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8259788728818921282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/09/mindset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8259788728818921282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8259788728818921282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/09/mindset.html' title='mindset'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCpV3-zgCyc/ToBI5XAhk1I/AAAAAAAAAek/8KpCnx-Fy3M/s72-c/1316917255685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3328846549656450521</id><published>2011-09-04T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:59:25.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just read something from a few years back, quite ironic to be honest because she did change &amp; so did I, to the extent that we hardly talk anymore. Saw an old old photo today, realised how much we've grown up.我们不是以前的我们了， 其实很久以前就不是了。只是偶尔聊天时会有些怀念， 因为我很清楚，放弃了就不会有 ， 或， 不应该有， 第二次机会。并不会想挽回因为没有结果的事我宁可不做。如果是你的，就是你的，没有必要去追 。 好了， 我们放开手里的一切的一切， 还有脑海里的所有回忆，来做最棒的自己吧。预备。。。。 开始! 好了小朋友，向你的梦想与理想跨出勇敢的第一步吧(:' the journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step. '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3328846549656450521?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3328846549656450521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-read-something-from-few-years-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3328846549656450521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3328846549656450521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-read-something-from-few-years-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1383867347821476012</id><published>2011-08-01T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T03:30:14.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我。。。</title><content type='html'>真的很没事找事，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对不起。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1383867347821476012?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1383867347821476012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1383867347821476012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1383867347821476012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='我。。。'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3110521030682282146</id><published>2011-07-30T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T03:21:57.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heardyourheartsaylovelovelove</title><content type='html'>http://www.etsy.com/listing/78591224/breathtaking-french-175ct-diamond-ring?utm_source=bronto&amp;utm_medium=email&amp;utm_term=Image+-+http%3A%2F%2Fwww.etsy.com%2Flisting%2F78591224%2Fbreathtaking-french-175ct-diamond-ring&amp;utm_content=etsy_finds_072911&amp;utm_campaign=etsy_finds_072911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: came across this . hehe love etsy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3110521030682282146?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3110521030682282146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/heardyourheartsaylovelovelove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3110521030682282146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3110521030682282146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/heardyourheartsaylovelovelove.html' title='heardyourheartsaylovelovelove'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3483935919936846530</id><published>2011-07-28T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:33:09.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.K</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;So, writing my english essay &amp; came across this on dictionary.com ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Origin &amp; History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1839, only survivor of a slang fad in Boston and New York c.1838-9 for abbreviations of common phrases with deliberate, jocular misspellings (cf. K.G. for "no go," as if spelled "know go"); in this case, "oll korrect." Further popularized by use as an election slogan by the O.K. Club, New York boosters of Democratic president Martin Van Buren's 1840 re-election bid, in allusion to his nickname Old Kinderhook, from his birth in the N.Y. village of Kinderhook. Van Buren lost, the word stuck, in part because it filled a need for a quick way to write an approval on a document, bill, etc. The noun is first attested 1841; the verb 1888. Spelled out as okeh, 1919, by Woodrow Wilson, on assumption that it represented Choctaw okeh "it is so" (a theory which lacks historical documentation); this was ousted quickly by okay after the appearance of that form in 1929. Okey-doke is student slang first attested 1932. Greek immigrants to America who returned home early 20c. having picked up U.S. speech mannerisms were known in Greece as okay-boys, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmDrVQqG1XY/TjHxN5l1wNI/AAAAAAAAAec/_9c6eLgzirs/s1600/162716_10150112298351454_776871453_7671377_4273757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmDrVQqG1XY/TjHxN5l1wNI/AAAAAAAAAec/_9c6eLgzirs/s400/162716_10150112298351454_776871453_7671377_4273757_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634549829917327570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SSOT 10-11 . &lt;strong&gt;R E N A &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3483935919936846530?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3483935919936846530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3483935919936846530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3483935919936846530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/ok.html' title='O.K'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmDrVQqG1XY/TjHxN5l1wNI/AAAAAAAAAec/_9c6eLgzirs/s72-c/162716_10150112298351454_776871453_7671377_4273757_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6695448123899392698</id><published>2011-07-28T02:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T03:04:03.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a woman .</title><content type='html'>ha so i've really embraced baking lately .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://closetchef.wordpress.com/2009/10/30/why-i-want-a-bulthaup-kitchen-2/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is a dream kitchen &lt;3 DAYUUUUUUUM .&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/8949442800708422134-6695448123899392698?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6695448123899392698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6695448123899392698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6695448123899392698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-woman.html' title='Being a woman .'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1790381981221234449</id><published>2011-07-21T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:15:43.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Horse .</title><content type='html'>I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&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;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRRdLKA9q2A/TiqhCXTLQ4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/rhQe2mipIp0/s1600/tumblr_lmprxtM4NF1qfcje5o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRRdLKA9q2A/TiqhCXTLQ4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/rhQe2mipIp0/s400/tumblr_lmprxtM4NF1qfcje5o1_500.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632491345966482306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohai mr.Gru . youre my favourite bald &amp; cute-ishly round evil russian ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1790381981221234449?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1790381981221234449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/white-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1790381981221234449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1790381981221234449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/white-horse.html' title='White Horse .'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRRdLKA9q2A/TiqhCXTLQ4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/rhQe2mipIp0/s72-c/tumblr_lmprxtM4NF1qfcje5o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5684488729155880146</id><published>2011-07-20T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:56:08.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for a clean slate</title><content type='html'>Looked forward to it so much, too much.&lt;br /&gt;THAT was my motovation.&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up to you for destroying that.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you still expect the same. Fuck your expectations and whatever high hopes you held.&lt;br /&gt;You're not worthy of my effort.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to take it out at the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5684488729155880146?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5684488729155880146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-much-for-clean-slate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5684488729155880146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5684488729155880146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-much-for-clean-slate.html' title='so much for a clean slate'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8570906494822112371</id><published>2011-07-13T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T06:10:51.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Him.</title><content type='html'>I need a new appreciation of You,&lt;br /&gt;Turn my view to see You,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a new day&amp;opportunity to partake of the Tree of Life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep my heart always true to You,&lt;br /&gt;Never backsliding, always viewing You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; in the end, we know that nothing's quite so precious,&lt;br /&gt;As Jesus in my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is, either Christ or the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8570906494822112371?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8570906494822112371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8570906494822112371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8570906494822112371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/him.html' title='Him.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5105039716457208196</id><published>2011-07-11T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T03:50:18.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>firstplace.</title><content type='html'>I dont know why i treat you so differently , if it was someone else asking for the exact same thing , i would smile&amp;amp;reply sureeeee meet me tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;But with you,&lt;br /&gt;i have to think of excuses on top excuses , perhaps lie sometimes .&lt;br /&gt;that's not right ; thats not how this should be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder if all this waiting around is really a good idea , sometimes i just want to ring &amp;amp; tell you . even if it's only a maybe .&lt;br /&gt;but i can't .&lt;br /&gt;perhaps , i fear your reaction or more not knowing how you will react. suppose , even worse is ; no reaction . im afraid of other people's reaction , the people i respect , what will they think ?&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you before u leave , i know nothings set in stone and there's still a wee-while left but i've held back long enough havent i ?&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the result is still , maybe later .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lfhskfhjg;sdfkgjlhf the point ? nothing . just decided to voice my indecisiveness i suppose .&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my "no more bumming around" day  = HIDEOUSLY BAD .&lt;br /&gt;still have my english essay to type up, history &amp;amp; a whole stack of bio&amp;amp;maths):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2o5RgSy5O7Y/ThrUoadpr4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vDdIXCLvvhE/s1600/tumblr_ljq9e4xnJw1qb4k1to1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628044475116400514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2o5RgSy5O7Y/ThrUoadpr4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vDdIXCLvvhE/s400/tumblr_ljq9e4xnJw1qb4k1to1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5105039716457208196?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5105039716457208196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/firstplace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5105039716457208196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5105039716457208196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/07/firstplace.html' title='firstplace.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2o5RgSy5O7Y/ThrUoadpr4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vDdIXCLvvhE/s72-c/tumblr_ljq9e4xnJw1qb4k1to1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-4090117962789894546</id><published>2011-06-28T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T01:15:25.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fivemintues. 五分钟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what will i do without you ? " -Break even .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it may seem you can't live without someone , you can . There's always one person, or a few people that you dont want to lose , you hope and wish that they're not a "walking into your life to teach a lesson &amp;amp; then walking away" . but this hopeless trying is pathetic , no matter how much tighter your fist are, they slip in between your fingers , like water . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, you just need to realise , it's not meant to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im a big fan of "it's meant to be's " ; i firmly believe what is yours will always end up being yours and what is not , will never be , no matter how much time you gave it or how hard you try . Yea you put sweat and blood into it , but in the end so what ? it wasn't meant to be . say it with a smile . and perhaps a little dance .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will walk along the streets of Paris , Venice , Barcelona  or wherever the path takes me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will run a marathon , or more than 10kms at least .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will grow my hair looooooooooooooooonnngggggg then gather up courage , to chop it all off into a fun pixie , or short hairdo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will master an instrument &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will knit a scarf &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will make my own trim latte with no sugar every morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will buy tickets to a project runway fashion show , preferably in new york .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will make one of those boat-in-a-bottle thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i will have a better temper , patience and perhaps , get along with girls more (fatchance though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll end my list here but i have about forty things ; they will be done one day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7Cqt2P_PDU/ThQYRWsvjBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/3MGEcGfyPMg/s1600/tumblr_lng4k2uFkN1qldiboo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; height: 264px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626148520922680338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7Cqt2P_PDU/ThQYRWsvjBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/3MGEcGfyPMg/s400/tumblr_lng4k2uFkN1qldiboo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-tumblr find . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-4090117962789894546?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/4090117962789894546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/06/fivemintues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4090117962789894546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4090117962789894546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/06/fivemintues.html' title='fivemintues. 五分钟'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7Cqt2P_PDU/ThQYRWsvjBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/3MGEcGfyPMg/s72-c/tumblr_lng4k2uFkN1qldiboo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6001341568696843452</id><published>2011-06-06T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:12:40.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandstorm .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijhi0JTeDMY/Te2-0KwZfII/AAAAAAAAAdc/q4aXgYeCEtQ/s1600/agnes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; height: 188px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615354113850702978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijhi0JTeDMY/Te2-0KwZfII/AAAAAAAAAdc/q4aXgYeCEtQ/s400/agnes.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ffs , sort your shit out .&lt;br /&gt;You bring everything that happens onto yourself ; i used to think it was just a case of badcoincidents ; but now i have realised to the fullest that all the shit that happens to you happens for a reason, intentional or not , i do not know .&lt;br /&gt;========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you depend on other people to understand you, they might not ; not everyone is Atticus Finch, not everyone can unconditionally step into your shoes and view the situation from your point of view .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe somethings cant be explained with a reason, or a legit one anyways.&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot easier not to care than to pull things into your territory . I understand that, but when it is basically in your territory, do you dare to let it go any futher ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-6001341568696843452?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6001341568696843452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/06/sandstorm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6001341568696843452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6001341568696843452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/06/sandstorm.html' title='Sandstorm .'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijhi0JTeDMY/Te2-0KwZfII/AAAAAAAAAdc/q4aXgYeCEtQ/s72-c/agnes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-2599811459367173231</id><published>2011-05-24T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:32:59.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Hearted .</title><content type='html'>Mmm lets start off with :&lt;br /&gt;1. saw this on Prisca's facebook ;&lt;br /&gt;" possibly the cutest thing at any fashion week ever. alexander wang’s niece in &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;all her furry, chanel-toting, pineapple hair-wearing, cherubic glory "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBy9LL1siuw/Tdx8a4E9LRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jqMrlXFSAow/s1600/jlgfhgh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBy9LL1siuw/Tdx8a4E9LRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jqMrlXFSAow/s320/jlgfhgh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Part of Frankie : check &lt;a href="http://the-burning-house.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;one of the best ways to get to know people i suppose .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;current&amp;nbsp;three favourites : &lt;a href="http://the-burning-house.com/post/5544319385/hannahqueen"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hannah Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://the-burning-house.com/post/5495248551/mikael-kennedy"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mikael Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://the-burning-house.com/post/5729774039/henning-heide"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Henning Heide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://lilmissmessy.tumblr.com/"&gt;kinda cute&lt;/a&gt; but not really a favourite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;saw this though ; &amp;amp; made me smile (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzN7oL2S2po/Tdx-br1IueI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tH6t7NoWHM0/s1600/examkit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzN7oL2S2po/Tdx-br1IueI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tH6t7NoWHM0/s320/examkit.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;also to all who did not believe that giraffes had purple tongues , for example my former self , IN YOUR FACE . (its black-purple to be specific)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afUPSYqvOJ0/Tdx-3bKTqaI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mI6R7by4Fp8/s1600/KNEWITWASPURPLE%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afUPSYqvOJ0/Tdx-3bKTqaI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mI6R7by4Fp8/s320/KNEWITWASPURPLE%2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;4. Kikki.k's &lt;a href="http://www.kikki-k.com/stockholm/"&gt;new collection&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://frankie.com.au/index.php/latest-issue"&gt;New Frankie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- it shall be in my house soon .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;That is all . so far . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Oh and .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;favourite phrase atm : THERE'S AN &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elephant_in_the_room"&gt;ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-2599811459367173231?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/2599811459367173231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/05/light-hearted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2599811459367173231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2599811459367173231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/05/light-hearted.html' title='Light Hearted .'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBy9LL1siuw/Tdx8a4E9LRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jqMrlXFSAow/s72-c/jlgfhgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-9119336108279103574</id><published>2011-05-10T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T05:02:20.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ill tell you what .</title><content type='html'>you make me feel like shit thats what you make me feel like , define shit ? Unworthy , illqualified , useless.              &lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i maintain that we should go back to square one . When nothing happened and saved it for later , when things starts to count .  i wonder if you still remember what i said when you asked me whats my type of guy . Haha halfjokingly you asked that , thats how it always is between us isnt it ? Everything is said with a 'jokes' after it even though we both know you meant it or i meant it . Youve never said it bluntly to my face &amp;amp; thats why i choose not to take you seriously i guess .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-9119336108279103574?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/9119336108279103574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-tell-you-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/9119336108279103574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/9119336108279103574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-tell-you-what.html' title='ill tell you what .'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3950072950702864596</id><published>2011-05-04T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T03:14:30.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings never change .</title><content type='html'>No matter how much older we are , how much time has passed , how many feelings are exchanged or food eaten , incidents happened . Something things really never changes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, the use of "like like" , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so do you like like her ?" . A midway between love and a friendship-like .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that , a midway , where everything is easy and fun , no expectations , no resposibilities .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , we all know ball season is coming up .&lt;br /&gt;I am still ; dressless , shoesless, accessories-less . so far only one thing on the list has been ticked off .haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPe-HVXmK5g/TcElFDlBDGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nqG2XwgrZ0w/s1600/tumblr_l5k1zn4zWB1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPe-HVXmK5g/TcElFDlBDGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nqG2XwgrZ0w/s320/tumblr_l5k1zn4zWB1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Shakespeare ; you never fail to impress me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3950072950702864596?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3950072950702864596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/05/somethings-never-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3950072950702864596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3950072950702864596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/05/somethings-never-change.html' title='Somethings never change .'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPe-HVXmK5g/TcElFDlBDGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nqG2XwgrZ0w/s72-c/tumblr_l5k1zn4zWB1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-7268156493053064667</id><published>2011-04-15T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T13:33:58.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The broken smile .</title><content type='html'>I remember when i was watching Letters to Juliet ; my favourite part was her letter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'What' and ‘if’ two words as nonthreatening as words come. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: ‘What if?'. I don't know how your story ended.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that if what you felt then was love - true love - then it's never too late. If it was true then it why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like that feels like... love to leave loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for... but I'd like to believe if I ever felt it. I'd have the courage to seize it. I hope you had the courage to seize it, Claire. And if you didn't, I hope one day that you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s "#52. Even if she looks BAD one day tell her she's BEAUTIFUL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she looks bad tell her . it's perfectly horrible if you lie when she wants an honest answer .&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #134f5c;"&gt;Tip Of the Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Answer everything &amp;amp; anything as sincere as sincere gets ; when it is asked in a serious manner .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M97PP6iG2-0/TairQNaiwpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tNEbk0aH-S4/s1600/lightinsnow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M97PP6iG2-0/TairQNaiwpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tNEbk0aH-S4/s400/lightinsnow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Find the light within you&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us. And at the same time, things that will never die. Who teaches us whats real, and how to laugh at lies. Who decides why we live, and what we'll die to defend. Who trains us, and who holds the key to set us free. It's you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight . " - Sucker Punch .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-7268156493053064667?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/7268156493053064667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/04/broken-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7268156493053064667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7268156493053064667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/04/broken-smile.html' title='The broken smile .'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M97PP6iG2-0/TairQNaiwpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tNEbk0aH-S4/s72-c/lightinsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6686369723610432405</id><published>2011-03-22T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T02:13:14.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motivation from failure .</title><content type='html'>my current morning schedule ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 30 am - get up &lt;br /&gt;before 6 am - out the door for a run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 am - get back &amp;amp; shower .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am - breakfast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 30 am - start walking to school C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why ? because today i realised i've really let myself loose . i was doing okay for the first five minutes of netball trials ; had an intercept , was running around , could follow the other centre . the clock went 5min&amp;amp;1sec . dizziness &amp;amp; slight lack of sight came in , i wanted to hug the floor / body slam it &amp;amp; never get up . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no exercise for almost 3 yrs leads up to this . yea i was trying to gain weight but that's a different story .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've come to the conclusion that i've got low blood pressure &amp; super unfit atm. sometimes i feel dizzy randomly or a wave of everything goes blurry flies pass . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNWLY39NdRs/TYhm0-d5BkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ha1WAc9yRQo/s1600/x_1c3f1cb7_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNWLY39NdRs/TYhm0-d5BkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ha1WAc9yRQo/s400/x_1c3f1cb7_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super keen lucia might come &amp;amp; work with me (: the thought of that makes me happy . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought about it . it doesn't count as missing out , when it's for something bigger&amp;better later on ... does it ? even if it's so very tempting to touch it, to get into it right now ? fmdkjghsadggh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-6686369723610432405?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6686369723610432405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/03/motivation-from-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6686369723610432405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6686369723610432405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/03/motivation-from-failure.html' title='motivation from failure .'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNWLY39NdRs/TYhm0-d5BkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ha1WAc9yRQo/s72-c/x_1c3f1cb7_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-4429122694411211911</id><published>2011-03-19T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T03:15:13.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>i miss blogging .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now , just soemthing to keep you updated :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"當你喜歡我的時候，我不喜歡你，當你愛上我的時候，我喜歡上你，當你離開我的時候，我卻愛上你，是你走得太快，還是我跟不上你的腳步，我們錯過了諾亞方舟，錯過了泰坦尼克號，錯過了一切的驚險與不驚險，我們還要繼續錯過." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ i've slid pass a lot of things this year &amp;amp; it's only the beginning . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still stick with what i said a few posts ago ; love is a strong word, i hate how people use it so casually . i'm in like with you really doesnt sound that bad , at any rate, it seems to cause more "vibrations " than , "im in love with you".&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_scpnrFs54/TYSBeUF4n8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-oHFnrcixPs/s1600/tumblr_l0woo9SOBh1qzyrwvo1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_scpnrFs54/TYSBeUF4n8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-oHFnrcixPs/s320/tumblr_l0woo9SOBh1qzyrwvo1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;i want to be stuck in a buble sometimes . all these things are said about living a sheltered life , how that's not good for the soul &amp; all . i see the upside to that , like they say , what you dont know isn't going to hurt you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-4429122694411211911?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/4429122694411211911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4429122694411211911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4429122694411211911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_scpnrFs54/TYSBeUF4n8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-oHFnrcixPs/s72-c/tumblr_l0woo9SOBh1qzyrwvo1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-2677018391141833405</id><published>2011-01-08T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T04:56:29.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unpublished post from the beginning for the year .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;thought this year would be blog-free; i guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with me about "not knowing what to do" is not so much that i literally have no idea what to do but that i would have so many different scenarios in my head &amp;amp; solution plans in my head. However deep down inside i know none of it would work in reality, or rather work without me going back on my word/work without it trampling all over my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyways, things has happened since my last post, for one I've had the best Christmas - new years period ever. But reminiscing back 2010, the little things adds up even though i wouldn't consider it as a life-changing-year. I've been up in the sky, hurt, scarred for life with some matters, lost friends, bailed out on people, been too brutally honest, been too naive..... and the list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;But i have to admit,i brought that onto myself, putting myself into a position to get hurt was stupid in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I don't have a good feeling about this year to be honest. One person, at one stage of my life told me that putting your hopes up is only to prepare yourself to fall from a high place, therefore more pain. It has always stuck with me but i think as the years go by, it's proven to be true. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Just multiple photos from my holidays so far; it cant tell the whole story but my last few weeks has been pretty unforgettable (:&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TSkfOIckucI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tuBjSyzAn2U/s1600/162959_480217125285_629770285_6459759_967769_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TSkfOIckucI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tuBjSyzAn2U/s320/162959_480217125285_629770285_6459759_967769_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TSkfObjAoVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/W_GJWLAiKUM/s1600/168993_498210542450_667527450_5922227_8175903_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TSkfObjAoVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/W_GJWLAiKUM/s320/168993_498210542450_667527450_5922227_8175903_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(upper) ;us singing in town, preaching the Gospel C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(lower) ; I got up at four to watch the first sunrise of 2011 with the other sisters from my cabin (: this was probably around 6 o'clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ ﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TSkfOTJmD8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Yx8KYuX6Niw/s1600/168993_498210537450_667527450_5922226_1377419_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TSkfOTJmD8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Yx8KYuX6Niw/s320/168993_498210537450_667527450_5922226_1377419_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Just some of us early birdiies ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more photos/update when i come back from Christchurch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove &amp;amp; take care kiddiesss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-2677018391141833405?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/2677018391141833405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/01/unpublished-post-from-beginning-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2677018391141833405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2677018391141833405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2011/01/unpublished-post-from-beginning-for.html' title='unpublished post from the beginning for the year .'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TSkfOIckucI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tuBjSyzAn2U/s72-c/162959_480217125285_629770285_6459759_967769_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-4185369679164205240</id><published>2010-12-06T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T02:04:58.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>queer</title><content type='html'>theres still that little bit of hope within me. Something i take as a life lesson is definitely: the higher you put your hopes up, the hard you are preparing for it to fall. I convince myself its more than hope because it happened before but deep within me, i know i probably have less than hope because the your situation,my situation, our attitude towards eachother -爱理不理的。&lt;br /&gt;yea we're getting nowhere at this rate, not even to being a friend who i'd feel comfortable enough to borrow your shoulder &amp; have a fatcry on &amp; just blab my day's adventures or just txting you because i wanted to talk &amp; not worry about what youll think of my peculiar act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make this work. Trust me. Gfrk cedrfugf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-4185369679164205240?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/4185369679164205240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/queer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4185369679164205240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4185369679164205240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/queer.html' title='queer'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6701720700596362950</id><published>2010-12-05T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T17:04:17.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iwant.irike.inobuyyyyy hahah</title><content type='html'>so i've been trademe browsing while hoping for my things to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what you say; &lt;a href="http://www.trademe.co.nz/Browse/Listing.aspx?id=336456686"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is frikken cool. &amp;amp; yes i did notice how it said "every little girl's dream". i never had a big fancy doll house when i was little okay? yes asians werent too keen on big fancy american doll houses. jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trademe.co.nz/Browse/Listing.aspx?id=336572539"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; would come in handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPw0LasFMVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/quFsRaj_wS0/s1600/ilikeeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547366211761025362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPw0LasFMVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/quFsRaj_wS0/s400/ilikeeeeee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day i'm leaving home like that. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-6701720700596362950?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6701720700596362950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/iwantirikeinobuyyyyy-hahah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6701720700596362950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6701720700596362950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/iwantirikeinobuyyyyy-hahah.html' title='iwant.irike.inobuyyyyy hahah'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPw0LasFMVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/quFsRaj_wS0/s72-c/ilikeeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6008894845441298885</id><published>2010-12-03T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:51:07.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EarlyChristmas.</title><content type='html'>i had a little retrospective moment lol. Feels like i've always been loaded with general opporbrium; from girls mostly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, i know i'm suppose to feel super sorry for Jane Eyre &amp; i do but throughout the 2chapters i read today, there were sooo many moment of antipathy&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dont really celebrate christmas because its not the day when jesus was born but we put a tree up every year &amp; make it all pretty. No not pretty,, just loaded with all the things that hang. But this year im putting the tree up sooo hopefully itll look good, if not then at least better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to work in a few; but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i began putting &amp; decorating the tree x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPtD-DtnogI/AAAAAAAAAas/wSXlj2VYK4Y/s1600/P1060861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPtD-DtnogI/AAAAAAAAAas/wSXlj2VYK4Y/s320/P1060861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547102099464495618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPtD9YDoWmI/AAAAAAAAAak/UJO4s5VG6Zw/s1600/P1060859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPtD9YDoWmI/AAAAAAAAAak/UJO4s5VG6Zw/s320/P1060859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547102087745657442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i gave up &amp; went to work &amp; mum finishe dit. so now it just looks like our "lets hang everything we can hang on the tree" tree gahaha. its okay; it'll be a special family tradition :P &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-6008894845441298885?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6008894845441298885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/earlychristmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6008894845441298885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6008894845441298885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/earlychristmas.html' title='EarlyChristmas.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPtD-DtnogI/AAAAAAAAAas/wSXlj2VYK4Y/s72-c/P1060861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-7684834922468991924</id><published>2010-12-03T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T03:07:12.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reason</title><content type='html'>i learnt that john banks went to avondale college... now i know why he lost in the mayor elections. gutss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-7684834922468991924?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/7684834922468991924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7684834922468991924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7684834922468991924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/reason.html' title='reason'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-801756444348407961</id><published>2010-12-03T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T02:50:55.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>你就像没事人一样</title><content type='html'>hfjdsz did i ever understand you is the question that pops into my head after i state, i dont even understand you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was payday; did i do anything with my weeks pay? No. Im buying dad an iphone4 remember? &lt;br /&gt;Linda is so nice &amp; she cracks me up all the time at work :D i never tried so many leftover drinks until today. Anything with carrot in it is a no no, any chillos are yes yes. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im working tmrw.again. He probably is just taking advantage of the fact that im on trainee pay... Bus so expensive since my id got lost &amp; the school refuses to get me a new one. Bjvrfkvuigk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;i felt like the world was so beautiful this afternoon, the guy who smiled then said: i hope you have a wonderful evening made my day. Hardly any strangers are nice these days. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i booked my tickets for christchurch whihce im excited about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh the one thing i absolutely can not stand is when someone pretends everythings okay between us but really she's not freaking fine with me. If we have a problem,, we talk about it &amp; sort it out. For every problem, there is a blimming solution, just be STRAIGHT FORWARD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-801756444348407961?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/801756444348407961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/801756444348407961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/801756444348407961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='你就像没事人一样'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5984978440918670606</id><published>2010-12-01T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:51:41.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think its better this way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPdA9WD6pHI/AAAAAAAAAac/jEA48uyBGyA/s1600/27273dd033ff03a77c7085bb7552dcb2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPdA9WD6pHI/AAAAAAAAAac/jEA48uyBGyA/s400/27273dd033ff03a77c7085bb7552dcb2_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545972888768259186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how much of a workaholic i am; despite my next to nothing trainee-pay &amp; a bit more than nothing 'trainee-no more' pay. iFREAKING LOVE WORK. Its good being busy, when you're busy, you dont have time to think about things u dont want to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time i ever felt that maccas was expensive, a nice combo is a bit more than my hours pay. Im learning the value of money at age sixteen. Thats lame. Girls at work are noooiiice (: at least Linda is(yea there's 2 of us). She makes me feel so flipping young; shes 24 and good at shaving fruits. Im not joking pineapples are NOT yourfriends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5984978440918670606?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5984978440918670606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-think-its-better-this-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5984978440918670606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5984978440918670606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-think-its-better-this-way.html' title='i think its better this way'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TPdA9WD6pHI/AAAAAAAAAac/jEA48uyBGyA/s72-c/27273dd033ff03a77c7085bb7552dcb2_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5879926037163046462</id><published>2010-12-01T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T01:40:08.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that day.</title><content type='html'>since it started a few years ago, i knew a day like that would come. I imagined myself to be emotional, to be angry, to be subhuman, to be upset, i knew i would get over it eventually in a long time. When he told me a few days ago, i wasnt happy for him because it was wrong not because i didnt want himto, thats a complete different case haha. In reality, i built a bridge &amp; got over it within 5minutes to be frank; i underestimate my ability to buildbridges&amp;getoverthings sometimes, other times i over estimate it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had to describe our relationship; i would say we're 2awkward turtles going through the stages of life hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore hands, arms, legs, neck, everything from work. 3days of proper work &amp; im already sick of the bus, the mall, the clock thats close to the shop, the regulars who ignores me, the rude people who changed their minds after i scooped a ball, the people who complain about the price.&lt;br /&gt;Woman; if u think it's expensive, DONT BUY IT &amp; complain about it afterwards saying u'll never come back again. &lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Overall people are lovely (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5879926037163046462?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5879926037163046462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5879926037163046462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5879926037163046462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-day.html' title='that day.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8612191452143355421</id><published>2010-11-30T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T01:38:00.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a-alright</title><content type='html'>i agree crying is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Even if u feel afraid, uncomfortable &amp;anything else, crying is pathetic. It does absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so pathetic? Shit man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8612191452143355421?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8612191452143355421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8612191452143355421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8612191452143355421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/alright.html' title='a-alright'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3548630595522908238</id><published>2010-11-29T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T02:03:21.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate</title><content type='html'>how i think about how we used to be yet im the person who decided that things needed to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is, 我们等于零了.&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the beach or swimming . But i think the beach is becoming a more acceptable idea now, like how it was when i was below the age of 13. I think my love for the beach finally came back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of official word was good lol. So keen for serena&amp;joyce to come &lt;3 heheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3548630595522908238?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3548630595522908238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3548630595522908238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3548630595522908238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate.html' title='i hate'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8809967272433540800</id><published>2010-11-28T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:19:41.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no</title><content type='html'>there's always a stage in your life when you feel like you are the most freaking fly person in the wolrd, where the world does revolve around you, that people actually cared about what u did &amp;amp; accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you realise, its just 'no' to all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, you learn to live with it &amp;amp; the best people are the ones who accepts that &amp;amp; makes it most out of it anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8809967272433540800?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8809967272433540800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8809967272433540800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8809967272433540800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/no.html' title='no'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8804403029995207036</id><published>2010-11-25T00:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:42:39.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>problems</title><content type='html'>in ways, it's harder when people around you have problems than when you have issues yourself.&lt;br&gt;I mean when it's your own problem, you dont need to watch what you say &amp; most of the time you know what to do,, its just a matter of doing it or not. &lt;br&gt;When it comes to friends, or other people in general, the load becomes about ten times heavier. Maybe it's just me, i dont know what to say because i want to be honest with him. No, rather i do know WHAT to say but im reluctant to spit it out. I used to be a: dont worry, everything will be okay. &amp; a : it's not your fault it's his. &lt;br&gt;But i've learnt long ago that sometimes things aren't going to be okay &amp; sometimes it is your fault &amp; that i'm not sorry for your loss. But i have to restrain myself &amp; somehow make those brutally honest comments into a soft, effectiveless sound. Ofcourse i would add, after not promising things will be okay, i'll be here when u need someone, i cant promise i'll always be with you through the rough because in reality, no one is ALWAYS there. In my experience anyways, God was really the only person who was there for me &amp; i can accept that, people have their own lives to live, their own paths to take. I dont want to promise someone something i can't do; it'll be a disappointment to both of us. I'm pass making promises i can't keep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To him. I want to tell you to build a bridge &amp; get over it. I want you to&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;know that it is okay to talk to me about that in depth even though its a rather touchy issue. I want you to know that i actually care. Last of all, i want to thank you; for putting up with me, for listening to my pathetic things &amp; getting worried about me at the slightest sight of me loosing control. I cant say you've always been there for me, i really cant but i think the times you have, is enough for me. I think a lot has passed, one thing i miss the most are the txts we would exchange a yr or 2 ago. (: forever locked inside my old phone i guess. &lt;br&gt;If this was an english analysis, i would comment on how the old phone denotes the old relationship between the characters and of course the txt msg would be something special that the main character has decided to bury somewhere deep in her memories, but it's not.&lt;br&gt;====&lt;br&gt;i think i now know why im such a workaholic/'once i start things, i have to finish it with no breaks in btween' type of person; because usually when im not my lazy self &amp; decide to do something worthwhile; it means i need to get things off my mind.&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8804403029995207036?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8804403029995207036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8804403029995207036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8804403029995207036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/problems.html' title='problems'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3617021701064600358</id><published>2010-11-24T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:36:58.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i smell the sweet scent of success (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;guess who can make paper roses &amp;amp; fancy cranes now? haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TO2q0dJ13dI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/P1v3J_87bKw/s1600/DSC00109.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TO2q0dJ13dI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/P1v3J_87bKw/s320/DSC00109.JPG" width="320" height="240" ox="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TO2r4E-JecI/AAAAAAAAAaU/7D4JUQZeOu0/s1600/DSC00116.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TO2r4E-JecI/AAAAAAAAAaU/7D4JUQZeOu0/s320/DSC00116.JPG" width="320" height="240" ox="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TO2s5f2tvZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eIG9pjK1biA/s1600/DSC00115.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TO2s5f2tvZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eIG9pjK1biA/s320/DSC00115.JPG" width="320" height="240" ox="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;pretty good for a not-very-good-with-paper person :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;so i start work tmrw; the wednesday incident was so stupid. depsite the many times i check the msg; "tmrw" does not mean "fri". thank goodness michael was superrrrrr nice &amp;amp; smiley about it; im hoping he'll be the same when i do newbie mistakes i.e crack waffle cones; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;what's the next threeday task?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;i would say, lets throw in some new recipes, it's time fore some baking/cooking fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;currently: recipe-hunting. djkfs not going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip Of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;15 out of 60 is 25%; but 15 out of 45 isn't.﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; stop wasting time you cannot waste + money you don't have C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3617021701064600358?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3617021701064600358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-smell-sweet-scent-of-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3617021701064600358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3617021701064600358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-smell-sweet-scent-of-success.html' title='i smell the sweet scent of success (;'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TO2q0dJ13dI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/P1v3J_87bKw/s72-c/DSC00109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8868020138105078822</id><published>2010-11-22T15:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:14:39.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grey</title><content type='html'>it feels like another person is walking out of my life. I know we would keep in touch raady raady ra. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To be honest; it only feels so freaking stink because it brings up memories of how i just stood there letting time drag feelings, possible events, people and doing freaking nothing about things i could have stopped. I believed that everything happens for a reason &amp; still do; but letting things go sometimes feel like watching the ant die after you squished it.&lt;br&gt;The more i wanted to hold on to it, the tighter i grasped it; the futher it gets, the faster it drifts away. &lt;br&gt;I know i can bawl about it but that makes me feel weak. I could just pretend its okay but in reality i'm not superwoman, i'm only human. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Time to take my own advice:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;build a bridge and get over it. &amp; there's no moving on if there's no leaving behind right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;3 &lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8868020138105078822?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8868020138105078822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/grey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8868020138105078822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8868020138105078822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/grey.html' title='grey'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1624593833142104610</id><published>2010-11-22T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:04:54.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a different voice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOrZEuZYqUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3N2Sfov2wNE/s1600/forest%252Cgirl%252Ccool%252Cgirl%252Cmeets%252Cdream%252Cschiebegardine%252Csun-b2d5ba8c0b4051d4e7752d148bfaeb20_h_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOrZEuZYqUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3N2Sfov2wNE/s320/forest%252Cgirl%252Ccool%252Cgirl%252Cmeets%252Cdream%252Cschiebegardine%252Csun-b2d5ba8c0b4051d4e7752d148bfaeb20_h_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i dont understnad why there's a need to have&amp;nbsp;your whole&amp;nbsp;relationship status on facebook; you're the biggest joke ever if you guys broke it off a week later. but then again some people do live their lives as one big joke. &lt;/div&gt;-imo at the very least. no one you're thinking of so don't make little chitchats about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found a few packets of origami paper; decided to put it to use C: i'm a little over folding normal cranes &amp;amp; hearts so i'm starting with roses and &lt;a href="http://tw.myblog.yahoo.com/eaglesuker/article?mid=10863&amp;amp;prev=11141&amp;amp;next=10617&amp;amp;l=f&amp;amp;fid=130"&gt;fancy cranes&lt;/a&gt;. fjdfjkd SO HARD. i even youtubed it after i failed at following non-video ones; i still dont have a rose ): ... or a crane; i got stuck at step15 (yes there is a step fifteen) dsjfjskd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall update once i succeed; IF i succeed. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every 3days of my holidays i want to do something new; i.e bake a new cake, learn something new etc.but&amp;nbsp; knowing me, it wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;this coming year is something big, something life changing; if it's not i'd still want to have cute origami roses to look at ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1624593833142104610?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1624593833142104610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/different-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1624593833142104610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1624593833142104610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/different-voice.html' title='a different voice.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOrZEuZYqUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3N2Sfov2wNE/s72-c/forest%252Cgirl%252Ccool%252Cgirl%252Cmeets%252Cdream%252Cschiebegardine%252Csun-b2d5ba8c0b4051d4e7752d148bfaeb20_h_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8552182492990983610</id><published>2010-11-21T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:54:59.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>re.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;when you want to cheer someone up; make sure you're the right person, in the right mood, to be the ray of sunshine to their today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rjjgdjgfd kiddies; shooo flippin' cute. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOl4aZrO0XI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hcqc_M6kVu4/s1600/tumblr_l7c0ajAjdU1qc7w88o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542093211420250482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOl4aZrO0XI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hcqc_M6kVu4/s400/tumblr_l7c0ajAjdU1qc7w88o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOl4Z0NtyDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kRNrv-Qri3Y/s1600/tumblr_l8ieaoQKnL1qze28qo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542093201364338738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOl4Z0NtyDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kRNrv-Qri3Y/s400/tumblr_l8ieaoQKnL1qze28qo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats that? oh did u say i should set it as my phone background? sorry sweetie; already done that. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8552182492990983610?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8552182492990983610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/re.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8552182492990983610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8552182492990983610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/re.html' title='re.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOl4aZrO0XI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hcqc_M6kVu4/s72-c/tumblr_l7c0ajAjdU1qc7w88o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-9007865195411958318</id><published>2010-11-15T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:03:19.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this deserves an update.</title><content type='html'>since it's pretty much holidays i've decided that my room needs new things on it's walls. so i took down the awards and all the junk i no longer care about &amp;amp; replaced it with a few simple items, such as; a few paper cranes hanging from the ceiling etc etc (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOeUnPh4M9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/FF_SIXNvY7M/s1600/20112010056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541561268407120850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOeUnPh4M9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/FF_SIXNvY7M/s320/20112010056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOeVOvUBsaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_p6VYrRMpis/s1600/20112010052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541561946953855394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOeVOvUBsaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_p6VYrRMpis/s320/20112010052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya'know (: i might re-paint my room as well actually; just for fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are those "$1 jewellery sales" at michael hill's once in a while, i usually walk by &amp;amp; do nothing about it. today i rushed into the mall at 9;30, wanting to get something nice for mum (: i wasn't the first person so all the 1$ things were gone; but that's okay because mum's necklace still looks nice even though i'm spending money i dont have and wasting time i dont have. being the retard i am, i did the competition while waiting in line, the sales lady had some "mystery box" to give away for the first person in the waiting line who got someone else to join the line... lady behind me decided to ring her friends. me &amp;amp; my competitive nature took over, i rocked up to a gangstar with heaps of bling with bling &amp;amp; kindly asked: would u like the join the que please?&lt;br /&gt;him: *STARES* no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it were any normal person, they would've taken it as a hint that they werent suppose to get a mystery box. but no, i was so frikken determined today so i learnt my lesson and decided to find a woman, preferably someone with an interest in jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her nose against the display window &amp;amp; i knew that i had this :D&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me mrs; aren't you just looking so gorgeous today? there's a HUGE sale on at the moment and i am sure you will find something u like (: would you please jsut join the que??"&lt;br /&gt;"what que??! omg i dont want to join a que dfhdjkf"&lt;br /&gt;*hope dies*&lt;br /&gt;"mrs! it'll only take about a min, how can you miss out a sale like this?? i'm so sure something here would catch your fancy! i'm trying to win a prize and all u have to do is join the que! [:"&lt;br /&gt;*lady smales&amp;amp;joins the que*&lt;br /&gt;"YOU ARE SO FRIKKEN BEAUTIFUL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out dad got lucky; inside the box lies a pair of cufts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my competitive nature usually results in something like this happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;friday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking around in town/newmarket and chasing buses&amp;amp;trains results in blisters, sore muscle and a bad temper... the good thing was; RED NOSE DAY aka donate to charity&amp;amp;get a nose (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOeWgCrwtfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LVUTrPKwth8/s1600/20112010030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541563343723083250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOeWgCrwtfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LVUTrPKwth8/s320/20112010030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's cute; but it's such an invite to be called rudolf!&lt;br /&gt;=======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every other day i hung with hattie; she is honestly the only person who can drag me out 4days in a row without me complaining. if you know me well; you'll know i like to sit on my couch and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dfhsd this is long. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't ever stand next to asians during sales... they keep on asking you: so a lot of things are $1 right???? okay fine just the two i happened to be in the middle of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-9007865195411958318?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/9007865195411958318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-this-deserves-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/9007865195411958318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/9007865195411958318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-this-deserves-update.html' title='I think this deserves an update.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TOeUnPh4M9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/FF_SIXNvY7M/s72-c/20112010056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3482569420199726129</id><published>2010-11-06T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:37:59.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For....</title><content type='html'>For Person One&lt;br /&gt;okay really, all this stuff you're doing just reminds me of my youngerself, what i think is more pathetic is the fact that you're trying to be ME. i usually don't have the confidence to say things like this but this time, it's getting on my nerves .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Person Two&lt;br /&gt;You know i thought i would enjoy listening to your history; i really did. but now i've had a little taste &amp;amp; i know what happened in the past shouldn't matter but it matters to me. call me selfish call me stupid, i mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Person Two point one.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew our humour clicked, in fact i never knew a lot of things about you. i just pretended to myself that i did &amp;amp; that you knew a whole lot about me. but really today was the first time i was open with you; with no intentions of anything but openess or as Gorbachev would say, glasnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not trying to make a list. those are the two i feel like talking about, no one else for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip Of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't read chem notes aloud, even if it's to keep yourself awake; your throat will protest afterwards. honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3482569420199726129?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3482569420199726129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3482569420199726129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3482569420199726129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/11/for.html' title='For....'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5922860739819824184</id><published>2010-10-31T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T12:39:09.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause baby you're a firework</title><content type='html'>You know what's scary? (other than being lost), loosing the sense of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TNRcLaYxneI/AAAAAAAAAZU/x2hZQsb2YX4/s1600/firework.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536151193076735458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TNRcLaYxneI/AAAAAAAAAZU/x2hZQsb2YX4/s400/firework.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;despite all the big, fancy, noisy fireworks; sparklers are still my favourite;its the one that's least likely to blow up in my face &amp;amp; kill me. jokes; because it's simple, nothing complicated and intense, just a stick of fun (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATYPERRYISSOOOOOPRETTY :D&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小時候，幸福是一件簡單的事。&lt;br /&gt;長大了，簡單是一件幸福的事。&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip Of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;don't make it awkward between you &amp;amp; your boss; its hard hiding from him, esp when the store's basically smack in the middle of the mall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5922860739819824184?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5922860739819824184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-baby-youre-firework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5922860739819824184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5922860739819824184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-baby-youre-firework.html' title='Cause baby you&apos;re a firework'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TNRcLaYxneI/AAAAAAAAAZU/x2hZQsb2YX4/s72-c/firework.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1633512611603596093</id><published>2010-10-28T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:30:26.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMpWPPxT_NI/AAAAAAAAAZM/9BHYUdSCaok/s1600/dogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMpWPPxT_NI/AAAAAAAAAZM/9BHYUdSCaok/s400/dogg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533329912109464786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip Of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Go cry to daddy about it; even if it makes him late for work and you're just being an over-sensitive/over-dramatic bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but then again so are soft toys -good for that purpose. i think thats why i have a thing with teddybears, the first teddy bear ever, was from daddy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had a big bawl to dad; it felt good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1633512611603596093?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1633512611603596093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1633512611603596093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1633512611603596093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/ha.html' title='ha.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMpWPPxT_NI/AAAAAAAAAZM/9BHYUdSCaok/s72-c/dogg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8771662160304913046</id><published>2010-10-26T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:15:48.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>studystudycoffee.studystudyfrappe.studystudySTUFFYOUstarbucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMdR1Z5deGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ZYQzPfZA5eQ/s1600/tumblr_lax1rwFiKQ1qctazvo1_400_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532480645174753378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMdR1Z5deGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ZYQzPfZA5eQ/s400/tumblr_lax1rwFiKQ1qctazvo1_400_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dsgjds girl in need of coffee. preferably... THAT &gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8771662160304913046?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8771662160304913046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/studystudycoffeestudystudyfrappestudyst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8771662160304913046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8771662160304913046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/studystudycoffeestudystudyfrappestudyst.html' title='studystudycoffee.studystudyfrappe.studystudySTUFFYOUstarbucks.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMdR1Z5deGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ZYQzPfZA5eQ/s72-c/tumblr_lax1rwFiKQ1qctazvo1_400_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6001905298562198849</id><published>2010-10-25T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T02:34:49.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel that i should come with a warning label.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMaeSqghGBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/micvoYPC7X8/s1600/frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532283235756742674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMaeSqghGBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/micvoYPC7X8/s200/frank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On it it shall say; this is no typical little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;asian&lt;/span&gt; girl; she is not quiet, she has poor control of anger, she has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; dry humour. she has an addiction with Frank sparkling ruby red grape fruit. do not put her near water for she has build up an absurd disliking towards swimming. etc etc C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/09/13/AR2010091304968.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is something i wish to share; because it's simply amazing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kikki&lt;/span&gt;.K, this should cover your stationary needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://notemaker.com.au/"&gt;http://notemaker.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no who am i kidding; its no where near as good.. or cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't cram; sometimes it pays off... what about the times it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-6001905298562198849?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6001905298562198849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-that-i-should-come-with-warning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6001905298562198849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6001905298562198849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-that-i-should-come-with-warning.html' title='I feel that i should come with a warning label.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMaeSqghGBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/micvoYPC7X8/s72-c/frank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-9157836563875196</id><published>2010-10-23T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:44:58.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets make it last;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"When you don't like someone; it's a fault on your behalf. everyone else is fine with them; what's your problem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you deserve a mention; for making me smile in front of the computer screen (: and for rescuing me from my :/-tastic day.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you for always being there; and lots more. but what's it's what i remember with my heart that counts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really cool how Jenna has Matty as her best friend (yes i watched 13 going on 30 last night). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: You want to know a secret? &lt;br /&gt;Matt: Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Jenna: You're the sweetest guy I've ever met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-9157836563875196?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/9157836563875196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-make-it-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/9157836563875196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/9157836563875196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-make-it-last.html' title='lets make it last;'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8478989115661186364</id><published>2010-10-22T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:03:31.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment in time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMFcI_gcOCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DM54w8xEGTc/s1600/tumblr_l1gyg6Fxkw1qazy31o1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530803126943889442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMFcI_gcOCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DM54w8xEGTc/s400/tumblr_l1gyg6Fxkw1qazy31o1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be afraid of the dark, until tonight; usually i would run down my driveway to try to get to my front door faster than the car backs out. I don't really know why, i guess it was just a childhood fear that i could not let go off; irrational and stupid really. But who knows, maybe it was just tonight that i built up enough courage to dance slowly to my doorsteps, to observe my shadow in the moon light and to stare at the brightest star, wishing, and thiking about how people say "the brightest star is the person who has gone but u treasure the most". I dont know how much truth there is in that, actually i know it's scientifically incorrect but science also says "Dawin's Theory" so i wouldn't count on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something from my childhood;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Star light, star bright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;first star i see tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i wish i may, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i wish i might, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;have the first wish i wish tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those things that you can't let go no matter how old you get.&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive home, i realised my sudden liking towards that "white noise" you hear when you're driving on the motorway. it drowns thoughts out. or rather; blocks unwanted thoughts out. i now understand why people park beside the bridge at night &amp;amp; eat eachother's faces up. the view is great, not that u should ever open your eyes when u kiss or anything (; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't be a cotton, have high standards;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8478989115661186364?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8478989115661186364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/moment-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8478989115661186364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8478989115661186364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/moment-in-time.html' title='A moment in time.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMFcI_gcOCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DM54w8xEGTc/s72-c/tumblr_l1gyg6Fxkw1qazy31o1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-2642062852336343288</id><published>2010-10-21T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:51:39.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating in this world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMEmAv1jy_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bQpBX4hx6SI/s1600/1910e0182160b98516ae1bf5e2ab1135_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530743611670645746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMEmAv1jy_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bQpBX4hx6SI/s400/1910e0182160b98516ae1bf5e2ab1135_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"so i was in glassons today, in the changing room, and in walks this GUY trying on a DRESS and he had MAKEUP on. i nearly fainted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fully made my day C: the best part about it is that this isn't a "like" on facebook. Someone i KNOW actually experienced this today. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-2642062852336343288?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/2642062852336343288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/floating-in-this-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2642062852336343288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2642062852336343288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/floating-in-this-world.html' title='Floating in this world.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TMEmAv1jy_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bQpBX4hx6SI/s72-c/1910e0182160b98516ae1bf5e2ab1135_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6092590533787362146</id><published>2010-10-20T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:00:44.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TL_f83erI4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/U6AIRdJlxIo/s1600/260b3e3700bb5eefd5a16d4af721959e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TL_f83erI4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/U6AIRdJlxIo/s400/260b3e3700bb5eefd5a16d4af721959e_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530385104212009858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this "She". I want to be "she" and a lot more (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like i haven't blogged for a while; i guess i'm just catching up with everything, and to be honest i should really be studying bio, not blogging and writing thing for that stupid status i decided to try on facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 1. Something I've learned about you by looking at your wall for 10 seconds. 2. The color you remind me of. 3. My first memory of you. 4. The animal you remind me of. 5. Ask something I've always wondered about you. 6. My favorite thi...ng about you. 7. Give you a weird nickname.... 8. Challenge you to post this :D yea?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea don't ever try crap like that; why? forty people ends up liking it and by about the 5ht one u want to removed the status &amp; pretend nothing happened lol.&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;I STILL WANT A CHUM BUDDY! jkfgads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like a privileged/ungrateful bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all kiddies. no tip. only, make sure people don't steal your ID cards. paying exra for bus tickets = uncool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-6092590533787362146?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6092590533787362146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6092590533787362146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6092590533787362146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/she.html' title='She.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TL_f83erI4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/U6AIRdJlxIo/s72-c/260b3e3700bb5eefd5a16d4af721959e_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8067918877296727092</id><published>2010-10-17T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:27:17.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chum Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1q2ulyYdJQ8/SwcTkgiUnRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nduzT_4vics/s1600/chumbuddy.jpg"&gt;CAN SOMEONE BUY THIS FOR ME?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it's only $199.95 USD)&lt;/span&gt; (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kdfhgflug. so much study to cram in. SIGHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8067918877296727092?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8067918877296727092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/chum-buddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8067918877296727092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8067918877296727092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/chum-buddy.html' title='Chum Buddy'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3416540981924404295</id><published>2010-10-17T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:12:21.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more? less? what makes something meaningful??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLq3Y9ML7CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EJyeZllqNjo/s1600/tumblr_ku9bakk72u1qa215io1_400_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528933131921124386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLq3Y9ML7CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EJyeZllqNjo/s400/tumblr_ku9bakk72u1qa215io1_400_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tip&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; "More is less"&lt;br /&gt;(emphasis on the "from experience" part of my Tip of The Day's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As much as the picture annoys me, the quote is great C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This popped up in my head again, i think SOMEONE would look amazing going to the ball or anywhere with tuxedo&amp;amp;redchucks (;. i've always like that idea to be honest. but it's been a while since it popped up in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3416540981924404295?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3416540981924404295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-less-what-makes-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3416540981924404295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3416540981924404295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-less-what-makes-something.html' title='more? less? what makes something meaningful??'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLq3Y9ML7CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EJyeZllqNjo/s72-c/tumblr_ku9bakk72u1qa215io1_400_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8101661896458150615</id><published>2010-10-16T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:34:05.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James.</title><content type='html'>Good ol'James! one of the most friendly, easygoing, POLITE guys i've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;He lives about 25min away(drive) and always tried his best to pick me up &amp;amp; drop me off on friday nights. the one time he couldn't; he felt sooo guilty &amp;amp; kept on apologizing to me. (: I wrote about 4/5th of a page for his goodbye card :D I think it's so sweet how he "wept" ♥. Michael impressed me with the video, the effort he put in definately paid off (: 刮目相看哦 yea, i'll really miss him because our friday night car rides were just too awesome to be forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to my dearest; STATS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to love you, i want to know you but i just dont understand u. hahah yes i'm on the same boat as jenny now D:&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLlt5vHyesI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GQGyrw6o4vs/s1600/33632_447820388818_713033818_5188386_5438421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528570856243100354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLlt5vHyesI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GQGyrw6o4vs/s400/33632_447820388818_713033818_5188386_5438421_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip Of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stay strong through the lows of life. Eventually you will reach a high. It may not be the "high" you hoped for but it's a bit better than just a compromise (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8101661896458150615?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8101661896458150615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/james.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8101661896458150615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8101661896458150615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/james.html' title='James.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLlt5vHyesI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GQGyrw6o4vs/s72-c/33632_447820388818_713033818_5188386_5438421_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-2087057561178837634</id><published>2010-10-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:48:57.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我们隔着一颗心的距离</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;一双闪着泪光的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;要多努力才能把雨看成星星&lt;br /&gt;握住我手,但别给我同情&lt;br /&gt;执着的人要从倔强,寻找勇气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;好像很近,瞬间又远离&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很难实现才叫梦想,才要决心&lt;br /&gt;我们终于一起来到这里&lt;br /&gt;当我激动不能言语. 把我抱紧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们隔着一颗心的距离&lt;br /&gt;有笑有哭地去回忆&lt;br /&gt;夏天秋天,纯真蜕变的电影&lt;br /&gt;会是一辈子做不腻的事情&lt;br /&gt;静静隔着一颗心的距离&lt;br /&gt;交换最真实的情绪&lt;br /&gt;庆幸,太不勇敢的纪念日里&lt;br /&gt;你曾经给我多重要的鼓励&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想说: 没有你的声音&lt;br /&gt;像没有歌词的旋律&lt;br /&gt;就算可以很美很好听&lt;br /&gt;也少了意义上的确定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^I don't know what exactly it is about the song but something's right about it.&lt;br /&gt;What provokes us as people to like a piece of writing is probably the way it makes US feel, how it triggers old memories that was burried under years of hurt,love,or fun, how it give us hope for some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't think no one cares.Somone will always notice if you haven't been yourself; even if it's not the person you hope would care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; those people will make you happy in ways you can not imagine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou, not that you read this. which is probably why i would even mention it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-2087057561178837634?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/2087057561178837634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2087057561178837634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2087057561178837634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_13.html' title='我们隔着一颗心的距离'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-566946899967303491</id><published>2010-10-10T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:32:40.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing About Trying New Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Try new things... just not Indonesian noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year(recently) i decided to try some "mi goren", i finished the packet of 5 thinking there weren't anything extremely delicious about it. then i find out today, it has cosmetic-preservatives inside the sauce &amp;amp; the noodles. My stomach flipped a few times after reading the article &amp;amp; a few more times while writing this. I simply can not understand how they would be allowed to sell this sickening substance, noodles with cosmetic preservatives. Appalling.&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;It finally feels like Spring, after this year's bitter-long winter, i am ready for some new summer/spring additions to my wardrobe (: Lets start off with some &lt;a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/CatalogNavigationSearchResultCmd?catalogId=33057&amp;amp;storeId=12556&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;viewAllFlag=false&amp;amp;sort_field=Relevance&amp;amp;categoryId=208569&amp;amp;parent_categoryId=208495&amp;amp;beginIndex=1&amp;amp;pageSize=20"&gt;new clothes&lt;/a&gt; for the nails? I will treat myself to a good shopping trip after exams, if i survive.&lt;br /&gt;Maths is tomorrow. Everyone seems so prepared, so ready to get 90%+. Whereas i'm pretty sure i'll pass but the dilemma is, BY HOW MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was little, I thought art was all about what I saw. But now, I realise, it's not just about what we see - it's what we see, and feel.&lt;br /&gt;Everything around us is art. Life's a piece of art. Colour it. (:"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://f4fantasy.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?sa=528891949"&gt;Jenny Chen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah so she says she doesn't write with flair, the english marks prove otherwise sweetheart (;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, art is not only about what you see with your eyes but also the way it makes you feel, the aroma the colours give off, the place it puts you in despite the coldness of your life. Art isn't only what is stored and displayed in art galleries. It's so much more than just a painting on the wall. "Life's a piece of art", colour it, paint it, sculpt it,Papier-mâché(it's french for chewed up paper).&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-566946899967303491?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/566946899967303491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/thing-about-trying-new-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/566946899967303491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/566946899967303491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/thing-about-trying-new-things.html' title='The Thing About Trying New Things'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3904992222599288086</id><published>2010-10-10T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:12:36.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10:10pm 10th 10 10</title><content type='html'>Just thought i should tell you what i did at that precise minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Super Wong xD haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3904992222599288086?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3904992222599288086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/1010pm-10th-10-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3904992222599288086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3904992222599288086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/1010pm-10th-10-10.html' title='10:10pm 10th 10 10'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1845720829388094787</id><published>2010-10-09T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:13:53.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>一颗心的距离</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLFUmXkfoFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0aXkbKBv040/s1600/smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526291235899154514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLFUmXkfoFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0aXkbKBv040/s400/smile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye old background )): it was hard to match colours with it. i prefer this one over the current anyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=====&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, i haven't been so stoked about something in a while... until today when daddy said Serena staying wtih us for 2weeks is cool (: but what will we even do in the boring little hole called my house, or even the slightly bigger but equally boring hole, 'auckland'. From expreience &amp;amp; common sense( ha, im one to speak ..) Brissy is a whole lot better than auckland, actually most of australia is less-of-a-hole than nz is. oh well! Thats something to look forward to after my (i predict) horrible exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought i wasn't a typical girl who can't get over things, until recently. haha but don't worry my lovely readers(probably only 3.), Linda is bouncing back after 2days of being a typical girl. haha yea i'm sick of it. like i said before: Build a bridge &amp;amp; get over it.  Nothing's a big deal until you make it a big deal &amp;amp; the easiest way through "change" is adapting (: don't try to fight it, you can scheme and plan but you're not going to outsmart change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip Of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't look tired around people. apparently it makes u look like you're pissy &amp;amp; crazy. C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1845720829388094787?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1845720829388094787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1845720829388094787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1845720829388094787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='一颗心的距离'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLFUmXkfoFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0aXkbKBv040/s72-c/smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8560974702530560871</id><published>2010-10-09T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T02:02:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplanes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLAozkDuzSI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JAIGWI9Ip-4/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525961609101364514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLAozkDuzSI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JAIGWI9Ip-4/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ i just love that part of the movie where Bruno runs around with his friends, pretending they're airplanes, so innocent when the world around them is cruel, intolerant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp;&amp;amp; what is up with those mini pastry? I saw them on Tyra the other day ( yes, Tyra is cool okay? xP). They popped up on my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/topshop/sweet-thing/10150276894180696"&gt;news feed&lt;/a&gt; except you can't eat the ones from Topshop(ithink). I don't understand difference between having a slice of cake &amp;amp; five "mini cakes"... aren't they almost equivalent in calories or whatever people worry about these days? As much as i see no point in those adorable, miniture cupcakes &amp;amp; cakes, i like the fact they're probably made with love &amp;amp; care. Trust me the smaller things are, the harder to bake-make-decorate. (it rhymes! O:)&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a silver lining, I believe in silver linings &amp;amp; guess what? If you don't see one, it doesn't mean it isn't there, it just means you're looking at the wrong cloud (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you serena. You really did brighten up my gloomy maths-bio-filled day. a little ray of sunshine C: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8560974702530560871?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8560974702530560871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/airplanes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8560974702530560871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8560974702530560871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/airplanes.html' title='Airplanes.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TLAozkDuzSI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JAIGWI9Ip-4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5432334751396845373</id><published>2010-10-08T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:06:07.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes we have moved on.</title><content type='html'>at least i think we did. at least it looks like we did. But that's okay because things always change for the better right? No but i want to lighten up so YES they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TK92n9Wec1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/E2lXbIJuaG8/s1600/hjuy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525765696662696786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TK92n9Wec1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/E2lXbIJuaG8/s320/hjuy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Run down the hill like a free soul, with your arm stretched out like an airplane, run &amp;amp; twirl as if nothing can stop you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once i think i will elaborate on my "tip of the day". So last night i was just tired, stressed, angry with myself, mostly tired. It was hard to appreciate things with such a heavy cloud looming around. My usual aura changed, i could even feel the difference. Near the end, Steff's HUGEEEE hill really made my day. Yes i ran down it as if i was an airplane (: I can't say it made situations better but at that precise moment in time, i was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just living in the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ruth is right. "You looked more like an airplane that's about to crash".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRASH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CRASH&lt;/span&gt; CRash &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crash. then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5432334751396845373?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5432334751396845373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-we-have-moved-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5432334751396845373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5432334751396845373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-we-have-moved-on.html' title='Yes we have moved on.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TK92n9Wec1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/E2lXbIJuaG8/s72-c/hjuy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-2085007885872738339</id><published>2010-10-07T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:16:22.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamy Lemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TK4vNyXzoSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4RZ3GNSfdx8/s1600/hghg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525405706736607522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TK4vNyXzoSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4RZ3GNSfdx8/s400/hghg.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were always something about lemons that caught my fancy. Maybe it's the fresh aroma or the feeling that is associated with yellow objects, no not Asians, &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;. I never really understood the quote: when life throws you lemons, make lemonades. So in this case, lemons = sour, bad things in life right? but isn't that what life is all about? i think there's something beautiful about bitter-sweetness to be honest. call me strange but like many others has stated, how would you even know what's good in life if something bad doesn't happen? Lemons are almost as good as grapefruits on my list C: The only thing stopping it reaching higher is the fact you can't eat lemons by itself, fresh off the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about grapefruit, Neutrogena has a &lt;a href="http://www.neutrogena.com/category/event/pink+grapefruit.do"&gt;new range&lt;/a&gt; of facial cleansers &amp;amp; what nots! As much as i love my fresh cucumber-smelling neutrogena, i can't wait to finish it&amp;amp;move on to GRAPEFRUIT ;D&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy should really see the things i do for studying... bye bye catchup with friends. bye bye movies. bye bye everything fun. no not really..more like the things i do to get an iphone4. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TK5dHmv14bI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mHhcWM5eXRo/s1600/65192_1602295466278_1502834412_1501013_4085455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525456178071855538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TK5dHmv14bI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mHhcWM5eXRo/s320/65192_1602295466278_1502834412_1501013_4085455_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TK5esIJjzvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/iSTNzL0lNcA/s1600/33742_10150269857455367_562800366_15062281_5202640_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525457905025011442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TK5esIJjzvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/iSTNzL0lNcA/s320/33742_10150269857455367_562800366_15062281_5202640_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss HST. the environment was so good. i guess i'm like what rebekah was saying to ruth. "the rich kid who doesnt realise what she has" yea at HST, i was fully: oh it's not THAT great. but then when it's over &amp;amp; "hello auckland", i realise what i didn't appreciate. i miss serena, my cute australian-asian D: Daisychains &lt;3&gt;Tip of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Build a bridge &amp;amp; get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, "it" may be (: i personally think this is better than "when life gives u lemons, turn it into lemonades". srsly, just BUILD a bridge &amp; GET OVER IT. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-2085007885872738339?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/2085007885872738339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreamy-lemon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2085007885872738339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2085007885872738339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreamy-lemon.html' title='Dreamy Lemon'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TK4vNyXzoSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4RZ3GNSfdx8/s72-c/hghg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1355439650070439512</id><published>2010-10-06T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T02:43:14.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superglue.</title><content type='html'>i wish it was really super. super enough to mend relationships, to put someone's life back into the right shape, to even offer a little stability in everything that has shaken&amp;broken&amp;fallen apart.&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how much i like the "now us". where we have conversations like nothing ever happened, the spark never occured just like how the coldness never came. &lt;br /&gt; but that's alright because i've got a while to figure it out &amp; if i don't, well i adapt to my environment C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1355439650070439512?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1355439650070439512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/superglue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1355439650070439512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1355439650070439512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/superglue.html' title='Superglue.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8041126358743324136</id><published>2010-10-05T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T02:14:10.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something to brighten a day up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TKrraAtwTJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Y6GaWJn4lT0/s1600/tumblr_l7uflwYf5S1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the thing about girls.&lt;br /&gt;Every time they do something pretty,&lt;br /&gt;even if they're not much to look at,&lt;br /&gt;or even if they're sort of stupid,&lt;br /&gt;you fall in love with them,&lt;br /&gt;and then you never know&lt;br /&gt;where the hell you are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8041126358743324136?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8041126358743324136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-to-brighten-day-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8041126358743324136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8041126358743324136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-to-brighten-day-up.html' title='something to brighten a day up.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5711775856128819650</id><published>2010-10-02T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T02:40:36.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Cats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TKb9bqzjmBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/liD2mX0OurU/s1600/37205_436068858206_538033206_5431371_4503522_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TKb9bqzjmBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/liD2mX0OurU/s400/37205_436068858206_538033206_5431371_4503522_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523380644805318674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5711775856128819650?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5711775856128819650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/cool-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5711775856128819650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5711775856128819650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/10/cool-cats.html' title='Cool Cats.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TKb9bqzjmBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/liD2mX0OurU/s72-c/37205_436068858206_538033206_5431371_4503522_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-4405915792161505419</id><published>2010-09-25T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:40:53.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that all you could say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJ7MuTgwngI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mddA1anhJ-0/s1600/minnie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521075289086533122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJ7MuTgwngI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mddA1anhJ-0/s400/minnie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ i'm doing that one day with my Minniemouse ears. one day when i finally get a classy enough camera. and probably when my hair lies in the right spots on my shoulders. atm they have the same energy as a five year old's tantrums- sticking out here &amp;amp; there &amp;amp; everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea i've been photohunting these few days. Found a few favourites C: and a whole bunch of "eww's" . No blog-able updates on life. other than i did some ironing today :D i think i like ironing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip Of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Drink some grapefruit juice. specifically, Ruby red grapefruit juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-4405915792161505419?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/4405915792161505419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4405915792161505419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4405915792161505419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_25.html' title='Is that all you could say?'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJ7MuTgwngI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mddA1anhJ-0/s72-c/minnie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6679130370182962447</id><published>2010-09-24T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:33:19.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have we moved on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;when you want to forget something- an event, person, whatever. stick it into a pretty box, pop it into a bag(so it doesn't get dusty) and shove it under your bed. The monsters can have it. c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJ2FscdwlsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vlUsj7tEn0o/s1600/tumblr_l8eswwMWoD1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520715716827846338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJ2FscdwlsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vlUsj7tEn0o/s400/tumblr_l8eswwMWoD1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Talking about coffee. I tried a free sample today, it tasted like it was made with 1 coffee bean &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 2tanks of water. I only had one sip(thank God) before some rude person knocked the whole cup out of my hands &amp;&amp; every single drop spilt onto thr floor metres away from foodtown. thank you. REALLY. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i changed my facial cleanser. This time it taught me that i should always read the back before buying something. It apparently makes your face really sensitive to the sun so you have to ear protective clothing(hats, i presume?) and wear sunscreen etc. But it makes my face feel CLEAN &amp; smells like fresh cucumbers so i'm not complaining. oh &amp; it gave me an excuse to buy 45SPF moisturiser :D i &lt;3 neutrogena. okay fine. Just the cucumber smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start packing. usually i just walk around my room/the bathroom &amp; chuck things in my bag. let's be ORGANIZED &amp;&amp; NEAT this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-6679130370182962447?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6679130370182962447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/have-we-moved-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6679130370182962447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6679130370182962447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/have-we-moved-on.html' title='Have we moved on?'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJ2FscdwlsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vlUsj7tEn0o/s72-c/tumblr_l8eswwMWoD1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6450839359828894593</id><published>2010-09-22T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T03:33:29.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankly, Frankie, F dhgbsgya</title><content type='html'>"no frankly u just made me feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ yea i've done well this time haven't i? nfsdabd i always say the wrong things. it didn't used to be like this, well actually it did. i get too carried away with the things i say. It's the need to be right, and when i'm right i'd enforce even more of my so called "rightness" on to that person &amp;amp; step over their line. When you know you've stepped over the line &amp;amp; they tell u. that's when you should hide your tail between your legs &amp;amp; feel like a douche becasue you know what? YOU ARE A DOUCHE. yes i am one.&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJnQaSclY9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/638rSKKwXRc/s1600/tumblr_l63mpgaNlU1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519671968366158802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJnQaSclY9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/638rSKKwXRc/s400/tumblr_l63mpgaNlU1qaobbko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         ^ i think it applies. Frankly quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When you are right, accept the credit, bow &amp;amp; leave. don't stay to give more. you would just screw things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-6450839359828894593?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6450839359828894593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/frankly-frankie-f-dhgbsgya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6450839359828894593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6450839359828894593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/frankly-frankie-f-dhgbsgya.html' title='Frankly, Frankie, F dhgbsgya'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJnQaSclY9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/638rSKKwXRc/s72-c/tumblr_l63mpgaNlU1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-4025487412600935316</id><published>2010-09-21T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T02:03:44.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJhxrjjHxDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pIgtTPyjBeE/s1600/tumblr_l7tw5d6G9u1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJhxrjjHxDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pIgtTPyjBeE/s400/tumblr_l7tw5d6G9u1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519286336433407026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the flowers (: really made my day. Too bad the wind fully killed them :/ ily bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you lucia. i think i'm going to be a &lt;a href="http://www.frankie.com.au/"&gt;monthly suscriber&lt;/a&gt; now. Okay honestly when i saw the cover i was fully like: wth. but as pages flipped open, my eyes were drawn. it's classy, it's vintage, it's me (: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; darriing. you're right, i should forget about 15 &amp; it's miserable lows. there is indeed another year for me to make right, to take opportunity, to smile about. &lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;size twelve jeans were exchanged (: hello size six! we're going to have lots of fun together (: until summer hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm becoming a every-day-regular at my orthodontist. i break it constantly &amp; even (probably) managed to swallow the part of my springs that fell off. kdjfgasdufg metal in stomach?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-4025487412600935316?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/4025487412600935316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4025487412600935316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4025487412600935316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJhxrjjHxDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pIgtTPyjBeE/s72-c/tumblr_l7tw5d6G9u1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3256715859593945162</id><published>2010-09-19T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:36:30.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day with 15.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJW4wsmfTHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zmoU4UUd2ps/s1600/tumblr_l8tpvy19lR1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518520065158237298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJW4wsmfTHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zmoU4UUd2ps/s400/tumblr_l8tpvy19lR1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea birthdays are nothing special, i wasn't lying to myself. You get one year older and hope(i repeat &lt;strong&gt;HOPE&lt;/strong&gt;) to get a bit wiser, to not fall over the same crack that did you in last time, to give up &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; hopes of possible childhood &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fairy tales&lt;/span&gt;. You see the world and it's events more clearer, it's as if all the lies that made this world ideal slowly clears up over the years and I gain my own opinions, likes, dislikes. The road to finding who I am shortens as i take another step towards the unknown, the world which i could imagine with my best efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years before, I've always expected to do something big for my sixteenth, just like how i plan to have an eventful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;twentyfirst&lt;/span&gt; right now.I guess C4's sweet sixteens gave ideas to my childish brain. And as they say, things change. to me, it's nothing special, lots of other people are born on the same day as you and probably a few at the exact same time. what makes you so special? yea, exactly, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;elena&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;karen&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; for the early presents. they added extra sparkles to the days they were received. I can't believe how much i apparently &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reassemble&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Minnie&lt;/span&gt; mouse".&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Tip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't assume the best intentions of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know, you may assume that people put effort in &amp;amp;&amp;amp; later be told that although it meant the world to you, to them it wasn't even worth 6pence of their effort. I know this sounds pathetic but when you're in that situation you'll realise you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; taken my tip &amp;amp;&amp;amp; now it's too late because like me, you feel pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atm&lt;/span&gt; i wish i was never told, i didn't mind living in that particular lie because it wasn't on-going. It was just a lie that would be apart of the picture at the time. Nothing alike to living in a lie in a relationship, that's a constant lie. But since i was told, i don't think I'll treasure that 'thing' as much anymore. I'm 'okay-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;' this though. I do hope i learn this lesson, which i have failed many times before at. Don't put your hopes up, stop expecting the best of people. In the end it's you who sits down with a hurt heart/brain (depending on which one you use to think/make decisions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh golly.&lt;br /&gt;toddles kiddies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3256715859593945162?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3256715859593945162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-day-with-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3256715859593945162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3256715859593945162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-day-with-15.html' title='Last day with 15.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJW4wsmfTHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zmoU4UUd2ps/s72-c/tumblr_l8tpvy19lR1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-7654585891783869653</id><published>2010-09-18T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:02:18.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances in general</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;‘So you believe in second chances now,’ he said, clarifying.&lt;br /&gt;‘I believe,’ I said, ‘in however many you might need to get it right.’&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Along for the Ride, by Sarah Dessen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i hope this monologue comes up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-7654585891783869653?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/7654585891783869653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/chances-in-general.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7654585891783869653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7654585891783869653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/chances-in-general.html' title='Chances in general'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3881171367185617962</id><published>2010-09-18T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T01:10:44.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJRuQT4I03I/AAAAAAAAAVU/xlW-e1Nqx1I/s1600/WeddingDress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518156669928395634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJRuQT4I03I/AAAAAAAAAVU/xlW-e1Nqx1I/s400/WeddingDress.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's probably really old and everything but i got told to go listen to it. i listened to the intro &amp;amp; realised it was in Korean, close window. i'm not a fan foreign music, most foreign music anyways. it annoys me when i can't understand the lyrics. yea i choose lyrics over the tune most of the time, unless of course it's pure music- River flows in you ♥&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about weddings with Elena the other day, just something that popped up. She told me she disliked traditional weddings, typical white dress, typical wedding music, typical 'you may kiss the bride'. My opinions differ C: i think individuality is great, cliche is a blacklisted word. But weddings probably would be on my "traditional" list, things to keep the same for generations. I love the traditional white dress, formal atmosphere because weddings are something serious and formal. It's a declaration, yet many people break it without a second thought. i mean i don't believe in love at first sight but i do believe in that people can be in love with eahother forever. no, i don't think it's a childish thought, my parents are living proof(up to now if you're fussy). Actually i don't know. maybe love at first sight works for some people but i just don't understand how you even bring yourself to like that person more than a stranger when you don't even know their personality, who they really are.&lt;br /&gt;"Bride Wars" or whatever it is called, starring ann hathaway(she is so pretty, on a side note), had this traditional saying which caught my fancy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;' Something old, something new,&lt;br /&gt;Something borrowed, Something blue. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been around for a while &amp;amp; i hope it stays for generations onward.&lt;br /&gt;it's sweet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&amp;amp;&amp;amp;] yea i know my wedding's far far far away. haha just random thoughts that pops into this strange thing called brain.&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't walk outside when there's a storm. You might get blown away by the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3881171367185617962?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3881171367185617962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3881171367185617962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3881171367185617962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-dress.html' title='Wedding Dress'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TJRuQT4I03I/AAAAAAAAAVU/xlW-e1Nqx1I/s72-c/WeddingDress.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-4779361291345588624</id><published>2010-09-16T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:46:06.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carefree</title><content type='html'>I read this article about a mum with a kid who was a little Autistic. He rarely spoke to the mom but did join the lacrosse team. Like every other sports team, there was always an "inner circle" or at least, someone who misses out. He was that someone. Anyways a trial for reps came up &amp;amp; this autistic who did not have a "sportsman" build went &amp;amp; trialed. His parent prepared him about the disappointment he could face &amp;amp; even told him about how Michael Jordan didn't get into the highschool basketball team. He got chosen, went to lacrosse training, told "the boys" and they didn't believe him. what made me like this story so much was how the mum reacted when she was told. she said she knew she could've said a lot of things to him and explained how they were just jealous but instead she just said, "you know what Duke. FUCK THEM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea okay i don't like swearing, not because i've been brought up to have a clean mouth &amp;amp; the right attitude. sometimes my language gets erratic but who's doesn't? To me, saying" fck it" about something makes me feel like a loser. it obviously means that you've failed so bad at it that you're not going to attempt at it anymore. I'm no superman, i do look at the things life chucks my way &amp;amp; simply scream: fckig hell. but hey, that's rare.&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams went well. i even passed chem. this is AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 A's in end of yr exams = iphone4 :D ily daddy. Yea i've always been a daddy's girl. i guess it's because daddy doesnt nag when he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm feels heavy from the injection. my stockings are wet from the rain. my fringe is growing down the side of my face. i'm content with life at the moment &amp;amp; is looking forward to the holidays. nothing else i could ask for right now tbh. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip Of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;smile more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something cute: Do you have a bandaid? i just scrapped my knees falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Do you believe in love at first sight or should i walk around again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHH TOO SMOOTH (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-4779361291345588624?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/4779361291345588624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/carefree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4779361291345588624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4779361291345588624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/carefree.html' title='Carefree'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-7722955494192914580</id><published>2010-09-13T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:01:05.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post200</title><content type='html'>^ also the worst day since the last bad day I've had.&lt;br /&gt;bjadgyudfagy 14/09/2010 seriously just go stuff ur face and die of coronary heart disease or some equally stupid crap.&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get a sunflower. I understand why people send flowers to themselves now,receiving flowers just makes people feel good inside. despite that, i still think it's pretty pathetic. Yea well so am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Few movies:&lt;br /&gt;Despicable me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going the Distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parahna -even though i would freakout and probably scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toy Story3 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Salt  &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Inception (yea i still havent had time to go see them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip Of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't make plans beforehand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-7722955494192914580?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/7722955494192914580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/post200.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7722955494192914580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7722955494192914580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/post200.html' title='Post200'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-9070788653218237812</id><published>2010-09-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:19:06.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today someone let me into their world, even if it was only for a few minutes. It opened my eyes and i guess made me realise that in this world there people like that. someone quiet and lovely, dying to be heard, to make friends, to be part of this new environment she's stuffed into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new pair of headphones, i don't even know how these ripped. Also i think i would want to know how to speak a little Russian. just something new i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Personally i think pursuing something new every months is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stop assuming. Start asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-9070788653218237812?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/9070788653218237812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-someone-let-me-into-their-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/9070788653218237812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/9070788653218237812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-someone-let-me-into-their-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-2457649378283488732</id><published>2010-09-08T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:14:30.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote number 46848989516564589</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TIhfGYx1qFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8svhr_HhspQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TIhfGYx1qFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8svhr_HhspQ/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514762307050514514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;lifes like a path of untrodden snow,&lt;br /&gt;be careful how you tread on it&lt;br /&gt;for every mark will show.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-2457649378283488732?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/2457649378283488732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/quote-number-46848989516564589.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2457649378283488732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2457649378283488732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/quote-number-46848989516564589.html' title='Quote number 46848989516564589'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TIhfGYx1qFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8svhr_HhspQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8856980772251191298</id><published>2010-09-06T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:34:53.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to think</title><content type='html'>that we could conquer the world together. then i realised how pathetic i was.&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TIgAdOjeEHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/X-K_6LvoRwU/s1600/Capture.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514658245838246002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TIgAdOjeEHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/X-K_6LvoRwU/s400/Capture.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ so before i went to Japan i saw this picture on someone's blog &amp;amp; thought: pretty (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i came back from Japan i went to look at the picture again &amp;amp; thought: oh good, it's the same one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bring bandaids to your exams. after 3hrs of english, you need some bandaids to make sure your hand doesnt die before your 3hrs of history in the afternoon. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8856980772251191298?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8856980772251191298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-used-to-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8856980772251191298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8856980772251191298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-used-to-think.html' title='I used to think'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0J70cJ1qvE/TIgAdOjeEHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/X-K_6LvoRwU/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-9155486771128544314</id><published>2010-08-30T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:15:17.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts all condensed into one post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't mistaken the salt for sugar. salty English tea is not a pleasant start to the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to finish studying for exams. and also im hoping i don't have an accident because they'll use my school exam results &amp;amp; it'll be crap[. it's my prediction.&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been using my curler a lot more lately, just something different (: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw since when did the price of milk tea rise to eight dollars? WHAT IS THIS? haha. nah that's alright, i don't want to become a diabetic anyways. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i need to stock up exams studying snacks &amp;amp; probably should watch what i eat after that. so iv been eating a twix a day for the past two weeks, and i feel like a blob of fat right now&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow 15more day till my 16Th. not really a big deal &amp;amp; daddy already gave me the best present i could ask for C: i was going to treat myself to a few things but I'm still saving for japan &amp;amp; America (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm working again:&lt;br /&gt;-music box&lt;br /&gt;-some new heels&lt;br /&gt;-a unique hour glass. not just a typical block of wood with a glass tube thing that contains sand.&lt;br /&gt;-pocket watch. yea i don't know what i have with those things but i think it's cute and i regret not buying the one from japan :/&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people say "I'm in like with u"? because saying "i love you" to someone u simply just like is such an unnecessary lie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-9155486771128544314?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/9155486771128544314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-thoughts-all-condensed-into-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/9155486771128544314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/9155486771128544314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-thoughts-all-condensed-into-one.html' title='Random thoughts all condensed into one post.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3646333812998728825</id><published>2010-08-30T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:01:04.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>made me happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lord, i would not be any other type of person; I would just be nothing. I would have you as my person and my life, as the one who lives in me that i may live in you. If i want to be anything, i want to be a person like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Video training, book if Isaiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best decision i've made is being in the church life. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea you might think im really weird or whatever but you know what. i've got something that makes me happy. &amp; quite frankly i dont care much about what goes on in other people's minds lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3646333812998728825?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3646333812998728825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/made-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3646333812998728825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3646333812998728825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/made-me-happy.html' title='made me happy.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-7973966135725735368</id><published>2010-08-28T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T02:06:47.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Dream.</title><content type='html'>I must admit my saturday was just a continuation of my friday-happiness. haha yea i didn't know happiness stays during the night to the next day, i guess you really did make my Friday just that extra bit special. ♥ I felt like i was living a teenage dream, not the same type as Katy Perry but my style (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea okay it didn't carry through to sunday. Things unfolded to reveal that i'm an ugly person, both inwardly &amp;amp; outwardly. I don't know, i guess i appreciate this, it's an opportunity for change. better sooner than later in my opinion. optimistic view? no way, i went &amp;amp; ranted to a few people and eventually got over it, the fact that i'm an ugly person that is. lol yea i "okayed" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i realised how much YOU care, here's something little for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[懂得让我微笑的人, 再没有谁比你有天份]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man you have earned a lot of brownie point these 2days LOL&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip Of the Day kidiies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't ditch. ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH so much work to do. 4 more subjects left &gt;&lt; oh seriously who invented maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-7973966135725735368?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/7973966135725735368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/teenage-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7973966135725735368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7973966135725735368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/teenage-dream.html' title='Teenage Dream.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-2312330494544387579</id><published>2010-08-26T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T02:09:17.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent ages downloading some songs today. So much that my downloading programme thing died on me. a pop-up literally said along the lines of : Too many items, overworked programme. i was thinking are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more history topics to cover then i am FINISHED. other 4subjects, here i come?&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i've been quite happy to be honest. I think i can manage HST in the holidays actually. me &amp;amp; jonathan looked at our options &amp;amp; it was alright so i guess hamilton im comnig after all (maybe) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;谢谢你跟我一起唱&lt;strong&gt;那首&lt;/strong&gt;歌. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Listen to some asian music occasionally. It changes the scene a little (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-2312330494544387579?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/2312330494544387579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-spent-ages-downloading-some-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2312330494544387579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2312330494544387579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-spent-ages-downloading-some-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-7586463547366097347</id><published>2010-08-24T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T02:47:25.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my</title><content type='html'>It really annoys me that the person i want to talk to is on msn but the status is almost always "away" like just sign off if you're away. the false hope of you actually being there is just garrrhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this actually "caring a little about one person a bit more than others" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&amp;amp;&amp;amp;] btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird how the person you will marry is walking the Earth right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a facebook group that actually made me realise soemthing obvious. haha &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i clicke dht join button :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-7586463547366097347?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/7586463547366097347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7586463547366097347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7586463547366097347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-my.html' title='oh my'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5858277033622873872</id><published>2010-08-23T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:23:50.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taglines.</title><content type='html'>Some taglines confuse me to be honest. Some taglines i wish was talking about me. others are just pretty WTH. haha&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways tip of the day kiddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't talk about mrs cummings &amp;amp; assume that her car window isn't down- today it was wide open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, after what i said(which im pretty sure she heard) she smiled at me, don't mistaken this, i wasn't saying anything nice.&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half day tomorrow. It's going to be a hard choice between japanese, wendy's or taiwanese food. but i can finally get some VERY belated birthday gifts which is good (: oh &amp;amp; ofcourse $3(.40) japan for a cheap umbrella that i wouldnt feel bad breaking. Oh &amp;amp; possibly a new pair of shoes somewhere, while we're at it, just might chuck clothes on to the list. damn i want my job back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was watching a Christian Dior runway show last night, jackets were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; today my hopes of having a fun history class next yr totally crashed, podge is leaving &amp;amp; so is sophie &amp;amp; kerry. i'm going to be left to be entertained by a quiet asian girl who's rather nice(jacinta) &amp;amp; jade &amp;amp; some rather weird people. oh yup. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5858277033622873872?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5858277033622873872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/taglines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5858277033622873872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5858277033622873872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/taglines.html' title='Taglines.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-4798126393244195884</id><published>2010-08-22T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:16:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>爱我 非你莫属</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not really a tip. rather a recent experience)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sometimes even though you know it's a trap, your heart still wobbles a bit towards the "fall for it" half. You know you're going to get hurt but still talk yourself into falling for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me? yea i admit i'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i mentally prepared myself for a bad day. -in sight, was a chemistry test(my worst subject ever) which i didnt study much for &amp; also english essays were going to be given back. The essay in which i only wrote a paragraph + a short intro &amp; a personal response in the last 2min. &lt;br /&gt;actually it didnt turn out as bad, chem was rather easy &amp; english was better than what i expected &amp; there were a bunch of people who got worse than i did. meh it's only a practice. &lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most offensive word i can think of right now, next to disgusting, is &lt;em&gt;shallow&lt;/em&gt;. It's just a word that hits home, i remember the first time i was described as a shallow person. pretty stink. but everyone's shallow to an extent, thats just an excuse i used to comfort myself. in reality, not everyone's shallow but there are/were shallow people - me. My views &amp; opinions changed since then. I'm not trying to be deep, just not shallow. &lt;br /&gt; ^ sometimes think about how shallow you really are compared to how shallow you appear to be. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, just on a side note. Podcasts are actually quite useful, i'm learning spanish :D hahaha and also revising my history stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios. muchas gracias :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-4798126393244195884?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/4798126393244195884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4798126393244195884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/4798126393244195884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_22.html' title='爱我 非你莫属'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1948085957994918510</id><published>2010-08-21T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:57:35.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(;</title><content type='html'>It's rather funny how one person can ruin your day to the uttermost &amp;amp; yet the same person can make you grin like an idiot the next day. There's more than one of those in each person's life but no more than a handful, in my opinion. People like that are special and intimidating in a way. Intimidating as in you dont have control of anything, how you might feel in the next 2minute could depend on what that someone would say. lack of control frightens me. It feels like you're supposedly driving a car but someone has chopped off your hands - a mix of painic and not-knowing rules over you. If i was a character off Friends, which by the way is an all time favourite of mine ♥, i would probably be Monica. I mean there's no one else thats more control-freak than she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea &amp; you. please keep on with the shirt + blazer. you look nicer like that (: just a friendly suggestion. not that u would see this or anything but whatever. :D&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atm my head is fully of: history. dates. WWII. The great depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1948085957994918510?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1948085957994918510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1948085957994918510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1948085957994918510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='(;'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8780495507284695246</id><published>2010-08-18T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:03:23.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella</title><content type='html'>when i was little, i never wanted to be Cinderella as many little girls once did. She seemed rather pathetic. I guess in my opinion, if you want soemthing, you have to go get it. You can't sit there &amp;amp; wait for whatever you want to come &amp;amp; knock on your door or expect to find it randomly sitting your doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the Cinderella story though, as pathetic as she is, the story was a sweet unrealistic view to life.&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;here's an old song that played in the beginning of chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLluvXi5nOs&amp;amp;feature=av2e"&gt;Boston&lt;/a&gt; by Augustana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jsut love the piano intro. it's rather, light&amp;amp; skippy? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8780495507284695246?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8780495507284695246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/cinderella.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8780495507284695246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8780495507284695246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/cinderella.html' title='Cinderella'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3391361862691007584</id><published>2010-08-18T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:39:57.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote that hits home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect. It means you have decided&lt;br /&gt;to look beyond the imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3391361862691007584?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3391361862691007584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/quote-that-hits-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3391361862691007584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3391361862691007584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/quote-that-hits-home.html' title='A quote that hits home.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-7037430979528588942</id><published>2010-08-15T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:06:41.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intriguing</title><content type='html'>Life is on the right course, everything's slowly taking shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still there are a few things stresses me out when i think about it tbh. lol yea and i often have those retarded hyperventilating moments of "O M G"&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally mailed those snailmails (: let hope they get it soon. actually i felt like i hit a bargain when sending my letters only costed 1.80$ to australia :D&lt;br /&gt;Asian stores here i come, Linda need some mroe letter papers (: actually i dont like the standard, typical cute/buzzy asian letter papers.i think those big &amp;amp; long pieces of letter paper are more my cupp`a`tea ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, history essay-like paragraphs that i wrote got handed back (: SCORE only 3 marks off in total! that kept me going for a while lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking forward to halfday-wednesday, more time for fun i guess. exams are creeping in &amp;amp; tbh i'm quite alright about it because it's only mocks ;D timetables out soon from what i hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'll quit blabbing, the only main point of this post is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hattie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; -TWENTYTWO today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she's the most amazing-est person i know, of course that is along side many other amazing &amp;amp; brilliant people. no who am i kidding, she is the MOST amazing, bestest, everything good person i know. I guess she knows how much i appreciate her being in my life and shaping it to where it to what it is now.&lt;br /&gt;if i had a song to sing to her i would sing: baby come back to me, rady rady rarrr. i liked having her just a bus ride away. i mean yea okay, melbourne's not THAT far but it's not like i can fly there every weekend?&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a late tip of the day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't judge a book by it's cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you've all heard this one before but at time tictocs on, it becomes more real &amp;amp; appliable? Most of the time, there are more to some than the way they look but needless to say, sometimes the skank you thought she is, really is a skank. (i haven't thought of anyone as a skank yet, just so you know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-7037430979528588942?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/7037430979528588942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/intriguing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7037430979528588942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7037430979528588942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/intriguing.html' title='Intriguing'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-2858264075491205965</id><published>2010-08-08T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:54:02.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cough</title><content type='html'>cough, i'm a coughing cat. i cough cough cough and i cough cough cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that "Kittycat dance" thing is really sticking to me thanks to SOPHIE ANNABELLE (;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so being the stationary freak i am, i've spotted another whole lot of things from &lt;a href="http://www.kikki-k.com/"&gt;kikki.K&lt;/a&gt; that i'm so keen to buy. yes, you heard right, not from smiggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kikki.K is one of my all time favourite stationary stores because the things they sell are classy and inspiring. the thing with my planners/journal notebooks is like i never really use them till the end :L&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;write faster, read faster, love slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-2858264075491205965?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/2858264075491205965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/cough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2858264075491205965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/2858264075491205965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/cough.html' title='cough'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5215852987933743538</id><published>2010-08-06T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:52:24.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trample trample trample.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;violence is not the answer. i learnt this by punching people. it hurts yourself more than it hurts them:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的时候别人会把你的好意当成狗屎. and they will trample all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of like when you stayed up all night baking cookies for someone &amp;amp; they look at it, sniff at it, then bin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah that's okay though, just learn your lesson... bake YUMMIER cookies (; HAHA jokes. &lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in doubt about hamilton. ugh. to go or not to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5215852987933743538?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5215852987933743538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/trample-trample-trample.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5215852987933743538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5215852987933743538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/08/trample-trample-trample.html' title='trample trample trample.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-3270087611826796871</id><published>2010-07-30T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:20:35.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's Tip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't have long nails when bowling... they break &amp;amp; you end up with a badly shapped nail )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church today :D yuriko probably found it so boring because she understands like nothing. thank you mason for being so pro with japanese &lt;3 i liked how you guys had long, fast gibberish japanese convos which really just sounded like jhgusifbasukrgdhfshhhhsfgfhg but that's okay (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to see Ruth &amp;amp; ilike her red car :D i've always wanted a red ute &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yes i know utes are ugly but there's jsut soemthing about them or a red mini/beatle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw never say: i love you too. boys gee. ewww nah jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because afterwards u'd just feel real embarrassed/ want to dig a hole &amp;amp; disappear. forreals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-3270087611826796871?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/3270087611826796871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/touchy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3270087611826796871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/3270087611826796871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/touchy.html' title='Touchy'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1643659486416217866</id><published>2010-07-29T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T04:08:08.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats.</title><content type='html'>Cat. I'm a homeless cat. and i cough, cough, cough and i;m sick sick sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ yup just a few words to sum up my buddy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she's not really homeless but she had the homeless cat look all day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea im really worried awww one of the japanese girls had to go to the hospital because she was really sick &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today we took her&amp;kaori to sylvia park .. nothnig interesting they just bought chocolates&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so screwed maths test tmrw. integration/volumes of evolution/ CONDITIONAL PROBABILTY x___x havent been doing homework at all ===&gt; entertaining japanese ppl :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1643659486416217866?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1643659486416217866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1643659486416217866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1643659486416217866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/cats.html' title='Cats.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-5229389708195701178</id><published>2010-07-28T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T03:30:28.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iseeyou</title><content type='html'>Early finish today C: went to town with sophie&amp;kaori&amp;jenny&amp;yuriko C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went to mostly souvenire shops. nothing itneresting :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUSS my highlight of the day: saw nick HAHAHAH ohhhhhh but i dont think he nromally looks "scruffy" with one sock up &amp; one sock down XDD ohhh welll that was exciting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise. damnit woman, i need more patience with people my age. it's just that i except people to know things when i've said it twice. what part of we're going shopping bring ur money didnt she understand = = oh well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie's for dinner :D yum lol but the thing is everytime im there ben's not happy LOL just bad timing i guess :L uh at least yurikoe&amp;kaori had fun C: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi. we're not well-suited lol. not the same type of people but i still like having her as my buddy (: ohhh more shopping tmrw. and oh my life. frikken conditional probably. does it look like i care that a soccer team wins 80% of the time when it's sunny? NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-5229389708195701178?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5229389708195701178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/iseeyou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5229389708195701178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/5229389708195701178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/iseeyou.html' title='Iseeyou'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-1501676814997140952</id><published>2010-07-27T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T02:55:18.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>queen of the kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's Tip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't cook too much pasta at once.. it sticks to the bottom like there's no tomorrow (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i felt like i accomplished something big (: cooking for my japanese buddy and not burning the food is a HUGEEEE deal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshly squeezed orange juice&lt;br /&gt;Cheese/mayo/chicken pasta&lt;br /&gt;salad&lt;br /&gt;sausage + random fried things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: hope she liked it&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they went to Rangitoto Island &amp;amp; victoria markets. LOL Kaori left her lunchbox at rangitoto and was super worried that sophie's going to get angry aww how cute (: ohhh and apparently Nanami folds her dirty clothes before putting it in the laundry basket. oh cute little japanese people C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to priyanka's with everyone ebcause i thought i needed to revise some maths but it didnt work out that well as i was frantically trying to find a good pasta recipe but in the end, i just made the reg. so waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i heart yoshimi! she is the cutest, nicest halfjapanese-halfbulgarian person u can find! awww i wish she was my buddy, nto that yuriko isnt cool or anything :L but yoshimi's really cute x3 i just want to take her shopping and everything haahah. oh im such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUSS half day tomorrow. heart. shopping C: i think my liking of shopping increased after comnig back from Japan. however nz always ends up disappointing me with their slow and rather plain fashion... not that iv got an amazing taste or anything. jsut in general C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-1501676814997140952?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1501676814997140952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/queen-of-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1501676814997140952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/1501676814997140952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/queen-of-kitchen.html' title='queen of the kitchen'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8748084165091020085</id><published>2010-07-23T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:24:58.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since when</title><content type='html'>did i become so weak? 遇到事情就要掉眼泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every single time it's because of someone else. i actually have no reason to be upset about it at all. yea i dont know what goes on in that small brain of mine either but it's sure not indefinate integrals with infinity signs. ohhhhhhhhh Sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and &lt;strong&gt;YOU.&lt;/strong&gt; - so i realised that you really did care &amp; ti wasnt all polite talk. but WTF are you right now. huh huh???? yea thats what i thought. "away".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8748084165091020085?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8748084165091020085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/since-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8748084165091020085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8748084165091020085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/since-when.html' title='Since when'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6163561142859439809</id><published>2010-07-23T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T17:46:24.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanoshii</title><content type='html'>Went to watched shrek with Yuriko, sophie, kaori, chihiro &amp;amp; sarah C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the movie. it had a moral to it (: So my tip of the day shall be based on Shrek .&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Realise and holdfast to what you have now because if you realise that it was perfect after you loose it, it'll be too late :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and dear Farmers. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GET YOUR CRAP TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. people have lives they need to get on with and your stupidity/carelessness gets in the way. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today? &lt;br /&gt;-happy birthday michael you old "ikemen" :P jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little japanese people left for the smelly giant-Rotorua. hopefully they'd have fun. meanwhile i learnt some useful japanese which i shall practice with (; aww Sophie's mommy's so nice x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-6163561142859439809?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6163561142859439809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/tanoshii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6163561142859439809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6163561142859439809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/tanoshii.html' title='Tanoshii'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-442952072510210161</id><published>2010-07-22T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:39:09.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>交換の最初の日</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't panic when you do things. even if situatiosna re tough, be calm... and logical C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;後藤 百合子(Yuriko Goto)'s first day in new zealand (: she was such a great buddy in japan! took me lotssa places, looked after me etc .heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i took her with sophie&amp;amp;kaori, sarah&amp;amp;chihiro to lynn mall. nothing exciting really happened although i did try the frozen apple flavoured fanta ( or in ym words, shrek flavoured). i think they were all too tried to shop around? or maybe lynn mall's wayyyy too small compared to teh giantic japanese malls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we had dinner with sophie &amp;amp; her buddy, our buddies nearly got ran over :S lol but nando was good C: i hope they liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atm she's int eh shower except they keeps on turning the water one &amp;amp; off on &amp;amp; off so i hoep shes' okay? really want to say daijuobu to her but what fi seh like freaks out in the shower &amp;amp; slip :S hahaahah bring her to meetings tmrw thou C: should be exciting. shall update everyone C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhiles, no school tmrw. SCORE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-442952072510210161?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/442952072510210161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/442952072510210161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/442952072510210161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='交換の最初の日'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-7759322223071842912</id><published>2010-07-20T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:29:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddybuddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Never trust the indian lady at the international dep.  she doesn't know whats going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ws sooo looking forward to a taiwanese buddy cuz they're sooo cute x3 haha but amina gave me her honkkies anyways. they were alright. so apparently the guy i talked to was flirtagious as... didn't notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe i threw away my study time to take people around auckland though:/ i just felt so bad for those two when they said: all we do when we get home is stay in our room &amp; stare at nothingness. so i said i'd take them somewhere fun, only thing is, i've got Yuriko coming &amp; stuff. so busy busy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-7759322223071842912?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/7759322223071842912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/buddybuddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7759322223071842912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/7759322223071842912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/buddybuddy.html' title='Buddybuddy'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-6809140446136394821</id><published>2010-07-19T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:26:26.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's Tip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Never get the springs on your braces stuck. When you can't close your mouth u look like a dribbling idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had fun in maths (: integrations lol actually maths is pretty good when u dont have to do much (; apparently i was "flirting with gino" today = = does bullying people to do maths really mean flirting. get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Rio, thank you for giving me a 20% discount (: i promise i'll come every time i have an orthodontist appointment :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-6809140446136394821?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/6809140446136394821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-tip-never-get-springs-on-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6809140446136394821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/6809140446136394821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-tip-never-get-springs-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949442800708422134.post-8382960749516527589</id><published>2010-07-19T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:09:52.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another favourite quote (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"镜子显示出来的是真实的影像，却不是真实的自己."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-灰袁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949442800708422134-8382960749516527589?l=llhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/feeds/8382960749516527589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-favourite-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8382960749516527589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949442800708422134/posts/default/8382960749516527589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llhf.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-favourite-quote.html' title='another favourite quote (:'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756570321278792888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwM-_Wo2NY/TsL0POVisPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/haL5jfPDnuQ/s220/Snapshot_20110922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
