<?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-8438475</id><updated>2012-02-05T10:08:54.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.love.you.</title><subtitle type='html'>the power of L.O.V.E</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8440068998038875448</id><published>2011-11-27T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:10:29.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>辣也要说不辣&lt;br /&gt;痛也要说不痛&lt;br /&gt;死死地撑着，应该能过得了…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是昨天吃的，让我今天好不舒服哦…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8440068998038875448?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8440068998038875448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=8440068998038875448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;他爱我，她也爱我。&lt;br /&gt;我心里好乱。&lt;br /&gt;贪心、害怕、自私、贪生怕死&lt;br /&gt;这些搅在一起，&lt;br /&gt;搅糊了我的视线&lt;br /&gt;搅糊了我的脑袋&lt;br /&gt;也搅糊了我的心&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1983908660645466782?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1983908660645466782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1983908660645466782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1983908660645466782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1983908660645466782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='搅糊'/><author><name>tyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08776922985982660113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-5571381074600924105</id><published>2011-08-03T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:23:48.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你最近还好吗？</title><content type='html'>不知道你是否会收到这封欲寄又不能寄出的信。但是，还是想问你最近还好吗？忙碌吗？累吗？心还会痛吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-5571381074600924105?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5571381074600924105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>I miss you, Beee.&lt;br /&gt;老公，我想念你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for June holidays to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a trip to Tianjin to see him.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee, tomorrow I'm going to buy the materials for our anniversary pressie.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta mail it out by friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!!!~ Eeeee!!!~ Yay!!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7581909370820761937?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7581909370820761937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7581909370820761937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7581909370820761937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7581909370820761937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6038363750058931600</id><published>2011-04-04T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:17:41.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restful Increase</title><content type='html'>Whenever I am stressed or tired and i feel like throwing in the towel, I'll listen to this song and read the lyrics to myself. I realised, I do need to just give Him everything. My stress, lethargy, worries and everything else and He will give me rest and peace. And I worship Him and receive His Shalom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer striving, no longer stressed&lt;br /&gt;In You, my Jesus, I’ve found my rest&lt;br /&gt;No longer toiling, hard labour ceased&lt;br /&gt;For You’ve assured me&lt;br /&gt;Restful increase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your open arms held nothing back&lt;br /&gt;Your life for mine&lt;br /&gt;You overpaid my debt&lt;br /&gt;Free in Your love&lt;br /&gt;I have found my rest&lt;br /&gt;Your heart’s delight&lt;br /&gt;Is to see me blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve given me peace all around&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m enjoying&lt;br /&gt;This grace I’ve found&lt;br /&gt;Health in my body, joy in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, my future is filled with hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6038363750058931600?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6038363750058931600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6038363750058931600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6038363750058931600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6038363750058931600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/restful-increase.html' title='Restful Increase'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-2680819154402458593</id><published>2011-04-04T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:11:44.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Sacrfice</title><content type='html'>He cried "My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me?" so that you and I will cry "My Father my Father why have You so blessed me?". He found His rest, loving you, saving you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your grace has opened my eyes &lt;br&gt;To see the beauty, the price &lt;br&gt;Of Your love’s sacrifice &lt;br&gt;Your love’s sacrifice &lt;br&gt;Your blood has redeemed me from shame &lt;br&gt;Your power has broken the chains &lt;br&gt;This is love’s sacrifice &lt;br&gt;Your love’s sacrifice &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whenever I listen to this song, I can't help but tear. &lt;br&gt;How could anyone love so much that he is willing to give up his innocent life for people whom did evil and allow rejections and humiliation by his people to be dump upon him? &lt;br&gt;I can't bear to think of the pain and hurt He experienced. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is really a love's sacrifice. &lt;br&gt;His love's sacrifice, for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-2680819154402458593?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2680819154402458593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=2680819154402458593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2680819154402458593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2680819154402458593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/loves-sacrfice.html' title='Love&apos;s Sacrfice'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4108270819818846655</id><published>2010-12-31T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:40:07.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>不知道为什么，今天想用中文写日记。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很快，2010年就到了尾声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年，我经历的变化很多。&lt;br /&gt;1. 我终于正式成为一位老师。&lt;br /&gt;2. 我的男朋友到外国公干，两个人分隔两地，不容易。刚开始，经常意见不合，但是久了，了解彼此的工作时间与作息，就更珍惜拥有彼此的时间，更加疼惜彼此。&lt;br /&gt;3. 我被工作搞得晕头转向，朋友不多，只剩几个，但是无比的亲。所以特别珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;4. 不知道为什么，觉得自己变得较沉默，比较爱独来独往的生活，不再疯狂地有很多人包围着我。&lt;br /&gt;5. 我的华文程度退步了，好羞愧哦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新的一年里，我兴奋地期待着看自己如何面对挑战。&lt;br /&gt;我相信我可以。&lt;br /&gt;我肯定我可以。&lt;br /&gt;你问我为什么？&lt;br /&gt;我知道我的神能帮我，而且他会帮我。&lt;br /&gt;我相信，我知道。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4108270819818846655?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4108270819818846655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4108270819818846655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4108270819818846655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4108270819818846655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-1.html' title=''/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-2869030815915739309</id><published>2010-10-14T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:12:40.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Letter Of Hurt</title><content type='html'>I look at myself and I asked, "Am I a lousy teacher?"&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of my pupils DO think that I am one.&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself, "Am I unfair to my pupils? Was I unjust to them?"&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am not.&lt;br /&gt;I believe my own eyes and my investigation.&lt;br /&gt;When I see and found out the mistake, surely I will reprimand and punish.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means doing that to my 'favourite' students.&lt;br /&gt;However, I was greatly resented by them.&lt;br /&gt;I am named 'the lousy teacher', the unfair one'.&lt;br /&gt;Those whom was once my aids, now became the rebels.&lt;br /&gt;I felt hurt by my students, my students are the people I cared and loved.&lt;br /&gt;No matter their looks or character, I love them just as much.&lt;br /&gt;I once believed that I can teach them with the grace of God and guide them in the ways of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I doubt myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I get home and I cry.&lt;br /&gt;I was very demoralised.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am down in the valley of the shadow of death.&lt;br /&gt;My God, my Lord, can I have a shoulder to lean on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-2869030815915739309?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2869030815915739309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=2869030815915739309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2869030815915739309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2869030815915739309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-letter-of-hurt.html' title='My Letter Of Hurt'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4941652968555730929</id><published>2010-10-11T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:08:44.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Woes</title><content type='html'>Half of term 4 has passed.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a busy day, work is never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;Setting papers and drilling my students are sickening.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like vomitting whenever I do these things.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, there are reports to write and administrative work we have to complete.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'll wonder where am I?&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;I will be going over to shanghai in december to visit him.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I can't wait for holidays!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4941652968555730929?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4941652968555730929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4941652968555730929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4941652968555730929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4941652968555730929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-woes.html' title='Work Woes'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-9019772615879836270</id><published>2010-08-23T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:50:00.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End Term</title><content type='html'>Today is the start of term 3 week 9.&lt;br /&gt;One term just passed, like that.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies, especially when one is having so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hubby so much.&lt;br /&gt;His birthday is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;I want to mail him his present.&lt;br /&gt;But, what should I get him?&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of some sermon CDs or a few Christian CDs and a super HUGE birthday card.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with an addition of my photos!&lt;br /&gt;Heehee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to September holidays, I want to go sun tanning at Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! =))&lt;br /&gt;But first and foremost, get past week 9 and week 10.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be tough, but Jesus will sustain and provide!&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Him! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-9019772615879836270?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9019772615879836270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=9019772615879836270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/9019772615879836270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/9019772615879836270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/end-term.html' title='End Term'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8327505606973159261</id><published>2010-08-15T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:14:38.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment Is Inevitable.</title><content type='html'>Disappointment, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to put the blame on him since it wasn't his fault that his friends do not keep to schedule.&lt;br /&gt;But the disappointment just crept in.&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not know what I am talking about, my love and I arranged to chat online tonight (we do this often since he is not in singapore).&lt;br /&gt;However, due to his friends' inability to stick to the schedule they've planned (this is his explanation lah), he is unable to reach tianjin in time to chat with me (yes, he went to beijing over the weekend).&lt;br /&gt;We've arranged this at noon, then, he just told me at 8:30pm that he won't be able to stick to our plan.&lt;br /&gt;Last minute change, disappointment is inevitable right...?&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you looked forward to talk your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means, over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well, what can I do but try to find excuses for myself to stop feeling disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;So I told myself, I can use this time to watch my Korean drama or copy sermons into my mp3.&lt;br /&gt;At least, I won't feel too sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8327505606973159261?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8327505606973159261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=8327505606973159261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8327505606973159261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8327505606973159261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/disappointment-is-inevitable.html' title='Disappointment Is Inevitable.'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7433337178118525224</id><published>2010-08-11T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:32:22.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cubicle thoughts</title><content type='html'>*sitting in my office now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having my break time now.&lt;br /&gt;Finished marking my students' assignments, so I spent some time thinking about some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of my students.&lt;br /&gt;What is the reason for them to rebel or disobey?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that sometimes, I have to scold and scream at them?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak to them like how Jesus spoke to us? Jesus's compassionate and gentle tone makes us stop and think.&lt;br /&gt;But when I speak to my students nicely, some listen yet some push the limits and therefore I need to scream at them.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to figure out WHY and HOW...&lt;br /&gt;why can't they listen and understand and obey?&lt;br /&gt;how can I, be like Jesus who speaks grace into our life, also speak grace into the lives of our young ones so that they know the heart of mine?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was thinking of my relationship with my love.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the trust and faith I have in him, yet at the same time, thinking of the 'what ifs'.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's a struggle and it becomes weary.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's renewed and soaring in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's just......uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in the power of LOVE......&lt;br /&gt;Love......hmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not think about things for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;For this moment, or rather a few more moments,&lt;br /&gt;let's just live without thinking, let's just live with risks and uncertainties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7433337178118525224?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7433337178118525224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7433337178118525224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7433337178118525224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7433337178118525224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/cubicle-thoughts.html' title='cubicle thoughts'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-169597344729506789</id><published>2010-08-01T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:52:54.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 22nd</title><content type='html'>My 22nd was simple.&lt;br /&gt;But simplicity has its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday dinner and picnic, followed by a cold treat at Haagen Daz.&lt;br /&gt;I will post the photos when I got the time.&lt;br /&gt;For now, its time to worry about work for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already feeling the Monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, may Your favour and grace be upon me as I enter another week again.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-169597344729506789?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/169597344729506789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=169597344729506789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/169597344729506789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/169597344729506789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-22nd.html' title='My 22nd'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4475207351726319813</id><published>2010-07-28T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:18:19.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey &amp; Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes yes, I remembered that I promised my friends that I am going to post up my goodies once I finished baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But of course, as usual, I am lazy and I procrastinated and then, I am only posting up photos now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And today is the 5th day after the baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498974284905037682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TFBH-jDFv3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/B7fpUKsgvmY/s400/P1020358.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The very yummy sweet batter I prepared, from scratch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498974293836776002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TFBH_EUlQkI/AAAAAAAAAso/uuikdDBOaGE/s400/P1020357.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The short and fat cupcakes rising in the oven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498974304491124434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TFBH_sAxttI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ynpPp2EntSY/s400/P1020359.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When they are out, the luscious golden brown springy top makes me drool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgotten to take photos when I was frosting the first batch of cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time I frost my second batch of cupcakes, I will definitely take photos.&lt;br /&gt;The pinky buttercream icing is fabulously princess-like!&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure my princesses will love them too!&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4475207351726319813?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4475207351726319813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4475207351726319813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4475207351726319813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4475207351726319813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/07/honey-rose.html' title='Honey &amp; Rose'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TFBH-jDFv3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/B7fpUKsgvmY/s72-c/P1020358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6587180327771837619</id><published>2010-07-22T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:12:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1/4 Wife</title><content type='html'>I am the 1/4 wife now.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really cannot wait to be the 1/2 wife.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, we are really so in love with each other, we are willing to spend the rest of our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;He is a very good man.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever my family or friends ask me why I chose him, I told them: He is a good man and we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, on our first date, I already know he will be the one.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason being I am myself when I am with him and I know he loves and accepts me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Now I look back at the past one year and three months together, I really feel true bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the ups and downs of our relationship, we still go through it together and build our relationship stronger.&lt;br /&gt;These two years will be a tough time for us, especially when we cannot be by each other's side.&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure if we can survive this two years without our relationship being negatively affected, we can go through anything together and our love will turn stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeee, if you are reading this, I just want to tell you I am waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how Penelope waited for Ulyssess.&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6587180327771837619?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6587180327771837619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6587180327771837619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6587180327771837619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6587180327771837619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/07/14-wife.html' title='The 1/4 Wife'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7886555724231901235</id><published>2010-05-28T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:18:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live The Queens And The Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nylonforlife.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://nylonforlife.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the post above, search for the post on 28th May.&lt;br /&gt;I am so touched by our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, "We've made a deal ages ago. Men, babies, it doesn't matter. We're soulmates."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7886555724231901235?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7886555724231901235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7886555724231901235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7886555724231901235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7886555724231901235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-live-queens-and-princess.html' title='Long Live The Queens And The Princess'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6564603777276353578</id><published>2010-05-13T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:04:50.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>何人知？</title><content type='html'>我知道不管在哪里，如果我发牢骚的话，一定会被大家骂。&lt;br /&gt;我觉得很委屈，满肚子的委屈。&lt;br /&gt;难道你们就不能听，然后以一种同理的心情来慰问我吗？&lt;br /&gt;为什么一定要说我做得不够？&lt;br /&gt;或者，是我一定要改变？&lt;br /&gt;难道我做错了吗？&lt;br /&gt;所以，我错了咯？所以你们每个人都要我改，要我体谅。&lt;br /&gt;那谁来体谅我呢？&lt;br /&gt;谁来为我而改呢？&lt;br /&gt;我气，非常的气，满肚子的委屈让我气得要爆炸！&lt;br /&gt;啊！！！！！！！！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6564603777276353578?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6564603777276353578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6564603777276353578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6564603777276353578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6564603777276353578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='何人知？'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-1690047344197439953</id><published>2010-05-05T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:24:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Cavity</title><content type='html'>My tooth aches.&lt;br /&gt;I think its a dental cavity.&lt;br /&gt;Is this cavity a warning or is it the problem itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether the cavity in my life is the prelude to the bigger storm that is coming, or is that the tsunami on its own.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for certain is, I really do not feel good at all.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I still smile that perfect smile and pretend the pain is not there?&lt;br /&gt;Or probably, in order not to agrravate the cavity, I should just starve myself to death?&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone would say just go seek dental help.&lt;br /&gt;But, I have my fear.&lt;br /&gt;My fear is not of the machinery, but of the reproachful eyes of the dentist and the pain that comes after the dental visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand what I am talking about?&lt;br /&gt;I truly doubt you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1690047344197439953?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1690047344197439953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1690047344197439953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1690047344197439953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1690047344197439953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifes-cavity.html' title='Life&apos;s Cavity'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7966730329282880823</id><published>2010-04-30T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:48:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF. Thank God It's Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Beeee went overseas already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I guess I'm trying to get used to not having him around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I mean, I used to see him every weekend and now, I feel really lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh well, TGIF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hope to meet up with Lou tonight since the other two are occupied with lurrrve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just kidding alright, don't kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nowadays, I'm fighting with two enemies: Fatigue and Nausea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I feel so drained out fighting with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes, I will have that thought of just collapse and not deal with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;TGIF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Let's enjoy the weekend and put my worries behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7966730329282880823?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7966730329282880823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7966730329282880823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7966730329282880823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7966730329282880823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/tgif-thank-god-its-friday.html' title='TGIF. Thank God It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-3725656249439765561</id><published>2010-04-24T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:55:39.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><content type='html'>Busy.&lt;br /&gt;That is the word that kept me from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Work is keeping me away from having a life.&lt;br /&gt;It made me felt that I was normal, previously.&lt;br /&gt;Operative word: previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeee is leaving tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it will be 2 years of long-distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how things will go, but I will believe in us, just like how I believe in him when he went for FHA 2010 competition.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you guys, my boyfriend got a gold medal for the competition.&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Beeee is sleeping so soundly now, so cute, hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Later, I will drag him to Arab street with me, I want to get a picnic basket.&lt;br /&gt;So that the next time when he's back in Singapore, we can go picnic at botanical garden again.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us love picnics so much, it will be our regular date thing, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So, why not get a good picnic basket? Right...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-3725656249439765561?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3725656249439765561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=3725656249439765561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3725656249439765561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3725656249439765561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-793269845275303382</id><published>2009-11-29T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:42:09.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment - checked?</title><content type='html'>I took quite a long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work kept me from blog.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, work kept me from a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Now, most of the time when I am on the internet, I'll be checking emails and the school cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family - checked. All good. I know sometimes I'll get frustrated and speak as if I am damn irritated, but that's not personal. It's work that's getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Beeee - checked. Blissfully in love. Deeper in love. What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Friends - checked. Well, as we grow older, we know people come and go. But the few that stays, are the gems in my life. The Queens and Bestie, totally love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Work - Sigh. Checked. The saying of "Life's not fair." is slowly seeping in. I don't really dig that, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie and Girl pigged out on cheesecakes on thursday night. Queens and Princess walked on sunshine on a friday morning. Beeee and Baby ever in love.&lt;br /&gt;I really should be contented.&lt;br /&gt;Erm......for now.&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-793269845275303382?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/793269845275303382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=793269845275303382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/793269845275303382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/793269845275303382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/content-checked.html' title='Contentment - checked?'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-232725719288175750</id><published>2009-09-23T13:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:49:30.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went for a course speaking on basic counselling skills.&lt;br /&gt;It was really interesting (and the instructor likes me, heehee) I picked up a lot of skills that I could even apply in my own life.&lt;br /&gt;Then, during lunch break I spoke to the instructor. She was so understanding about the situation that I told her and she was really positive in her encouragement to me. So genuine and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously after talking to her I felt so much better and enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;I think it really helped me and Beeee.&lt;br /&gt;I may still fear at times but I felt that I was much stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can go through this with Beeee.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, James Tay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-232725719288175750?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/232725719288175750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=232725719288175750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/232725719288175750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/232725719288175750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/stronger.html' title='Stronger'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-5880471307705459370</id><published>2009-09-11T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:00:11.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Now</title><content type='html'>I'll be away for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;See you when I see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-5880471307705459370?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5880471307705459370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=5880471307705459370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/5880471307705459370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/5880471307705459370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-now.html' title='Not Now'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-1893027902150769917</id><published>2009-07-17T08:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:06:39.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Of The Both Genders</title><content type='html'>Beeee's dad sent this to him, and Beeee forwarded it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Totally funny! Makes sense too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography of a Woman&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa, half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe, well developed and open to trade.&lt;br /&gt;Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain, very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece, gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all-conquering past.&lt;br /&gt;Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel; has been through war and doesn't make the same mistakes twice,takes care of business.&lt;br /&gt;Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada, self-preserving but open to meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;.After 70, she becomes Tibet, wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages...only those with an adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge visit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography of a Man&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Between 1 and 70, a man is like Iran, ruled by nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1893027902150769917?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1893027902150769917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1893027902150769917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1893027902150769917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1893027902150769917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/geography-of-both-genders.html' title='Geography Of The Both Genders'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7339566691957329454</id><published>2009-07-16T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:29:43.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of The Norm</title><content type='html'>This morning I went to work in a colbalt blue dress.&lt;br /&gt;I think it ended just above my knees.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe a teeny-weeny bit shorter.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone starts to give me &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, whatever man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;We always say that educators have to build that rapport with your learners, yet when I've really built that rapport with my learners, people have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;In chinese, we say: 人言可畏. Tongues do wag and we have to beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I just can't comprehend why are people so confined to the norm. I don't mean that there's anything wrong about confining to the norm but why can't they, at the same time, accept things out of the norm?&lt;br /&gt;Are the hearts and minds of Man really that narrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7339566691957329454?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7339566691957329454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7339566691957329454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7339566691957329454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7339566691957329454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-of-norm.html' title='Out Of The Norm'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-5898950474435379239</id><published>2009-07-15T08:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:29:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated!</title><content type='html'>My goodness! I can literally see cobwebs spinning around here...&lt;br /&gt;I think I've taken too long a haitus.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to shake this place up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I graduated yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Whee!~&lt;br /&gt;My whole family went to attend my graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to view the photos, go to my facebook profile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too lazy to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go do my work now, update later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-5898950474435379239?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5898950474435379239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=5898950474435379239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/5898950474435379239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/5898950474435379239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/graduated.html' title='Graduated!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8185680505922685586</id><published>2009-06-23T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:26:56.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis. No?</title><content type='html'>I hardly set a question as my post title, but today I did.&lt;br /&gt;The reason being I am in a stage where I am feeling a little lost and I am searching for answers.&lt;br /&gt;Honeymoon period is over, here comes the crisis.&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;I know I may be a very over-curious and think-too-much girl.&lt;br /&gt;But, that is me.&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot, and when I am serious about something, I think even more.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've come to a state where I don't know what is what.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know whether you mean what you say, sometimes I cannot really figure you out.&lt;br /&gt;You can read me so easily yet I cannot do the same to you, I felt weak and I start to fear.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself to be logical, to be calm and not overly sensitive, yet at times, emotions took hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;I am still searching and I am really trying, to be the girlfriend, the right one.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if sometimes what I say caused pressure, 'cause that's not the way I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Did I do the wrong thing by publishing this post?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8185680505922685586?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8185680505922685586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=8185680505922685586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8185680505922685586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8185680505922685586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/crisis-no.html' title='Crisis. No?'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-9012210570771362205</id><published>2009-05-31T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:21:44.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lurrrve......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SiKfUFqDVxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/x1VU0KCM3cU/s1600-h/P1010325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342007275479586578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SiKfUFqDVxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/x1VU0KCM3cU/s400/P1010325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is starting work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Honey, jiayou kays! Baby loves you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's right about something: I'm so in lurrrvvee......&lt;br /&gt;*giggles and kisses* muacks, honey dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-9012210570771362205?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9012210570771362205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=9012210570771362205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/9012210570771362205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/9012210570771362205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/lurrrve.html' title='Lurrrve......'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SiKfUFqDVxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/x1VU0KCM3cU/s72-c/P1010325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-3331645568181162957</id><published>2009-05-28T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:39:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>Blah blah blah blah blah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rant alright.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay in awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-3331645568181162957?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3331645568181162957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=3331645568181162957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3331645568181162957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3331645568181162957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8555775039000711506</id><published>2009-05-04T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:36:49.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examinations' Stress</title><content type='html'>This week is my last week of practicum.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was telling me to enjoy my last week, since it's the final lap of the race.&lt;br /&gt;But I am just purely running this final lap of practicum.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty tiring especially when I have to worry whether there's enough time for me to mark and go through all corrections, whether I can finish teaching all syllabus that are supposed to be covered, whether their files are in perfect condition.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I have to make sure they are prepared for their oral exams tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I think all teachers are uber busy at this point of time, when there's examinations and we gotta do all the preparations. To top it off, we have the influenza A exercise going on in schools. Arrgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll miss my kids, like really really really miss them.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8555775039000711506?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8555775039000711506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=8555775039000711506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8555775039000711506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8555775039000711506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/examinations-stress.html' title='Examinations&apos; Stress'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-910833932618548277</id><published>2009-04-27T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:11:42.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You Love Me</title><content type='html'>I am so blissfully in love.&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend for who he is.&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, he loves me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Love you, darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-910833932618548277?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/910833932618548277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=910833932618548277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/910833932618548277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/910833932618548277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-you-love-me.html' title='Love You Love Me'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-5608344165015615363</id><published>2009-04-27T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:44:08.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Well Spent</title><content type='html'>Weekend was well spent albeit some tension among best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that Lou and I cleared the air, but I truly hope that he knows that I am here, as long as he just say the word, I'll just stay to listen to him rant and rave at me. My shoulders are always available for you to lean on, dude, just like how you've always lent me your shoulders and your listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was well spent with excellent musicals and lovely company.&lt;br /&gt;After cell meeting on friday, I surprised my honey by going over to his workplace at the bar with my cell group members. Think my honey couldn't handle THAT kinda surprise huh? Hahaha! But honey was sweet enough to attend to us. Thank you darling, muacks! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I caught If There's Seasons on saturday with Nic, I liked some of the actors, like Joanna Dong and Jeffrey Low, their vocals are superb man. As for George Chan, his acting improved, much better than the previous version of the musical in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, honey and I went for Cats at the Esplanade. Whoo!~ Cats is totally, absolutely cool! I love their dance! So detailed, every movement tells a story. Of course, their vocals are solid! Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;Before we watch Cats, we went to Bugis with Timothy and we went to find honey's daddy. His daddy is such an interesting person, I could just sit there and listen to him talk, if its not for his only-one-hour lunch break. He is totally funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the whole day was fun and lovely cos I have honey with me.&lt;br /&gt;Love you dear! Muacks! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-5608344165015615363?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5608344165015615363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=5608344165015615363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/5608344165015615363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/5608344165015615363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-well-spent.html' title='Weekend Well Spent'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8031552886072050076</id><published>2009-04-24T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:01:55.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>I had my last observation this morning.&lt;br /&gt;My CT and Boss Number 2 came in to observe.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was fully prepared, seems like I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I overlooked a lot of details.&lt;br /&gt;To add on to the situation, Boss Number 2 is a person who looks into details.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I did very well during lesson, however, after the observation, I got news from my CT that Boss Number 2 wasn't too happy with my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I was not detailed enough, felt so demoralised.&lt;br /&gt;My CT told me all these flaws in my lesson, I felt like a really lousy teacher.&lt;br /&gt;But she ended encouraging me, saying that no one is born a teacher, we all learn through experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I was truly touched.&lt;br /&gt;People always thought that I am strong enough to bear all criticism and that I am full of confidence, no doubt that I am confident but at times when I hold high expectations yet did not hit them, I will crumble within.&lt;br /&gt;The encouragement from my CT was a crutch to the crippled, it helped me recover from the "lousy teacher" thoughts and accept the fact that I do need to learn and figure out a way of teaching that really helps my students.&lt;br /&gt;Like I always say, it's lives we dealing, it's futures we're moulding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8031552886072050076?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-110085397921168161</id><published>2009-04-22T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:00:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Thing</title><content type='html'>See my new blogskin?&lt;br /&gt;I totally love it!&lt;br /&gt;My dear brother Art designed for me, so sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I sort of demanded it from him lah.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I really love it very much.&lt;br /&gt;Art, thanks a gazillionz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be having my 7th observation by my CT tomorrow and my last observation on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;My Number 2 boss will be coming in to observe me too.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I have to hurry to finish my lesson plan for Friday as she wants to view it tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-110085397921168161?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110085397921168161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=110085397921168161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/110085397921168161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/110085397921168161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-thing.html' title='A New Thing'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-1804008533361500159</id><published>2009-04-21T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:43:08.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Screwed</title><content type='html'>I just finished my 6th observation by my CT.&lt;br /&gt;Things were so screwed up, all because of my stupid thumb drive that died on me last minute.&lt;br /&gt;The whole flow of the lesson was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the greatest indignity slapped right in my face, 'cause the night before I prepared so well for the lesson and I was so filled with confidence that I could not wait for lesson to begin this morning.&lt;br /&gt;And then, SMACK!&lt;br /&gt;My thumb drive decided to go against me. Everything I prepared could not work.&lt;br /&gt;How nice.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever! Everything's over, I cannot be bothered by it, I've got to move on to prepare for my lesson observation on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;If I cannot use my thumb drive in school computers, I'll bring my uber heavy laptop to school.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do everything to get my work done, till I am satisfied with it.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1804008533361500159?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1804008533361500159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1804008533361500159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1804008533361500159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1804008533361500159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-screwed.html' title='So Screwed'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4008072214990769161</id><published>2009-04-13T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:17:23.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being In Love</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a totally lovely day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Honey and I went out for a picnic at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went for a movie: The Sniper.&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of the movie I was sleeping. Too tired to watch lah.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I guess honey was a little embarrassed when he texted his friend what he meant to text me.&lt;br /&gt;Guess his friends teased him big time.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my close mates should all by now know about honey and me.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad all of you are happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Though I am together with someone now, I still belong to everyone ok.&lt;br /&gt;So don't be upset people!&lt;br /&gt;I am still `Dee*, lEi, Manda baby etc etc etc... okie???&lt;br /&gt;Love you people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4008072214990769161?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4008072214990769161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4008072214990769161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4008072214990769161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4008072214990769161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-in-love.html' title='Being In Love'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-2857190461804985419</id><published>2009-04-07T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:27:50.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sho' Shweeeeet Lah!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SdtTYGw-PgI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fJ9aT4bBW84/s1600-h/Photo1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SdtTYGw-PgI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fJ9aT4bBW84/s320/Photo1090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321939058266357250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! I found this on my table early in the morning, when I reached school.&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited, wondering who is that nice soul that bought it for me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was my angel, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it was Samantha, the colleague that I am going to travel with.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;She was sho' shweeeeet lah.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad seeing her so busy with lessons and vetting of exam papers, was hoping I could help her with something, yet she was still so thoughtful to buy me something nice.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha, Jiayou kays! ^,^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-2857190461804985419?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2857190461804985419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=2857190461804985419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2857190461804985419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2857190461804985419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sho-shweeeeet-lah.html' title='Sho&apos; Shweeeeet Lah!!!!!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SdtTYGw-PgI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fJ9aT4bBW84/s72-c/Photo1090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-881575369424177951</id><published>2009-04-06T13:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:57:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sho' Shweeeeet!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I received 2 pieces of chocolate and a very sweet note from my angel this morning.&lt;br /&gt;My angel left it on my table when I am away in class.&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;I took a pic of the note and the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See...Sho' shweeet right...?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SdoX70-kRyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/wAplJuM23kQ/s1600-h/Photo1089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SdoX70-kRyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/wAplJuM23kQ/s320/Photo1089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321592226292451106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heehee, it really brightened up my day!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a gazillionz, my angel!&lt;br /&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/8438475-881575369424177951?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/881575369424177951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=881575369424177951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/881575369424177951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/881575369424177951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sho-sweeeeet.html' title='Sho&apos; Shweeeeet!!!!!!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SdoX70-kRyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/wAplJuM23kQ/s72-c/Photo1089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-423034609003067218</id><published>2009-04-01T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:09:45.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many have commented that I should count my blessings for the fact that I do have a stable job and income in times like this.&lt;br /&gt;I do not deny the fact that yes, I do have a stable job.&lt;br /&gt;But it will not turn into my career.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I do not like teaching, but how do you expect me to be willing in a system that I do not agree with?&lt;br /&gt;I love my students(yes, including the rebels).&lt;br /&gt;I love teaching and talking to them, listening to their conversations full of antics.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the system.&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with the rules.&lt;br /&gt;I hate doing detailed lesson plans.&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with the system of 'no sound means good class'.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we give our students more space? More freedom of speech?&lt;br /&gt;Even though at times when the things that they speak may sound like rubbish to us, teachers, yet in that 'rubbish' we may see their thoughts and character.(if we ever bother to rummage and look into it)&lt;br /&gt;I know I wouldn't stay in this profession for long, but I will do my best as long as I am in it, 'cos it's lives that we're moulding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-423034609003067218?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/423034609003067218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=423034609003067218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/423034609003067218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/423034609003067218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/many-have-commented-that-i-should-count.html' title=''/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4077474534837176982</id><published>2009-03-26T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:37:07.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Tired</title><content type='html'>Today I had my observations by my CTs...&lt;br /&gt;So tiring, it's like a war, you know.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope things turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;I am too exhausted to think about the results.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4077474534837176982?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4077474534837176982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4077474534837176982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4077474534837176982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4077474534837176982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-tired.html' title='Too Tired'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8831269852176285680</id><published>2009-03-24T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:21:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>可爱的狗仔队</title><content type='html'>Oh my 天！&lt;br /&gt;我的学生真是狗仔队噎！&lt;br /&gt;他们尽然能够找到我的博客哦。&lt;br /&gt;天啊！&lt;br /&gt;这样的话，我的私生活怎么办？&lt;br /&gt;哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;真的是服了他们。&lt;br /&gt;你们也太会搜了吧！&lt;br /&gt;哈哈！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8831269852176285680?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6610017397732884262</id><published>2009-03-24T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:17:21.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est La Vie</title><content type='html'>我不想怨，也不想哭。&lt;br /&gt;我只想enjoy everything that comes my way，即使它是很棘手、很不堪、会让我苦恼或拖累我的事情。&lt;br /&gt;生活本来就是这样。&lt;br /&gt;有好有坏，有起有落。&lt;br /&gt;我要享受每一份情感，每一滴喜，每一滴悲。&lt;br /&gt;这是我做人的原则。&lt;br /&gt;庆亮曾经说过：“生活 - 生命要活过，才算。”&lt;br /&gt;I agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;I will live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;I will fulfill my dreams one day.&lt;br /&gt;I will make decisions and not regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事业上，我确实不是在做我深爱的剧场，但是，我会尝试享受现在拥有的。&lt;br /&gt;感情上，我确实有‘桃花’但是，会不会结果又是另一回事儿。可是，我会享受当下的暧昧。&lt;br /&gt;In the musical Rent, Mimi said,"Forget regret."&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how long is life for you to regret?&lt;br /&gt;Live to the fullest, C'est La Vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6610017397732884262?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6610017397732884262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6610017397732884262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6610017397732884262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6610017397732884262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est La Vie'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-457169096851145437</id><published>2009-03-23T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:52:25.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So exhausted!</title><content type='html'>I am so damn exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me from lesson plans and all the preparation of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone ever again tells me that teaching is easy, I'll punch that person's face for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Si-rye-yers-ly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-457169096851145437?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/457169096851145437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=457169096851145437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/457169096851145437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/457169096851145437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-exhausted.html' title='So exhausted!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7906208120210535399</id><published>2009-03-18T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:58:42.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapeutic Cherry Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay people, if you have been following me on Twitter then you will know that I made a cherry cheesecake yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, after work, my dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very therapeutic, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, enough said. Here are some pictures of my famous cherry cheesecake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that famous yet, but once you eat it, it will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314417590887879554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/ScCapFT1k4I/AAAAAAAAArw/8px3XTHEwTk/s320/P1000674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The cheesecake before I add on the cherry topping......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314417599399773522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/ScCaplBOxVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lyOb_LlWiR4/s320/P1000675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me spreading the cherry conserve......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314417602862293378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/ScCapx6woYI/AAAAAAAAAsA/feAfn7Q3giw/s320/P1000678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The final product. I could not help but took one small slice. Hee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7906208120210535399?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7906208120210535399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7906208120210535399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7906208120210535399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7906208120210535399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/therapeutic-cherry-cheesecake.html' title='Therapeutic Cherry Cheesecake'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/ScCapFT1k4I/AAAAAAAAArw/8px3XTHEwTk/s72-c/P1000674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4057351727822242888</id><published>2009-03-09T08:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:53:22.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reappraisal and Research</title><content type='html'>Probably because my theatre lecturer was Ah Liang, and he is quite a strong believer of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Konstantin Stanislavski&lt;/span&gt;; that I, too, fell in love with the concepts of Stanislavski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The revolution thundered in and made its demands on us. There began a period of new explorations, of reappraisal of the old and the search for new ways. ...This link with the past and the eagerness to move to an unknown future, the searching quests of the new theatre - all this helped to keep us from succumbing to the dangerous 'charms' of formalism ... We did not succumb; instead we began our quest for new ways, cautiously but doggedly." - Stanislavski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when I saw this chunk of words.&lt;br /&gt;It was a reminder to me that we need to constantly review the past and come up with something new, having the courage to charge forward into the unknown, knowing that even if it is going to be a great challenge to step out of our comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;I am now in a new cell group (my leader is Tham Tham!!!) because our original group multiplied (praise be to God!), we had to split up in order to multiply more.&lt;br /&gt;When I got the firsthand news that we are going to split, I knew immediately in my heart, I will move to the new group. Probably because I was heavily influenced by Stanislavski? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, we do need the courage, the faith and the perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Let the wisdom of the old guide the buoyancy and vitality of the youth; let the buoyancy and vitality of the youth sustain the wisdom of the old." - Stanislavski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In here it says the wisdom of the old, I personally interprete it as the wisdom from the lessons of the past, and the buoyancy and vitality of the youth, I see it as the life and the vibrance of the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4057351727822242888?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4057351727822242888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4057351727822242888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4057351727822242888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4057351727822242888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/reappraisal-and-research.html' title='Reappraisal and Research'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8098153637575302525</id><published>2009-03-05T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:31:29.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>超正点！</title><content type='html'>今天小六的女学生们告诉我：“有男同学说老师你长得很正呐！”&lt;br /&gt;我：“是吗？谁？”&lt;br /&gt;其中一个女同学：“就是那个XX呀！他那天过来问我们新来的女老师是谁，而且是教华文的。那我们就说是陈老师呀，怎么了？”&lt;br /&gt;另一位女同学：“他就说：‘她长得超正的！’哈哈！”&lt;br /&gt;我：“哦，就这样啊？跟XX说本小姐不搞师生恋哦。哈哈！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的学生超可爱对吧。&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;当然啦。因为有我这样的老师啊！&lt;br /&gt;喂，我是超正的老师噎！&lt;br /&gt;哇哈哈哈！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8098153637575302525?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8098153637575302525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=8098153637575302525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8098153637575302525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8098153637575302525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='超正点！'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-5934850998871400348</id><published>2009-03-01T18:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:48:41.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banned From Local Supermarts?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My friend sent me this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why women should not take men shopping against their will.&lt;br /&gt;After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunately, my wife is like most women - she loved to browse.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local Wal-Mart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Samsel,&lt;br /&gt;Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store.&lt;br /&gt;Our complaints against Mr. Samsel are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;2 . July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away.'&lt;br /&gt;5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&amp;amp;M's on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;6. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.&lt;br /&gt;8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'&lt;br /&gt;9. September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;10. September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.&lt;br /&gt;11. October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.&lt;br /&gt;12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.&lt;br /&gt;13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'&lt;br /&gt;14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!' And last, but not least .&lt;br /&gt;15. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wished I can do some of the stuff as mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How fun......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can you imagine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-5934850998871400348?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5934850998871400348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=5934850998871400348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/5934850998871400348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/5934850998871400348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/banned-from-local-supermarts.html' title='Banned From Local Supermarts?!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8187869575468402089</id><published>2009-02-27T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:14:46.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>Today is Friday, the last of my first working week.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I forced myself to press on.&lt;br /&gt;You know, yesterday before I fell asleep, my mind was filled with this question:&lt;br /&gt;'What should I do for my primary 5 lesson plans?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......&lt;br /&gt;I had a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;It was so bad that I woke up at 04:40am and cried my eyeballs out.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I fell on my bed and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am too exhausted and stressed.&lt;br /&gt;But given my character, I cannot rest without finishing my work.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I finally cannot take it and collapsed in bed, my mind will still be on my work.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is work work work for me.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the workload is really heavy.&lt;br /&gt;However, the only thing that drives me to school is my students.&lt;br /&gt;So, if I ever go on medical leave, that means I am really really truly ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, enough of my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go write my primary 5 lesson plans.&lt;br /&gt;Drats, I should have known that life is never a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8187869575468402089?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8187869575468402089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=8187869575468402089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8187869575468402089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8187869575468402089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4464876033251202669</id><published>2009-02-22T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:18:15.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Winners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SaFQeJT-C1I/AAAAAAAAArY/y6su9pFtMqg/s1600-h/babes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305610314845129554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SaFQeJT-C1I/AAAAAAAAArY/y6su9pFtMqg/s320/babes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is D-day.&lt;br /&gt;The day that marks the start of practicum.&lt;br /&gt;Many of my babes are kinda depressed over it.&lt;br /&gt;But darlings, remember, we must always keep our heads above the water. (quote from jun)&lt;br /&gt;If we survived, we're winners.&lt;br /&gt;My princesses! What are we? We're WINNERS not LOSERS, yeah?!&lt;br /&gt;Love you babes. Come on girls, give Manda baby a BIG BIG hug!!!&lt;br /&gt;Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4464876033251202669?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4464876033251202669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4464876033251202669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4464876033251202669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4464876033251202669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-winners.html' title='We Are Winners'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SaFQeJT-C1I/AAAAAAAAArY/y6su9pFtMqg/s72-c/babes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-2499352129257818664</id><published>2009-02-18T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:47:09.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Of Something New?</title><content type='html'>I think everything should be alright for me by now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still like the memories but not feeling too sad whenever I think of them.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I will be okay soon.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million for the understanding and concern of those who cared, love all of you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching practicum is starting on Monday, 23rd of Feburary.&lt;br /&gt;I need to tweak my mindset a little; to be the ever-optimistic, chirpy and humble student-teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;My life is going to be filled with lesson plans AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I totally have to wreck my brains to think of creative and effective ideas for teaching AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;*roll my delicate eyeballs*&lt;br /&gt;Gaahhh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-2499352129257818664?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2499352129257818664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=2499352129257818664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2499352129257818664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2499352129257818664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/start-of-something-new.html' title='Start Of Something New?'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7935289898774078809</id><published>2009-02-14T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:57:18.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.love.you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SZZkvAn4IsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CryARDXO--o/s1600-h/Holding_on_forever___by_imagination_goes_far.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302536370059223746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SZZkvAn4IsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CryARDXO--o/s320/Holding_on_forever___by_imagination_goes_far.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always dream of a love like this; just a simple walk along the beach with the holding of hands and we will look into each other's eyes and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds simple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet so difficult to attain, aint it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like the lyrics say: "dream-maker, you're a heart-breaker."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man who could have made my dream come true, in the end, was the breaker of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart wasn't too shattered, actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just couldn't get over the fact that top prize just brushed past me like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know there's even better top prizes out there, but till now, he's the top prize that I've met and actually wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O well, just give me time to get over it okay, though I know he will always be remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes. Today is Valentine's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all my lovelies: Enjoy your day of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to him (that is if he ever finds my blog),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to text you a Valentine's Day message but I do not have that courage to send out the text. So, I'll just write here, hoping that one day you'll be able to find out what I wrote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[TSCQR, I guess I really fell for you already. This, I don't even know until now. But, I will get over you. We're friends. :) Enjoy your Valentine's Day!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what, I still hold on to my dream of love. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7935289898774078809?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7935289898774078809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7935289898774078809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7935289898774078809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7935289898774078809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/iloveyou.html' title='i.love.you'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SZZkvAn4IsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CryARDXO--o/s72-c/Holding_on_forever___by_imagination_goes_far.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-3747494252490911611</id><published>2009-02-04T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:12:02.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience Hope Pride</title><content type='html'>身边有贴心的朋友真是幸福，我觉得自己是幸福的。&lt;br /&gt;虽然经历了一些令人感到恶心又荒谬的事情，但是，到最后听到朋友真切的关怀，我心里是万分地感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天心情很差。&lt;br /&gt;简直就是跌入了谷底。&lt;br /&gt;本人和好朋友出去看电影。&lt;br /&gt;电影虽然不是非常的棒。&lt;br /&gt;对我来说，就是一部很普通的影片。&lt;br /&gt;但是，看了就是异常地没feel。&lt;br /&gt;后来，我们三个女人走出电影院，一句话都没说。&lt;br /&gt;但是，我想：我们都知道彼此都藏有心事吧。&lt;br /&gt;三个人走在同一条路，却各有心事的。&lt;br /&gt;眉头深锁的我们，是否能找到属于我们各自的出路呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来，三人一起到咖啡座去的时候，性格直率的我把心里的难过与不快全都道出来。&lt;br /&gt;两位好友一边听、一边笑、然后一边尝试冷静地向我分析一切。&lt;br /&gt;我看着他们两个，不知觉地，也笑了。&lt;br /&gt;虽然，又累又难过，但是，始终是笑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她们啊，&lt;br /&gt;一个感情发展的程度是慢到不行，我叫她Patience。&lt;br /&gt;另一个呢，对爱情非常地期望又充满童景，我叫她Hope。&lt;br /&gt;她们叫我什么？&lt;br /&gt;因为我超爱面子与尊严，所以她们名我为Pride。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience and Hope, 今天真是谢谢你们了。You girls may not know it, but you both really made my day. Pride爱死你们了！&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-3747494252490911611?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3747494252490911611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=3747494252490911611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3747494252490911611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3747494252490911611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/patience-hope-pride.html' title='Patience Hope Pride'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4647630168762805941</id><published>2009-02-01T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:55:11.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An affair to remember</title><content type='html'>So many things happened and I have no idea where to start.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of my friends are going through a rough patch while some of them are stepping out of their comfort zone. Yes, you guessed right. I am talking about relationships or dating, whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;For me, I have got something new.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an embarassing encounter yet so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;For those who knew, you know how he and I got to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you who were there, you girls know exactly what I was thinking and doing at that time, and of course, what he did.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday he and I went out.&lt;br /&gt;I never dated someone like him. He's so different from the guys I've ever dated.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he took a while to open up to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, strangely, we opened up to each other more than what we expect we will.&lt;br /&gt;And I like the good impressions on our first date. I don't know about him, but I do like what I see and how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there is going to be more to this but even if it is for this once, it will still and always be an affair to remember.&lt;br /&gt;At least to me, yes, that will be how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......it was really minute yet incredibly significant......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4647630168762805941?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4647630168762805941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4647630168762805941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4647630168762805941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4647630168762805941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/affair-to-remember.html' title='An affair to remember'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7904595210934605162</id><published>2009-01-30T09:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:53:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATES WILL COME SOON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(I'M JUST NOT IN THE MOOD OF BLOGGING NOW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7904595210934605162?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7904595210934605162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7904595210934605162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7904595210934605162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7904595210934605162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/till-then.html' title='Till Then'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7346919508154226354</id><published>2009-01-20T23:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:00:26.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Freak!</title><content type='html'>This morning Guai Tai bought breakfast for me because I was late and went to school without food. So Guai Tai, with her very sweet kindness, offered to buy me breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;But alas! The warm start of my day was spoiled by a possessive freak who could not stand Guai Tai being good to me.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, jealousy is the greatest curse of women.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so story goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Freak could not stand the closeness between Banana and Guai Tai, so she forbids Banana and Guai Tai to be in close physical proximity. So, Freak came up with some lame excuse to split Banana and Guai Tai.&lt;br /&gt;Oh for goodness! Everyone saw the jealousy that shoots out like darts from her eyes as she ordered me to move from Guai Tai.&lt;br /&gt;What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;In order not to spoil my image in front of my lecturer, I swallowed my fury and proceed to another seat.&lt;br /&gt;Hah! That was the last straw that broke my back.&lt;br /&gt;From now on, apart from academic purposes, whenever Freak's around, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;So, friends around and those who know, please take note of this new condition of mine. And please don't blame me for being bitchy 'cause I'm fucking pissed by her possessiveness of Guai Tai, and her "jealousy cum insecurity cum inferiority" problem.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And not forgetting to mention, her psychopath mindset of running others down to make herself feel superior really makes me wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;So yups, WOW! I feel so much better now, finally saying out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;You know, hiding the truth will suffocate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7346919508154226354?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7346919508154226354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7346919508154226354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7346919508154226354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7346919508154226354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-freak.html' title='What a Freak!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-2654217417900016138</id><published>2009-01-15T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:20:16.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a long haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banana accompanied Guai Tai to cut her hair yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe it? We sat in the salon for 6 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, Banana did something useful too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, getting her fringe cut and taking photos of Guai Tai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the photos do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guai Tai, before having her haircut. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291353023032706178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SW6piicNxII/AAAAAAAAArE/O5O_LPhb7vA/s320/P1000195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Banana before cutting fringe, Guai Tai having haircut.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291351888461096546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SW6ogf1Q5mI/AAAAAAAAAqs/s5ouiGRqd-I/s320/P1000209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Guai Tai with her Cleopatra hairstyle and Banana with her messy-sultry hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291351891953591954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SW6ogs18JpI/AAAAAAAAAq0/88UJbRu804Q/s320/P1000216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Banana and Guai Tai, total NARCISSISM!!! &lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291351893450492306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SW6ogya1CZI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hmZEqu1yNUk/s320/P1000218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Yesterday was fun, we should go out more! &lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-2654217417900016138?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2654217417900016138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=2654217417900016138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2654217417900016138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2654217417900016138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-long-haircut.html' title='It&apos;s a long haircut'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SW6piicNxII/AAAAAAAAArE/O5O_LPhb7vA/s72-c/P1000195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-3022553154881740637</id><published>2009-01-05T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:13:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yups, today is the first day of school for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had fun dressing up! A little funky-prep style is cute! &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh......forgot to mentioned that Jurong Point expanded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's uber huge now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many shops and restaurants......if I am broke, you know the reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha! Of course, what would first day be without some cam-whoring?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287827038111857538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SWIirNBc-4I/AAAAAAAAAqE/LEGBammyjoc/s320/P1000015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287827047334870018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SWIirvYY_AI/AAAAAAAAAqM/mtZnv_IlWYc/s320/P1000020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, not to forget, on the first day of year 2009, I baked some chocopots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocopot is a cross between brownie and pudding, tough on the outside but a softie inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family and friends LOVED them, especially with a scoop of smooth and freezing ice-cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha! Here's some pictures of chocopots! &lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287827050550495650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SWIir7XDiaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6g5bZ3acCJQ/s320/P1000003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287827059695380466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SWIisdbXZ_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/8rDBHM5FMjA/s320/P1000012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hmmm......would like to type more but I gotta go sleep now. Tomorrow I have morning class. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tatas!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-3022553154881740637?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3022553154881740637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=3022553154881740637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3022553154881740637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3022553154881740637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SWIirNBc-4I/AAAAAAAAAqE/LEGBammyjoc/s72-c/P1000015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6814495207997848000</id><published>2008-12-23T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:55:43.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for Lovelies</title><content type='html'>Finally!&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Last few weeks were totally busy with musical rehearsals and performance.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming in 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;and I have not buy any christmas cards or gifts.&lt;br /&gt;I think this christmas will be less gifts and cards, more of food...&lt;br /&gt;By the way, tomorrow night, oikos will be having christmas countdown by the river, beside the indoor stadium.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bringing self-baked apple crumble and a simple salad.&lt;br /&gt;I had a trial-run on the apple crumble yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was great, except that I should less the lemon juice.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......I feel great cooking for my loved ones and when they enjoy the food, I feel loved too.&lt;br /&gt;Heh......tomorrow after I baked the apple crumble, I'll take a picture and post it.&lt;br /&gt;You guys can see how it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6814495207997848000?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6814495207997848000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6814495207997848000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6814495207997848000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6814495207997848000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-for-lovelies.html' title='Love for Lovelies'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7896258598612749580</id><published>2008-11-11T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:16:50.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I ended all my examinations yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Whee!~ *spinning round and round*&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I finally managed to have 8 to 10 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, it was always 4 hours of sleep everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in my hostel, waiting for Rianne to come.&lt;br /&gt;She's uber sweet lah, she's bringing lunch for me!&lt;br /&gt;I guess once Rianne come, we'll eat and discuss where to go while we wait for Faith to come and join us.&lt;br /&gt;Leen is so farniez lah, she was the one who suggested on singing Kbox today, but in the end she went to JB with her mom. So cute lah this girl. Blur blur one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I last met Dearie, Lou and Nic.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how are the three of them, miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday I am going on a date!!!&lt;br /&gt;*giggles* Think I am going ditzy......guess it's because I haven't gone on a date for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Examinations are over! FREEDOM!!! Woots!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7896258598612749580?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7896258598612749580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7896258598612749580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7896258598612749580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7896258598612749580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/over.html' title='Over!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4312446881983204885</id><published>2008-11-04T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:35:08.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ExaminationStress</title><content type='html'>I am now in Starbucks at Woodlands, with miss-rianne and leen.&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing my thesis on self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it is interesting BUT it is uber tiring to be researching on the dead theologians and their great works.&lt;br /&gt;With no eye-candies here for me to ogle just made it even more unbearable for me.&lt;br /&gt;This week and next week will be kinda busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of people are pinning high hopes on me, so preparations for examinations are driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;So, forgive me if I snap at anyone that irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my babes: I will update the photos when I have the time to even catch my breath. So bear with me for awhile ya. Sorry babes. Love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now off to my toil.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, Muggertoad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4312446881983204885?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4312446881983204885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4312446881983204885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4312446881983204885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4312446881983204885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/examinationstress.html' title='ExaminationStress'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-3848879178953550760</id><published>2008-10-22T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:26:59.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Loves</title><content type='html'>I am glad that this week is ending soon.&lt;br /&gt;After this week, I'll be left with one thesis and three examinations.&lt;br /&gt;I will be loading off my burdens......soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Not physically. This is mental.&lt;br /&gt;I think the hyped-up, tense feeling is going to stick with me till the end of semester.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that friday is coming.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I am going for breakfast with Faith.&lt;br /&gt;It's our heart to heart chat time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that saturday is coming.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I am meeting Lou and Nic.&lt;br /&gt;S'been a long time since I last meet my loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend should be here ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-3848879178953550760?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3848879178953550760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=3848879178953550760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3848879178953550760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3848879178953550760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-loves.html' title='My Loves'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7245157117654683462</id><published>2008-10-22T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:42:50.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulse Kills......Or Not......?</title><content type='html'>This week is packed with presentations and essays to hand in.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hoped that these assignments will just catch fire on their own and burn themselves away.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, sometimes, I wished that there will be more piling on me, so that I would not spend my free time thinking of the unhappy stuff and what my close friends are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think too much" that's what Dearie always says to me.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what she said was half right.&lt;br /&gt;I do think a lot, but that was always after I did something impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;Those who knew what I did, just know that I still cannot figure out why I did that.&lt;br /&gt;It was totally on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably what Faith said was right.&lt;br /&gt;After so many things that happened, we do need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;And Faith, if both of you still love each other when he comes back from overseas, then why not give him another chance? Let this overseas trip be a time if testing and acceptance for both you and him.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that no matter what happens, you still have your friends here.&lt;br /&gt;Here to support, here to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7245157117654683462?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7245157117654683462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7245157117654683462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7245157117654683462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7245157117654683462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/impulse-killsor-not.html' title='Impulse Kills......Or Not......?'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6527908862157167095</id><published>2008-10-15T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:05:23.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so sick and tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;To be exact, I detest school.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I like attending lessons and learning new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But I really hate assignments.&lt;br /&gt;They are getting on my nerves!!!&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I went for dinner with my roomie Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;See, that's her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257410772390399474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SPYTPhakTfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Of8yX7M7Sz4/s320/Photo0162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had spicy hotpot at Hall 2 canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad, but the stock taste weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257411382812552546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SPYTzDajLWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VemihVS0ulY/s320/Photo0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, hall 2 canteen is a million times better than hall 9 canteen. I shall go to hall 2 canteen often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta go complete my project, update again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6527908862157167095?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6527908862157167095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6527908862157167095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6527908862157167095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6527908862157167095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-sick-and-tired-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SPYTPhakTfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Of8yX7M7Sz4/s72-c/Photo0162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-70543447393479045</id><published>2008-10-13T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:39:32.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so freaking sianz......&lt;br /&gt;So much assignments to finish but I just don't seem to have the enthusiasm to complete them.&lt;br /&gt;Especially group assignments, I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical rehearsals are fun but they totally drained me out.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so exhausted with rehearsals before. I guess it's my challenging role that's getting on me.&lt;br /&gt;This time the role that I got is a huge challenge to me but I like it, 'cause challenge means fun and that great sense of acheivement I feel when I get into the character and do it well.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for weekends to come, 'cause it's rehearsal time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update if I've got more to say.&lt;br /&gt;For now, off to the shower I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-70543447393479045?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/70543447393479045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=70543447393479045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/70543447393479045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/70543447393479045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-freaking-sianz.html' title=''/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7246286592647541384</id><published>2008-10-06T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:10:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SOrE4RoCfBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ZDFRqPaHkd8/s1600-h/BIG+STAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254228386364161042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SOrE4RoCfBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ZDFRqPaHkd8/s320/BIG+STAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to catch a movie just now.&lt;br /&gt;It was "BIG STAN". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone needs a good laugh, this movie is great manz!&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing the whole time during the show, people in the cinema laughed together.&lt;br /&gt;The show is truly funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Schneider did an excellent job this time.&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up for Scneider! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rate BIG STAN: 4 popcorns outta 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7246286592647541384?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7246286592647541384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7246286592647541384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7246286592647541384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7246286592647541384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-night-alone.html' title='Movie Night Alone'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SOrE4RoCfBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ZDFRqPaHkd8/s72-c/BIG+STAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8454083947642222210</id><published>2008-10-06T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:13:06.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed</title><content type='html'>I changed my spectacles and my mobile phone!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253934738995458946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SOm5zv7os4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/P7m2oHDXKx8/s320/Photo0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look like nerd, right? But come on, I'm cute! Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, I've changed my mobile phone to Samsung F480.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update you guys next time, I want to sleep now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8454083947642222210?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8454083947642222210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=8454083947642222210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8454083947642222210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8454083947642222210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/changed.html' title='Changed'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SOm5zv7os4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/P7m2oHDXKx8/s72-c/Photo0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-3582977463080572771</id><published>2008-09-28T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:06:40.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urrggh!!! School Again.</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of my recess week.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dread going back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I have a test and I have not really studied for it.&lt;br /&gt;I sense a wave of work crashing me soon, with four projects on hand and a musical to rehearse, my life is going to be so over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rehearsals are what I love most.&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot deny the joy that acting gives me.&lt;br /&gt;I had looked forward to the audition in church this afternoon, and now I am anticipating the upcoming rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-3582977463080572771?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3582977463080572771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=3582977463080572771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3582977463080572771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3582977463080572771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/urrggh-school-again.html' title='Urrggh!!! School Again.'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-415643379244162469</id><published>2008-09-27T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:45:56.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuated Illusion</title><content type='html'>I always thought he was haughty and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, as I got to know him more, he does not seem as bad as I thought him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when he talks serious stuff with me, I also like it when he laughs with me.&lt;br /&gt;I like it too, when he asks and shares my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;I still like it best, when he looks at me and simply smile, and time just freezes between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether this is illusion.&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes life is illusion, and when we wake up from it, we'll be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;However, even if it is an illusion, I love this illusion.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it will only last for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am infatuated with him.&lt;br /&gt;Urggh!!! Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-415643379244162469?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/415643379244162469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=415643379244162469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/415643379244162469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/415643379244162469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/infatuated-illusion.html' title='Infatuated Illusion'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6535311866596012399</id><published>2008-09-17T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:08:37.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>presentation in class</title><content type='html'>okay, now i'm presenting in class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6535311866596012399?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6535311866596012399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6535311866596012399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6535311866596012399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6535311866596012399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/presentation-in-class.html' title='presentation in class'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-3881576594688756644</id><published>2008-09-17T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:51:43.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G.G. Season2</title><content type='html'>Watch Gossip Girl Season2Episode3 at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XNDMwODczODQ=.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-3881576594688756644?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3881576594688756644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=3881576594688756644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3881576594688756644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3881576594688756644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/gg-season2.html' title='G.G. Season2'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-3983564719046158781</id><published>2008-09-16T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:28:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Gone, They're Here</title><content type='html'>They are all gone.&lt;br /&gt;Art is in Taiwan. Lou and Nic are in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;However, when they called, I am really glad.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to hear that they are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to hear them ask about me.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to hear them ask about each other.&lt;br /&gt;And, simply glad to just hear their voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday and Sunday, I had a great time with Dearie.&lt;br /&gt;We went out to eat, retail therapy, play pool and meet up with Roy and Nicky.&lt;br /&gt;It was totally fun!&lt;br /&gt;Then, Dearie stayed over at my house!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like, FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chatted till late and slept like logs. Hahaha!!! (&gt;.&lt;)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be busy, next week is recess week.&lt;br /&gt;Unleashed the wild child in me yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-3983564719046158781?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3983564719046158781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=3983564719046158781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3983564719046158781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3983564719046158781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/theyre-gone-theyre-here.html' title='They&apos;re Gone, They&apos;re Here'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6813228881764371413</id><published>2008-09-02T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:30:24.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline!</title><content type='html'>Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my eLearning.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Still got to do some research on Vygotsky and Dyslexia.&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I was so frustrated while doing my ICT eLearning that I changed into my jogging attire and went jogging round the campus. After that, I did sit-ups and toning exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I vented out all my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this morning I ate a sandwich and cheese fries for brunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a rice burger in the evening!!!&lt;br /&gt;So much carbs and fats!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;I should have sticked to my slimming programme. Shite.&lt;br /&gt;Discipline!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6813228881764371413?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6813228881764371413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6813228881764371413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6813228881764371413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6813228881764371413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/gawd.html' title='Discipline!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-203771966878713426</id><published>2008-09-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:15:30.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Nutrageously Fat!</title><content type='html'>Actually, I should not be here at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;I ought to be doing my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;But, just feel like getting up here and rant some.&lt;br /&gt;There are so much to do yet so little time.&lt;br /&gt;I just ate 1/3 of my Reeses Nutrageous Bar to make myself feel happier but I feel so sinful now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. On a diet to slim down, so going to do sit-ups and toning muscles exercise later.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of jogging tomorrow......should I? Hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will go jogging then go to library for some research.&lt;br /&gt;Good, will do that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go back to my assignments now.&lt;br /&gt;And hope that I slim down soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-203771966878713426?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/203771966878713426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=203771966878713426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/203771966878713426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/203771966878713426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-nutrageously-fat.html' title='I&apos;m Nutrageously Fat!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4222306786322439051</id><published>2008-08-28T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:32:58.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle Little Star</title><content type='html'>-Laughs out loud-&lt;br /&gt;I've got a friend, he's a second year student.&lt;br /&gt;He can't remember my name so he calls me "twinkle twinkle little star" cos I always wear my starry jacket.&lt;br /&gt;He finds me cute!&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? Amanda Tan is cute!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I never expect guys to find me cute cos I'm never those cute porcelain dolls kinda girl, you see.&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you boy, for finding me cute.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's a revelation to me, and it made my day.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4222306786322439051?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4222306786322439051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4222306786322439051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4222306786322439051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4222306786322439051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6055386521976209999</id><published>2008-08-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:21:33.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making A Difference</title><content type='html'>I went for tutoring this evening at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause my student is having her mock exam on wednesday, so she wants extra tutoring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My student super cute, she passed me a box and she said,"Don't tell my mother I gave you kay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I nodded my head, then I asked her,"What's this ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She grinned and replied,"Your teacher's day present."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it was a simple chocolate and bookmark, together with a self-made card, but I really love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the gift that made me happy, it was the fact that she made the effort to get me a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE the card she made!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238102973548919090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SLF65ttM-TI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ZQTP0UhVR1o/s320/teachers+day+card_amelia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She wrote "Ms Chen", hahaha, 'cause normally she calls me 陈老师.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238103210034157442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SLF7HerrV4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/AvUfhB1DWco/s320/teachers+day+card_amelia_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the content of the card, so sweet of her right......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238103683934765250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SLF7jEGYwMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dwEdBRM-7Io/s320/teachers+day+card_amelia_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is what propels me in teaching, the sense of achievement that I get from students and knowing for a fact that I did impact their lives and made a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6055386521976209999?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6055386521976209999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6055386521976209999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6055386521976209999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6055386521976209999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/making-difference.html' title='Making A Difference'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SLF65ttM-TI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ZQTP0UhVR1o/s72-c/teachers+day+card_amelia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8097040773691281722</id><published>2008-08-23T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:02:12.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我亲爱的</title><content type='html'>最近真的很忙，几乎连睡觉的时间都不足。&lt;br /&gt;突然，发现和家人朋友相处的时间越来越少。&lt;br /&gt;似乎，有很多东西要完成，但是，时间好像不够。&lt;br /&gt;虽然，我很想念家人和朋友，但是我也很喜欢这样忙碌的生活。&lt;br /&gt;它让我感到生命没有白活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们知道吗，我有两个学生，一个小学五年级（11岁）、另一个小学一年级（7岁）。&lt;br /&gt;七岁的学生；我下个星期六才开始教他。其实，他母亲开的价钱并不是很高，而且住处又难找，但是，我决定教他的理由是因为他的家庭背景很有趣。他的爸爸是洋人，妈妈是马来人（但是英语讲得比母语好很多！），有趣的是双亲坚持要孩子们学华语。他的母亲还说如果能够的话，要一家人一起学华语。我想：新加坡已经开始有很多外族学生选择修华文了，以后我一定会遇到更多这类的学生，干脆就早一点开始累积经验吧！&lt;br /&gt;十一岁的学生：她是个很文静的女生，很喜欢宠物。她的家庭几乎不讲华语，都讲英语。在学校，她也很少有机会讲华语，因为朋友之间都是以英语沟通。但是，她却喜欢上我的华文补习课。因为，我让她看到“不会就要学”的道理。我一直相信：不会并不羞耻，只要我们肯学，没有什么是不可能的。她告诉我；我不像她学校的华文老师，我不会让她觉得自己很差经。我回家反思过，我想；可能对我来说，学生就是我的朋友，而朋友之间就是应该互相鼓励，互相学习吧，所以，制造了一个很舒服的学习环境。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来以为，教书会令我感到厌烦。但是，开始教书过后，我发现我真的很爱年轻人和小朋友们。似乎，和他们沟通时，我们都达到一种共鸣，一种相互的了解。喜欢听到他们叫我“老师”，喜欢看到他们因为我简单的鼓励而感动，喜欢看到他们因为我“特别”的想法而觉得诧异的表情，喜欢听他们古怪又新颖的想法，喜欢看到他们在我的教导下敞开心房而改变，喜欢他们的一切一切。或许，教书并不是那么的可怕。我打算在五年后，要不去修个“special needs education”的文凭，要不就像阿亮那样，当个戏剧老师。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，本人还有很多要说的，但是一时想不起。&lt;br /&gt;所以，各位就等到我想起时再说吧！&lt;br /&gt;各位，告辞了！&lt;br /&gt;哈哈！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8097040773691281722?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8097040773691281722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=8097040773691281722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8097040773691281722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8097040773691281722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_23.html' title='我亲爱的'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6531372689703471774</id><published>2008-08-20T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:25:36.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest? Stress?</title><content type='html'>My puking returns!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I was just going to and fro the toilet, just to puke.&lt;br /&gt;My roomie was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Totally puked my dinner out.&lt;br /&gt;After I puked, I was feeling uber dizzy and I staggered back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I woke up, the dizziness did not go away and I still had the feeling to puke, so I decided to go to the school's clinic.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor diagnosed a lack of rest and too much stress, she gave me two days MC.&lt;br /&gt;She said to just go back and sleep. That is the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;The problem sets in.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have three classes and one project meeting.&lt;br /&gt;0830-1030: DLK101&lt;br /&gt;1030-1230: DCC204&lt;br /&gt;1230-1330: Project meeting&lt;br /&gt;1330-1530: DED 103&lt;br /&gt;After these, I'll be able to rest.&lt;br /&gt;So, rest gotta wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;This morning Junn came over and crashed my hall.&lt;br /&gt;I found it quite a fun thing, I mean, good friends just sitting around and chat.&lt;br /&gt;If Binx was here, it would be even more fun.&lt;br /&gt;We just chat about everything, how we feel and our thoughts, about school and about friends.&lt;br /&gt;I found that I could tell her about "serious" stuff, meaning I could tell her stuff that I hoped and knew I could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;In polytechnic, we don't normally get to be able to find friends whom we can really talk to.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad I found them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6531372689703471774?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6531372689703471774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6531372689703471774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6531372689703471774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6531372689703471774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-puking-returns-yesterday-night-i-was.html' title='Rest? Stress?'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-3369923502551389518</id><published>2008-08-19T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:20:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazzy Fuzzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week will be a real busy week for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Projects and assignments have started, and you guys know, when it comes to work, I'm super gan-cheong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing I had my fair share of fun the previous week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On saturday, I went to Jazz @ Southbridge with my gang of friends and my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of them is my sister, the other is my male bestie. What more could I ask for?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236045566148641810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SKors14MhBI/AAAAAAAAAco/-sGBlVnadjM/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From lovers to best friends, I'm amazed with us.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236046108638205634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SKosMazyVsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0Dhtg5ZOLC8/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She knows EVERYTHING about me. Totally.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236046305795257234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SKosX5RsM5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/-sBrUdGvBPA/s320/Sistaz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls. You know, it's Girl Power!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236046574455068578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SKosniHLl6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/PSdAfOqHzcg/s320/Three.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had sucha great time at Jazz, totally love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-3369923502551389518?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3369923502551389518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=3369923502551389518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3369923502551389518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3369923502551389518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/jazzy-fuzzy.html' title='Jazzy Fuzzy'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/SKors14MhBI/AAAAAAAAAco/-sGBlVnadjM/s72-c/Image041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-1244212734749115717</id><published>2008-08-14T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:02:53.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Hall</title><content type='html'>I just return from my hall freshmen dinner.&lt;br /&gt;A bit boring ah.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's me, maybe it's me getting more and more reserved towards people.&lt;br /&gt;But I seriously mean no harm, I just have not much common topics to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to keep my mouth shut lor.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon around 4pm, I went up to the 5th floor of my hostel and did my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to wash my clothes using the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;So cool, right? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, quite easy to do my laundry, quite fun also.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;But I stood there for quite a while to figure out how to operate the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily no one was there.&lt;br /&gt;If not, it'll be so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm ranting. Gotta stop.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1244212734749115717?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1244212734749115717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1244212734749115717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1244212734749115717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1244212734749115717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-about-hall.html' title='All about Hall'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4942001792791875389</id><published>2008-08-14T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:58:33.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being tagged!</title><content type='html'>1. What is your dream ambition?&lt;br /&gt;`to be a famous actress.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;`to have a rich boyfriend who treats me like a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;`a small wedding ceremony at my church followed by a buffet with my family and close friends. simple and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the city of your dreams and why?&lt;br /&gt;`here in singapore. cos my loved ones are here.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you an introvert or extrovert?&lt;br /&gt;`both, i guess. i'm a split.&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;`i think both are good but loving someone is more blessed. cos when one is really loving, he/she have no place for hatred.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you trust easily?&lt;br /&gt;`not really. but i do hope a lot.&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;`i'll make him fall for me, then ditch him. the ditching part is a bad habit of mine lah, still trying to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;`nope. none, actually.&lt;br /&gt;10. What does your name mean?&lt;br /&gt;`Amanda means: worthy of love. 韵 means: music, 蕾 means: flower bud.&lt;br /&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;`alright lah. i get to do this set of question.&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you see yourself?&lt;br /&gt;`bubbly, optimistic, sometimes i could be sensitive but sometimes i'm really indifferent, i'm not very tidy and i'm kinda lazy.&lt;br /&gt;13. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;`my family and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;`you mean Marianne? she's my dearie. great sister of mine. we know each other too well, practically everything of each other. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;`single and rich. cos i get to buy loads of wonderful stuff for my loved ones and go travelling with them. i can give to help the needy.&lt;br /&gt;16. How many children do you want to have, if any?&lt;br /&gt;`2. preferably a boy and a girl. balance of life, people!&lt;br /&gt;17.What’s better, to give or to receive?&lt;br /&gt;`i think both are good. but if to choose, i'll choose to give. when you give, esp with a cheerful heart, you'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;18. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;`none. cos it's too troublesome to choose.&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;`yes. if i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you waiting for right now?&lt;br /&gt;`my next pay. Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4942001792791875389?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4942001792791875389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4942001792791875389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4942001792791875389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4942001792791875389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-tagged.html' title='Being tagged!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7492201330685236991</id><published>2008-08-13T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:29:05.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fickle-tickle</title><content type='html'>I finished my essay this morning at 1.&lt;br /&gt;And I was dead beat, i just fell on my bed and knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;It was no wonder I appeared shagged during classes today, totally have no mood to pay attention to the lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get another boyfriend again.&lt;br /&gt;My teachers, my friends and my family were wondering whether Amanda Tan will ever fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;My answer could only be: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I seriously have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to share my life with another person called "boyfriend".&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I'm not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I care too much for myself that I do not want to step into it again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, manz.&lt;br /&gt;I want but at the same time, I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;I am fickle, we all know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7492201330685236991?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7492201330685236991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7492201330685236991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7492201330685236991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7492201330685236991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/fickle-tickle.html' title='fickle-tickle'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7574439094478587042</id><published>2008-08-12T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:17:37.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>正勤劳着</title><content type='html'>我正在写一篇1500字的文章，谈论新加坡小学生学习华文的情况。&lt;br /&gt;OH MY 天！&lt;br /&gt;其实，1500字并不是很多啦，但是，就是懒惰去写嘛。&lt;br /&gt;真是的！&lt;br /&gt;我只希望快点写完，我才能好好地睡觉啊！&lt;br /&gt;好累哦。。。&lt;br /&gt;你看，我又累了吧。&lt;br /&gt;真讨厌，讨厌自己那么地无精打采，觉得好对不起生命，没有好好地去欣赏并享受它。&lt;br /&gt;好了，不说了。&lt;br /&gt;要赶快写完文章，赶快享受人生！&lt;br /&gt;哈哈！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7574439094478587042?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7574439094478587042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7574439094478587042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7574439094478587042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7574439094478587042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_12.html' title='正勤劳着'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6106215788646564103</id><published>2008-08-10T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:28:47.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>开学了</title><content type='html'>已经开学一个星期了。&lt;br /&gt;我现在住在大学宿舍里，所以，只有周末才回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很累。&lt;br /&gt;其实，我每天都很累，每天都想睡觉。&lt;br /&gt;但是，开学了，我要更积极。&lt;br /&gt;爸妈、哥，不要担心啦，我会照顾自己的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;热爱生命的一切一切，那才是原本的我嘛。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6106215788646564103?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6106215788646564103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6106215788646564103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6106215788646564103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6106215788646564103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='开学了'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-1705160717511334715</id><published>2008-07-21T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:05:26.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggin' Out</title><content type='html'>To my precious family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappi&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;br /&gt;Artie&lt;br /&gt;Nic&lt;br /&gt;Lou&lt;br /&gt;Zac&lt;br /&gt;Joce&lt;br /&gt;Dearie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all are invited to my piggin' out picnic at East Coast!!!&lt;br /&gt;Date: 27.07.2008&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2p.m&lt;br /&gt;Venue: East Coast Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come in shorts and tees, let's make it simple and fun!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1705160717511334715?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1705160717511334715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1705160717511334715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1705160717511334715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1705160717511334715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/piggin-out.html' title='Piggin&apos; Out'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-2094542101412560269</id><published>2008-07-17T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:21:49.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas, At Last</title><content type='html'>今天是我在尚智小学教书的最后一天。&lt;br /&gt;原本以为自己会很讨厌教书，但是原来并不是这样的。&lt;br /&gt;学生的力量真的很大，是爱的力量。&lt;br /&gt;对低年级的学生，我非常的疼爱，因为总觉得他们年纪还小嘛，就让着他们。&lt;br /&gt;对于我小五的华文班，我承认我是偏心的。&lt;br /&gt;或许，因为他们只是小我四、五岁罢了，所以，对他们我能像对朋友一般地放纵。&lt;br /&gt;即使他们在我面前讲脏话，我也不会怎么样。&lt;br /&gt;我知道他们本来想把我这个老师气走的。&lt;br /&gt;但是，不知怎么的，我不但没有被他们气死，反而成了他们的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;我好舍不得他们哦。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;他们啊，很调皮、很好玩、很好笑，&lt;br /&gt;希望明年二月的实习，我能再到尚智小学教他们。&lt;br /&gt;我要向他们说一声谢谢，&lt;br /&gt;你们真的带给我无穷的欢乐。&lt;br /&gt;即使我们以后可能不再见面了，我还是希望你们记得曾经有这么一位老师，教导你们放飞梦想，把生命好好地活过。&lt;br /&gt;最后，我要说一句：好好活在当下，把握每一个当初。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-2094542101412560269?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2094542101412560269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=2094542101412560269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2094542101412560269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2094542101412560269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/alas-at-last.html' title='Alas, At Last'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-6167013734668098459</id><published>2008-07-15T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:19:22.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Students......</title><content type='html'>For the last few weeks, I've been too uptight about my school experience.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been breathing properly and having panic attacks.&lt;br /&gt;But this week, everything seems better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving my students more and more.&lt;br /&gt;If not for my students, I would not bother to even go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my primary 3 students and I had fun playing games.&lt;br /&gt;Could see that they were happy, but I did not tell them that day after tomorrow will be my last day. Well, just don't know how to tell them. Will miss them terribly.&lt;br /&gt;As for my primary 5 students, today a group of primary 5 boys came and ask me:&lt;br /&gt;“老师，你家里有没有避孕套？”&lt;br /&gt;我：“有啊，干么？”&lt;br /&gt;他们几个男生显得吃惊似的。&lt;br /&gt;他们回过神，调皮的问：“老师，你的那些避孕套拿来干么？”&lt;br /&gt;我叹了一口气：“那你觉得避孕套拿来干嘛就干嘛咯。”&lt;br /&gt;And they continued giggling, after that they start grilling me about whether I have boyfriends and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;I asked them:“你们为什么问那么多？喜欢我啊？”&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, they start pushing the question to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss them, ALL of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-6167013734668098459?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6167013734668098459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=6167013734668098459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6167013734668098459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/6167013734668098459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/students.html' title='Students......'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-2519230130483071826</id><published>2008-06-22T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:04:41.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Path to Learn</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be THE day.&lt;br /&gt;The start of my one-month school experience.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a little nervous for sure but I am sure I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sure this experience will be very fruitful and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I promise to learn as much as possible from this practicum.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday will be a fufilling day for me! Whee!~&lt;br /&gt;I've got promptings and dreams about serving this specific ministry in church.&lt;br /&gt;But after talking it with my leader, I felt it's important to seek the Lord for directions and walk in His ways before I make any decisions.&lt;br /&gt;So, one day if you see me serving in this particular ministry in church, don't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;I will update you guys more on my school experience and the ministry stuff another day.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I want to bathe and read up on some notes on teaching.&lt;br /&gt;To my princesses: Have fun during school experiences and learn loads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-2519230130483071826?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2519230130483071826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=2519230130483071826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2519230130483071826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2519230130483071826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/path-to-learn.html' title='Path to Learn'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4691077530949589927</id><published>2008-06-21T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:44:39.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Chin</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I didn't get his contact number or even email address.&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot forget his face, and his kind eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And his cute smile with braces.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, his sincere tone and patience.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it could be a good thing that I never get to really know him, except for his name and his looks. 'Cause secretly liking someone is quite a great feeling, I realised.&lt;br /&gt;It is so......special.&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who's curious, this guy I'm mentioning is the lab assistant who drew my blood for me for some blood tests. I met him in SGH, then again in the polyclinic.&lt;br /&gt;As for why I met him twice, it will be ardous for me to type it here.&lt;br /&gt;Just let me tell you why I was so smitten by this stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it was his kind eyes that draws me initially, then came the patience of this young man that pulls me deeper and we ended this encounter with his cute smile.&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from the polyclinic, I was dilligently imprinting every detail of his looks in my mind, remembering the conversations we held at his table.&lt;br /&gt;I think for all my life, I will never forget this stranger that left some footprints in my life and nearly took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;And he is..............................................hah! It's a secret I'll never tell.&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4691077530949589927?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4691077530949589927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4691077530949589927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4691077530949589927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4691077530949589927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/mister-chin.html' title='Mister Chin'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-7762647768406970165</id><published>2008-06-19T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:41:48.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的骄傲无可救药</title><content type='html'>曲: 陈绮贞 词: 陈绮贞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的骄傲无可救药&lt;br /&gt;我的懒惰也改不掉&lt;br /&gt;我的脾气控制不了&lt;br /&gt;我都知道 我自己都知道&lt;br /&gt;每次约会我都迟到&lt;br /&gt;其实这也没有什么大不了&lt;br /&gt;对你的爱不会减少&lt;br /&gt;你要相信我 是为了你才这么说&lt;br /&gt;我的骄傲无可救药&lt;br /&gt;我的懒惰也改不掉&lt;br /&gt;我的脾气控制不了&lt;br /&gt;我都知道 我自己都知道&lt;br /&gt;每次约会我都迟到&lt;br /&gt;为了讨好你 把时间都忘掉&lt;br /&gt;再给我机会让你知道&lt;br /&gt;对你的爱 没有人能做到&lt;br /&gt;我知道你爱我并不是因为我是个乖女孩&lt;br /&gt;我的习惯也不会为你更改&lt;br /&gt;我知道你爱我并不是因为我对你的依赖&lt;br /&gt;你的放纵让我舍不得离开&lt;br /&gt;我的骄傲无可救药&lt;br /&gt;我的懒惰也改不掉&lt;br /&gt;我的脾气控制不了&lt;br /&gt;我都知道 我自己都知道&lt;br /&gt;每次约会我都迟到&lt;br /&gt;为了讨好你 把时间都忘掉&lt;br /&gt;再给我机会让你知道&lt;br /&gt;对你的爱 没有人能做到&lt;br /&gt;我知道你爱我并不是因为我是个乖女孩&lt;br /&gt;我的习惯也不会为你更改&lt;br /&gt;我知道你爱我并不是因为我对你的依赖&lt;br /&gt;你的放纵让我舍不得离开&lt;br /&gt;我的自私无可救药&lt;br /&gt;你的温柔我躲不掉&lt;br /&gt;我的藉口让你受不了&lt;br /&gt;我却知道你的爱不会减少&lt;br /&gt;我却知道你的爱不会减少&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-7762647768406970165?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7762647768406970165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=7762647768406970165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7762647768406970165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/7762647768406970165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_19.html' title='我的骄傲无可救药'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-1672149662848006483</id><published>2008-06-18T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:41:50.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Art</title><content type='html'>Shoutout to Artie: Hey brother! A blessed 21st to you! Stay happy always and have fun while you can! I'm here 24/7, you know it! Loves, `Dee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say......I just love life itself. My practicum is starting soon, I'm sure it's gonna be exciting! Gosh, I so can't wait for it! *hoping for handsome male teachers for me to ogle* Hahaha. Later in the evening I am going for Kungfu Panda with L and A.&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, it's cat nap time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more later!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1672149662848006483?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1672149662848006483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1672149662848006483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1672149662848006483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1672149662848006483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-art.html' title='Happy Birthday Art'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-8955946057603436828</id><published>2008-06-15T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:15:11.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever thine ever mine ever ours</title><content type='html'>Love is something that I cannot afford to receive because I cannot afford to give it back.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot ask someone to be exclusively mine because I cannot exclusively belong to someone.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I am so afraid to start a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope one day, just this one day, I could say this to someone:&lt;br /&gt;ever thine&lt;br /&gt;ever mine&lt;br /&gt;ever ours&lt;br /&gt;That will be so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I am a bird without legs.&lt;br /&gt;I will still soar in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Till the day I touch down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-8955946057603436828?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8955946057603436828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=8955946057603436828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8955946057603436828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/8955946057603436828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/ever-thine-ever-mine-ever-ours.html' title='ever thine ever mine ever ours'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-735261962911374287</id><published>2008-06-15T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:48:22.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Al Forno</title><content type='html'>Just a few hours earlier, I went to my brother's birthday dinner at Al Forno.&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely, and thanks to Rado and Divan, the persons in-charge, thumbs up to them.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really hope everyone enjoyed the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, most importantly, my brother enjoyed, hope he's happy with his 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I will post the photos asap alright.&lt;br /&gt;The boys headed for clubbing soon after the dinner while the rest of the girls return home.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for me, I headed home with my parents, carrying loads of food and presents.&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch some sleep soon, tomorrow I'll be attending service.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for worship service!&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-735261962911374287?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/735261962911374287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=735261962911374287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/735261962911374287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/735261962911374287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/dinner-at-al-forno.html' title='Dinner at Al Forno'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-1680399348131669002</id><published>2008-06-14T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:20:55.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearie, Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Today I made Rocky Road Crunch Bars for my oikos.&lt;br /&gt;And it turned out quite well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they love it!&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I'll try it with alcohol. Probably with Baileys.&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutout to Marianne Freeman: Happy Birthday, Dearie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy and take good care of yourself ya.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;My bestie(along with L) for what? 8 years? Yeah! Can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......next I'll make Honey Semifreddo.&lt;br /&gt;I bet my family and friends will like it.&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;Whee!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1680399348131669002?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1680399348131669002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1680399348131669002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1680399348131669002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1680399348131669002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/dearie-happy-birthday.html' title='Dearie, Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-2655748274108835219</id><published>2008-06-12T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:04:19.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>幸福漂移</title><content type='html'>没办法看《漂移》，觉得好可惜哦。&lt;br /&gt;我相信这出戏一定会带来许多排山倒海的情绪，&lt;br /&gt;而且，令人思考的也不少吧。&lt;br /&gt;希望我有机会看一次。&lt;br /&gt;昨天晚上，我和妈妈坐在厨房的小饭桌旁，一起吃芝士香肠。&lt;br /&gt;爸爸也钻过来跟我们“kuay-sio”，哥哥则为自己倒了一杯鲜奶。&lt;br /&gt;我看了看厨房里的每一个人，觉得自己真的很幸福。&lt;br /&gt;虽然，我们的“饭厅”小，&lt;br /&gt;不过，大家济济一堂的感觉真的很温暖。&lt;br /&gt;一家人一边吃、一边谈、一边笑，这是人生最简单的幸福，&lt;br /&gt;但是，要得到这个的幸福，不是人人都会吧。&lt;br /&gt;或者是，他们会，但是觉得过程太过麻烦了。&lt;br /&gt;不管怎么样，我就是喜欢这样的幸福。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-2655748274108835219?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2655748274108835219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=2655748274108835219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2655748274108835219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/2655748274108835219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='幸福漂移'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-3846456110469934918</id><published>2008-06-10T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:45:38.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>These few days I've been rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;I miss clubbing and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a gazillionz of years since I last clubbed and my doctor forbids me to touch even a teeny weeny drop of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Getting too much of the 'girl-next-door' kinda lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;And I am really getting way too bored.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me is working, slogging their life away.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do that too.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I am waiting for my practicum at Bedok West Primary, which will be starting on 23 June.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, for now, I seriously don't mind hooking up a rich boyfriend who thinks I am the best thing that ever happen to him. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, just kidding ok. Although, it will really be nice to have a rich boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the poor have the their own way of dating.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;I am just ranting, I have nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;-XOXO-&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;And I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. -RMIE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-3846456110469934918?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3846456110469934918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=3846456110469934918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3846456110469934918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/3846456110469934918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-1576140360061916923</id><published>2008-06-09T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:19:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am So Happy!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;Though, I have been going through loads of illnesses, I still thank God for my wonderful family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;I never have to worry that nobody is there to support me.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves me so much, I don't know how to give back the love.&lt;br /&gt;My family is the wackiest of all.&lt;br /&gt;Love them, whee!~ -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful friends, though sometimes we do quarrel, but in the end, we still love each other, and we still stand by each other. -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyday, I wake up with a thankful heart that I am still breathing, alive and kickin'.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that He gave me so much, and I am really contented.&lt;br /&gt;Really, thank You so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1576140360061916923?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1576140360061916923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1576140360061916923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1576140360061916923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1576140360061916923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-so-happy.html' title='I Am So Happy!'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-1924432575688267292</id><published>2008-06-05T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:46:27.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amigos</title><content type='html'>I guess it's kinda hurting when you end up quarrelling with your besties.&lt;br /&gt;Art, Nic and Lou are like my big brothers. I feel as if we grew up together, that's how close we are.&lt;br /&gt;Lou and I, well, we did not really quarrel but I guess we're angry with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Probably too pissed off with each other that we don't even want to talk, I don't even know what he thinks now.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's as if his lil' princess doesn't really matter to him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what could I say? There are people that matters more, right?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when we're not that worked up, we'll seek each other and trash things out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that we'll still be L and D, again.&lt;br /&gt;Promise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1924432575688267292?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1924432575688267292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1924432575688267292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1924432575688267292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1924432575688267292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-amigos.html' title='My Amigos'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-4742405932885676878</id><published>2008-06-03T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:21:42.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried Brain Fight Fried Food</title><content type='html'>I'm back from church camp on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;Church camp was fun, the only down thing was: I was terribly ill.&lt;br /&gt;My tonsils were swollen and I had a fever of 41 Degree Celsius. Yes, my brain was fried, but no one would notice that I had sucha high fever. 'Cause basically, I'm still playing and laughing like a normal me (which probably wasn't very normal in the first place, ha!)&lt;br /&gt;Yup, but by God's grace lah, my fever quickly subsided and I returned to church for sunday service. Just that my tonsils still hurt quite a bit 'cause it was terribly swollen and full of pus.&lt;br /&gt;However, after visiting the doctor yesterday, and taking some antibiotics, my tonsils hurt less.&lt;br /&gt;No more fever too!&lt;br /&gt;But still, I gotta avoid fried food and seafood.&lt;br /&gt;Sho' sadd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-4742405932885676878?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4742405932885676878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=4742405932885676878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4742405932885676878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/4742405932885676878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/fried-brain-fight-fried-food.html' title='Fried Brain Fight Fried Food'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438475.post-1179595772060008879</id><published>2008-05-25T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:36:28.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.R.B</title><content type='html'>Well, I see that I've neglected this place for a long time huh.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back to write some shit.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so many things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;People changed, feelings changed, and I reckon a storm is brewing.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I won't lose my life in ze storm.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just wanna inform you guys, I'll be going for camp during 28/05/2008 to 31/05/2008.&lt;br /&gt;Will update after the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438475-1179595772060008879?l=vivaciouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1179595772060008879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438475&amp;postID=1179595772060008879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1179595772060008879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438475/posts/default/1179595772060008879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/brb.html' title='B.R.B'/><author><name>`Dee*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKYYjIq5PUI/TL2tF4Yk8xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rBu52Ao9IGM/S220/4908_210164975166_832235166_7043076_4082610_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
