<?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-3249541331819325202</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:25:44.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vely.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3059272438090907850</id><published>2012-01-21T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:28:08.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See through.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KfCDhaPJIWE/TxsRp6aHfzI/AAAAAAAAAug/qZiJPLzY_1Q/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KfCDhaPJIWE/TxsRp6aHfzI/AAAAAAAAAug/qZiJPLzY_1Q/s400/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700169165118603058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may not have the best luck in romance, but I'm blessed with amazing friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3059272438090907850?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3059272438090907850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/see-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3059272438090907850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3059272438090907850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/see-through.html' title='See through.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KfCDhaPJIWE/TxsRp6aHfzI/AAAAAAAAAug/qZiJPLzY_1Q/s72-c/IMG_0242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7568223653289675987</id><published>2012-01-20T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:30:03.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My chance, your loss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's it. I'm done being vulnerable and all that shit. I'm done with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making me feel so terrible and awful. We shall just stay as friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7568223653289675987?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7568223653289675987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-chance-your-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7568223653289675987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7568223653289675987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-chance-your-loss.html' title='My chance, your loss.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-2944531090472254690</id><published>2012-01-18T02:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:35:19.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjiOwjJLk4w/TxZ6-muq6OI/AAAAAAAAAuE/qv5-aWfPXf0/s400/DSC_1007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698877594450716898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the very reason why I have trust issue. It's like I took one step forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only to find myself taking two steps back by whatever it is that you're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you just have to trust that whatever that's meant to happen, will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happen. At the right time &amp;amp; place, with the right person. Cheer up, butterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-2944531090472254690?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2944531090472254690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2944531090472254690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2944531090472254690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/faith.html' title='Faith.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjiOwjJLk4w/TxZ6-muq6OI/AAAAAAAAAuE/qv5-aWfPXf0/s72-c/DSC_1007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-5640317154620758953</id><published>2012-01-10T22:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:02:12.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTyBFkd0Wns/Tw0JpljQcsI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kdFF3-2waQs/s400/DSC_0816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696219713752822466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happiness.. it's in your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-5640317154620758953?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/5640317154620758953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/5640317154620758953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/5640317154620758953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/yours.html' title='Yours.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTyBFkd0Wns/Tw0JpljQcsI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kdFF3-2waQs/s72-c/DSC_0816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-6388648819476461091</id><published>2012-01-09T23:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:25:41.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The shadows killed the light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnUg0Ww4kIg/Twu6kxmFFBI/AAAAAAAAAts/iMYOpJtHrEw/s400/DSC_0851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695851294691234834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I was trying to protect myself from getting hurt, I ended up with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this. Nothing. I have no one to blame for why I'm acting this way but myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shouldn't let the past haunt me, but it's hard. It's hard when you've gotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yourself hurt for so many times and not have the past haunt you. It's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like I didn't try, because I did. This time around, if what Anthony said is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;true, I may have just ruined what could possibly be something beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel sorry for myself. But I've apologized, I've put my ego aside and once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again, I let myself be vulnerable just so things would be okay. The thing is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you're not going to do anything but instead just leaving me hanging like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this, I think I know better. I should just forget this and start moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because there's only so much I can take, and I've done all that I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I am, another quiet night, another lonely night. For what it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;worth if you're reading this at all, I'm sorry. I wish you the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-6388648819476461091?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6388648819476461091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/shadows-killed-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6388648819476461091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6388648819476461091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/shadows-killed-light.html' title='The shadows killed the light.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnUg0Ww4kIg/Twu6kxmFFBI/AAAAAAAAAts/iMYOpJtHrEw/s72-c/DSC_0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-2632617017043546715</id><published>2012-01-07T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:31:17.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last friday night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8x2O0oZ7rI/TwjdGHYyg3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/CeF2vH2HpFQ/s400/DSC_0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695044825941967730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait for the school to reopen! Lowell is so boring, but I don't blame the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it, honestly. Everything would be better if I actually have a car and a valid license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh yeah, boo-hoo. I should stop being lazy and find out how I can get it all done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, went to Boston yesterday! I love that city. So many memories plastered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all over it within these past five months. First real date, first new year's kiss, first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out door ice-skating, and more. It felt so good to be back there.. out of this town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took the train from Lowell to Boston and then the Subway to Copley. Had some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Japanese curry with chicken cutlets and rice. I missed the taste. I'm so sick of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;same old pizzas and pastas. Window-shopped, strolled along the sidewalk.. it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a definite peaceful day. Made friend with a street performer, Zack, satisfied my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;long overdue craving for Starbucks, went to the frog pond, ice skated the evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; away. Had my first fall, it hurts.. so bad. Overall, I most definitely had a good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Planned to go out and take some pictures today, but I fell back asleep. What's new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. Gonna cook something for my hungry tummy right after this person is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fixing the fridge. Well, I hope you're having a good weekend, wherever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-2632617017043546715?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2632617017043546715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2632617017043546715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2632617017043546715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-friday-night.html' title='last friday night.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8x2O0oZ7rI/TwjdGHYyg3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/CeF2vH2HpFQ/s72-c/DSC_0541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3966822520269314473</id><published>2012-01-04T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:58:05.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feet on the ground.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrg39KsFZ3U/TwT0ugeEaQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/32_Wrpcqd5M/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693944908730362114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you can't control the things that happen to you, but you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;can control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;the way you react -- it's all perception."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3966822520269314473?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3966822520269314473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/feet-on-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3966822520269314473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3966822520269314473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/feet-on-ground.html' title='feet on the ground.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrg39KsFZ3U/TwT0ugeEaQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/32_Wrpcqd5M/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7538996655941587397</id><published>2012-01-01T13:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:07:16.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the hope of a new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFr40M1YV5M/TwCiFVuzuVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6xQo5dxPYR4/s400/DSC_0441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692728141612824914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 has definitely been a bitter-sweet year and definitely has taught me a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It scares me to know how fast time is moving. It feels like it was just yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in Bengkulu, trying to convince papa &amp;amp; mama to let me study psychology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However like they say, if it's meant to be, it will happen.. When the time is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny how when you thought that day by day nothing is going to change, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretty soon you'll realize that everything is different. One thing that I've learnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the most is that life might get hard, plans, people and feelings might change, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you don't let go and face life with a strong, brave heart, you'll see how things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happen for a reason. You'll see how it'll get better sooner than you thought it'd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be.. and in time, you'll realize that every struggle in your life has shaped you into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the person you are today -- a stronger you. Don't say that 2011 sucked, or that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's been really bad that you don't have enough room in your heart to be grateful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;over the fact that it happened. Instead of being so negative, see everything from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a bigger picture. I promise you, you'll see a better picture. Everything happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a reason. If you don't see the reason now, trust that you'll see it later on and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't give up. Life is beautiful, and God is great. Live every day like it's your last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and no matter what, always do remember that your life, is what you make of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you know.. Sometimes it's okay to risk your heart. Take that leap of faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for me, I've made a list of my own new year resolutions. In which one of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has been checked. I'm glad last night happened. I went out of my shell &amp;amp; welcomed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2012 with a kiss. I promise to make 2012 better, for myself &amp;amp; for those who matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to me. So here's to 2012, may it be blessed with lots of laughters, love, peace, joyful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moments, happiness, pink health &amp;amp; wealth. May 2012 be better &amp;amp; full of wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Before we pop the champagne and celebrate the new year, let us stop and reflect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;on the year that has gone by. To remember both our triumphs and our missteps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;our promises made and broken. The times we opened ourselves up to great &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;adventures, or close ourselves down for fear of getting hurt. Because that's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what new year is all about -- getting another chance to forgive, to do better,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to do more, to give more, to love more and stop worrying about 'what if' and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;start embracing what would be. So let's remember to be nice with each other,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kind to each other. And not just tonight but all year long. Happy new year."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sometimes it feels like there are so many things in this world we can't control.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Earthquakes, floods, reality shows.. But it is important to remember the things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that we can. Like forgiveness, second chances, fresh start.. Because the one thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that turns the world from a lonely place to a beautiful place is love. Love in any&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of its forms. Love gives us hope. Hope for the new year, that's new year's eve to me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In 2011, I set my foot for the first time in America, I made new friends, got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hurt, fell in like with a few guys, struggled with my emotions, fought a war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;learned things I've never knew, realized how much I'm grateful for this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could go on and on. That's how much 2011 has made an impact on my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, 2011. Thank you for every single day with you. Thank you for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lessons, thank you for the happy days, thank you for everything. I'll miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy new year and let us rock 2012 like we're the mighty earthquake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7538996655941587397?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7538996655941587397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/hope-of-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7538996655941587397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7538996655941587397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2012/01/hope-of-new-year.html' title='the hope of a new year.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFr40M1YV5M/TwCiFVuzuVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6xQo5dxPYR4/s72-c/DSC_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-2859765420399511425</id><published>2011-12-30T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:22:31.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ticks of the clock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WntMMY9Mv5o/Tv4dNPSq2OI/AAAAAAAAAsw/w7e8fEfwyWU/s400/DSC_0391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692019092323227874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry belated Christmas, and Hanukkah everybody! I'm exhausted. Arizona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and San Francisco were beyond expectations! Above all, I'm so blessed to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;such great, loving, caring cousin &amp;amp; her husband. They took care of me throughout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my stay, made sure I was okay and well fed. I felt like I was home. Being back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here in Lowell, it feels so different. Not only it's colder here, it's lonely too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the residents are gone for the holiday, and my friend Siddarth was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;definitely right. Lowell is like a ghost town. Went to hookslide for girls' night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out last night. Man, it was boring. But it's safe to say that me and my girls were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on fire last night. The first four girls to tear up the dance floor, Su even had two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guys fighting over her. I had a little too much to drink, picked the wrong choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of heels. Overall, I had a great time bonding with the girls, shaking my tooshies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;away. We left early because it was getting way too boring. Frank was our man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twenty dollars for to and fro taxi fares and he gave us lollipops. Gotta love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is New Years' Eve. Can't believe 2011 is ending. Time is definitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moving too fast. But life is what we make of it, so I'm gonna make it last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-2859765420399511425?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2859765420399511425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/ticks-of-clock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2859765420399511425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2859765420399511425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/ticks-of-clock.html' title='ticks of the clock.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WntMMY9Mv5o/Tv4dNPSq2OI/AAAAAAAAAsw/w7e8fEfwyWU/s72-c/DSC_0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8153589564425503900</id><published>2011-12-22T03:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T03:19:15.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>impromptu blow up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey, i'm all for impromptu plans and trips. but come on now for real..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;impromptu cancellation? i've bought the plane tickets already! damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now should i go ahead, or pay cancellation fees? decisions.. decisions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8153589564425503900?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8153589564425503900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/impromptu-blow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8153589564425503900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8153589564425503900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/impromptu-blow-up.html' title='impromptu blow up.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8797041754491052645</id><published>2011-12-20T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T13:03:42.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't tempt me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am extremely disappointed, beyond outraged. i don't understand why they&lt;br /&gt;have to be so secretive (in a way) about this whole working with navitas. why&lt;br /&gt;some of us didn't even know about the job openings until we heard that there&lt;br /&gt;are students working with navitas and they are getting their ssn. if there is any&lt;br /&gt;reasons as to why this happened, i certainly would like to know. but honestly,&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing just shattered navitas' image. more actions, less sweet talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8797041754491052645?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8797041754491052645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-tempt-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8797041754491052645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8797041754491052645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-tempt-me.html' title='don&apos;t tempt me.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3617860817373470491</id><published>2011-12-19T15:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:28:04.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderstruck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBpkYPKXuB8/Tu-c9nftBGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bc_dllNC6SI/s400/326102_2590957526798_1040411371_2685303_913008647_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687937436780135522" border="0" /&gt;hello from phoenix, AZ! hours of sitting beside one weird stranger in the plane&lt;br /&gt;was definitely worth it! home alone right now. cousin and her husband went&lt;br /&gt;off to work when i was still sleeping. went to natal street last night and it was&lt;br /&gt;magical. the decorative lights, the people.. almost felt like i was in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of transferring to either umass amherst or umass darthmouth.&lt;br /&gt;both of them are offering clinical psychology course. i still don't know how&lt;br /&gt;i can go about doing that though. a few more days till MAT test. a few more&lt;br /&gt;days until christmas. a few more days until new year. i honestly can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3617860817373470491?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3617860817373470491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/wonderstruck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3617860817373470491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3617860817373470491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/wonderstruck.html' title='wonderstruck.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBpkYPKXuB8/Tu-c9nftBGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bc_dllNC6SI/s72-c/326102_2590957526798_1040411371_2685303_913008647_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-6907068876505434639</id><published>2011-12-15T03:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:26:08.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination princess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-one3tzNfsnE/TumsuO5--dI/AAAAAAAAAr8/x4sQb3d5444/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B12-13-11%2Bat%2B12.13%2BPM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686265914807220690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;damn distractions. once again i procrastinated and i have less than three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;days to finish my final exam and three discussion papers. on a brighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;note.. phoenix on saturday, new york for new year! will be counting down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the other navitas students. can't wait! 'til then, i've got papers to kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-6907068876505434639?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6907068876505434639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/procrastination-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6907068876505434639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6907068876505434639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/procrastination-princess.html' title='procrastination princess.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-one3tzNfsnE/TumsuO5--dI/AAAAAAAAAr8/x4sQb3d5444/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B12-13-11%2Bat%2B12.13%2BPM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-4923848992953573547</id><published>2011-12-06T12:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:42:32.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"i am like so past that — i don't even care! i don't even remember&lt;br /&gt;that  time in my life. i am over it! i just realized that i'm better off  without&lt;br /&gt;him. so i ended it because i deserve something much better!  he wasn't&lt;br /&gt;right for me and i will eventually find somebody who loves  me for&lt;br /&gt;who i am. i am having so much fun."&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;b&gt;paris hilton&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-4923848992953573547?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4923848992953573547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-like-so-past-that-i-dont-even-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4923848992953573547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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treasure."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mXMCat2Q_7s/Tt2u4MGpUII/AAAAAAAAArM/J3pEtOd45lo/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B12-4-11%2Bat%2B4.46%2BPM%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682890585156440194" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wh0LmYmq7U4/Tt2vZyiqxmI/AAAAAAAAArY/-aPVBX77y0Y/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B12-4-11%2Bat%2B4.53%2BPM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682891162410206818" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-618280746269037718?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/618280746269037718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-mans-thrash-is-another-mans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/618280746269037718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/618280746269037718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-mans-thrash-is-another-mans.html' title=''/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xdno2uGxzVI/TtxgtamLnmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ysmSLlmVN9s/s400/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682523163184569954" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0jWWm_xA_8/TtxgsgUtJnI/AAAAAAAAAqc/YD33440T9lQ/s400/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682523147542013554" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FC51XysbYyA/TtxgrsvVFQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/IKJ6u9PpKRc/s400/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682523133695038722" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqLtSreE06k/TtxgrH4hM3I/AAAAAAAAAqE/QtGPTLW6xJE/s400/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682523123801469810" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROv-Mu-Yjrc/Ttxgq_kaFBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Yyvp54BJfJ8/s400/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682523121569633298" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMb5SEYc3Ic/TtxNgFgOCQI/AAAAAAAAApo/c6uQdWQRQtE/s400/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502043463190786" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vBK7CBTKr3s/TtxNf5etdhI/AAAAAAAAApY/MdpONdlmGS4/s400/390731_2718181723811_1535041812_2734133_1776352680_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502040235636242" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IwYFDtpNmuU/TtxNf37WbfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/P34Hq1KhafI/s400/388286_2718160163272_1535041812_2734119_1551998978_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502039818890738" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vDCH_4X6E-o/TtxNe81boOI/AAAAAAAAApI/7rlIjZiqqoc/s400/384165_2718180323776_1535041812_2734130_416200311_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502023956373730" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HReX3FHu5Bk/TtxNeh4_fCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/IsF3j8z63uY/s400/378131_2718160963292_1535041812_2734120_827905176_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502016723549218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am finally, legally 21. had the raddest birthday party with the awesome friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;although one particular someone did attempt to ruin it by sending a Facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;message that started off with a "happy birthday" but ended it with bitter words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i honestly never thought you'd send such message, because you never really did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say anything much, when i asked, you said i kept on talking about the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i took your words of "i'm taking this way slower than i was going at first" and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got this. you assumed that i had expected it. but then again, what's done is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blaming it on me by saying "you called on it" really doesn't make sense to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm not sorry it didn't work out. you never really did anything for me to trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you. if only you had the decency to call me instead of sending me that message,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i would probably still want to be your friend. if you had the decency to tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that earlier instead of on my birthday, i would probably still want to be your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friend. if you actually had taken my feelings into consideration, i would do the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;same. honestly though, i wish you the best in life, you'll still be in my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'nuff of that yesterday story. i can't wait for school to end! arizona, cali, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more places to see! as of now, i'm stuck with a research paper due on tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x71/saccillia/emotes/O_o_by_Azundo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-4518248795406490579?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4518248795406490579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4518248795406490579'/><link 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type='text'>put a dot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wait a minute. it's not me. it's you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-4531406667519972946?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4531406667519972946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/12/put-dot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4531406667519972946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4531406667519972946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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never will. enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-1484639180903946115?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/1484639180903946115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/1484639180903946115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/1484639180903946115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-enough.html' title='so enough.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-1681594559960351468</id><published>2011-11-29T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:58:14.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still an airhead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"calling when you say you're going to call is the very first brick in the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;house you are building of love and trust. if he can't lay this &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;one stupid &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;brick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;down, you ain't never gonna have a house, baby. and it's cold outside."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"cut your losses and don't waste your time. why stay in some weird dating&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;limbo when you can move on to what will surely be better territory?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-1681594559960351468?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/1681594559960351468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/still-airhead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/1681594559960351468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/1681594559960351468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/still-airhead.html' title='still an airhead.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-6328936465291542400</id><published>2011-11-28T23:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:15:10.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe, it's life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's been a rough couple of weeks.. what happened? what always happen, life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a small part of me is crushed over the fact that i fell down a little too deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but a bigger part of me, i'm glad i did. like they say, you'll never know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're made of until you're being put in a situation that pushes you to your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;limit. i fell, but i know that i will be okay.. in time. now.. on a brighter note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had the best first thanksgiving. mirakel invited me to her house for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the food was scrumptious, the company was beyond wonderful, i felt blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;being around such great family, it made me realized about so many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it definitely made me think about the things that i have had overlooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jJ-ms90nE4/TtRntYfY1AI/AAAAAAAAAoo/r87CMmcWzMM/s400/photo-22.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680279059386913794" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOc_ovf-l60/TtRnsig39BI/AAAAAAAAAoc/AYQ6bmU4FcE/s400/photo-25.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680279044897633298" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIAVjxKtwp0/TtRnrw9z3PI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/L6ivcg8MIX8/s400/photo-26.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680279031597227250" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XimtdkblCmM/TtRnrthoJjI/AAAAAAAAAoE/66Sw7UNE2-4/s400/photo-27.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680279030673712690" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emNFOHeAziw/TtRnYJPNseI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Vicalcu2aOI/s400/photo-28.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680278694515290594" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVSHB1vYGnQ/TtRnXX2TjwI/AAAAAAAAAnk/0YoKDe_eMsI/s400/photo-29.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680278681257479938" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OxaWx1d189s/TtRnW0tsHRI/AAAAAAAAAnY/WlGFRI7sCuY/s400/photo-30.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680278671826099474" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrEYlbBY9is/TtRnV-d9MiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/of2Jc6Grvww/s400/photo-31.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680278657264595490" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpNDqwM6NSo/TtRnVjw8TAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/w2YdTO4ynPM/s400/photo-32.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680278650096471042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;despite all of the bad things that i am facing right now, i have so much more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things that i am very thankful of. i'll be twenty-one in a few days. i have plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this life.. it's only going to be how we make of it. and i.. will make mine great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now excuse me, i have three discussion response papers, two research&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;papers, and a whole lot more of other assignments to finish. love always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-6328936465291542400?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6328936465291542400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/breathe-its-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6328936465291542400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6328936465291542400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/breathe-its-life.html' title='breathe, it&apos;s life.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jJ-ms90nE4/TtRntYfY1AI/AAAAAAAAAoo/r87CMmcWzMM/s72-c/photo-22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-4399607076573991070</id><published>2011-11-19T23:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:41:54.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deepest depth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"There is a beauty in a woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whose confidence comes from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;experiences -- w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;knows she can fall, pick herself up, &amp;amp; move on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;you got hurt, but that doesn't mean you should stop trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;please love yourself. love, the little girl in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-4399607076573991070?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4399607076573991070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4399607076573991070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4399607076573991070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-yourself.html' title='deepest depth.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7658029943598837069</id><published>2011-11-16T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:45:05.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>running.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fiy0o36HQYw/TsPaU0jExdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/vEsj7_P2C8Q/s400/DSC04272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675620006654952914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7658029943598837069?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7658029943598837069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7658029943598837069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7658029943598837069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/rule.html' title='running.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fiy0o36HQYw/TsPaU0jExdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/vEsj7_P2C8Q/s72-c/DSC04272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-4015714317581467866</id><published>2011-11-15T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:07:38.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days.</title><content type='html'>What am I suppose to do throughout the four days? Shops will be closed, people will be spending time with their families, dining hall will be closed, and so will the gym too. Mama, papa I want to go back home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-4015714317581467866?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4015714317581467866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-am-i-suppose-to-do-throughout-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4015714317581467866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4015714317581467866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-am-i-suppose-to-do-throughout-four.html' title='4 days.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7271692278638969089</id><published>2011-11-15T09:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:25:15.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deserve to be happy, deserve to be treated right, deserve to know the truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deserve to smile and so much more. you're out there, i'll be patient for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i believe it'll happen when the time is right with someone that's right for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7271692278638969089?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7271692278638969089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7271692278638969089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7271692278638969089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/i.html' title='i..'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-2766010917665919305</id><published>2011-11-14T22:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T01:14:33.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>untangling complications.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kisses make things complicated. sweet talks make things complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;above all, falling too fast for someone make things even more complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish i have the power to read minds. i'm leaving it all to God. just friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-2766010917665919305?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2766010917665919305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/untangling-complications.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2766010917665919305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2766010917665919305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/untangling-complications.html' title='untangling complications.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3955525391969566677</id><published>2011-11-14T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:24:17.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah i like you. i should stop blogging for the time being and start having more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conversations with God instead. thank you, J. I hope you'll feel better soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3955525391969566677?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3955525391969566677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3955525391969566677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3955525391969566677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-like-you.html' title='i like you.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3131912661127902174</id><published>2011-11-14T11:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:24:08.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cling cling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it when people are affectionate with me. I like when they always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;invite me places, or text me, or call me, I wouldn’t even mind if they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blew up my fb wall with hearts and what not. I would rather have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that person than someone who makes me text them first all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time &amp;amp; replies back 10 hours later or someone who forgets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3131912661127902174?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3131912661127902174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/cling-cling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3131912661127902174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3131912661127902174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/cling-cling.html' title='cling cling.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-5775717988159849849</id><published>2011-11-14T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:42:55.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>open eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(2, 2, 2); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-5775717988159849849?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/5775717988159849849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/open-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/5775717988159849849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/5775717988159849849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/open-eyes.html' title='open eyes.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-6486948001394107667</id><published>2011-11-13T15:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:27:31.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've not been feeling too good lately. mainly because i let myself to not feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good, i guess. i took a nap, hoped i'd feel better when i wake up. but no, i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up realizing i just had a weird, sad and scary dream all jumbled into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one. first i was talking to J on the phone, couldn't hear anything what he's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saying, he sounded pissed and angry so i said sorry and hung up. then i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walked along the roads trying to find my way to the nearest train station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somehow i walked into an alley where men were peeing. i ran out and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saw a lady lying down on a grass, smoking. i asked her for directions and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she started saying about why would i want to go to the train station. i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;responded back.. but not too long i realized she's not there anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i ran away, i was terrified. i reached a coffee shop, and met someone i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know. and then my mom and cousins came. they told me to give bubble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tea to the ghost and say sorry for disturbing them. i thought we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about to leave but i saw my mom had changed into her pajamas. i asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her if we're staying here, but she called my name instead. i was trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get to her and then i heard my grandma's voice calling out to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then i woke up. i wish i didn't wake up. i wish i stayed in my dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;long enough to know what my grandma was trying to tell me. i miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you. please meet me in my dream again tonight and talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-6486948001394107667?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6486948001394107667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6486948001394107667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6486948001394107667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-it.html' title='what is it?'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8100835848418772334</id><published>2011-11-12T01:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:42:44.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wishful thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBIFJqiyajM/Tr4Qz4saIlI/AAAAAAAAAmk/zQ6CcrloXwU/s1600/4-up%2Bon%2B11-10-11%2Bat%2B8.50%2BPM%2B%25234.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBIFJqiyajM/Tr4Qz4saIlI/AAAAAAAAAmk/zQ6CcrloXwU/s400/4-up%2Bon%2B11-10-11%2Bat%2B8.50%2BPM%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673991064111424082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so many things are going on right now and i'm about to fall off the bridge that i've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been building. every little things annoy me, pushing me to the edge. just when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought everything were going so well. it's always been like that, life's like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was fine, i finally got pieces of myself back together. but seems like i'm back to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ground zero. this is why i create distance. so nobody could ever come close enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to hurt me. expectation is the root of all heartache. the thing about me is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i tend to expect a lot. that is probably why i'm unhappy. i expect things to happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when nothing is really there. i expect things to go well all the time when i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they won't always go that way. i need to stop myself from expecting for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've grown tired. i am tired. this post doesn't make any sense. i'm going to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it all off. yesterday was 11 November 2011, welcome to the world Fiona, my little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;precious newborn niece! and of course happy veterans' day soldiers.. and &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='lend a hand.. or more.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-343983480641168537</id><published>2011-11-06T11:36:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:25:57.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a very happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG4_K5ebIRI/Tra37WvXc3I/AAAAAAAAAl0/3oVoPK2DVjo/s400/photo-20.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671923011064132466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;such a cold night, you were late because of the traffic. almost lost my hope, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the excitement came back as soon as i was sitting in the shuttle bus knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was minutes away from seeing your face. hid behind the pillar but it didn't take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;long until you found me. you hugged me for the first time, it felt surreal. it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awkward for me, i was nervous. you sat beside me for the first time, i felt safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we made our way to your car. you opened the door for me, it felt good to be treated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right. sat on your book and sunglasses, i felt stupid. you took them off my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and put it right under my seat. we drove around looking for a place to eat. parked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your car at chilli's parking lot, walked over to the door only to found out that it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been locked. we drove again. you told me you need to do something and asked for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my hand. when you held my hand with yours, my heart was beating faster. you let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it go because you realized that you were driving on a dead-end road. there was a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;police's car, you rolled down your window and asked for directions. i was amazed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;impressed by your politeness. i've never met anyone as proper, as polite, as nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as you, ever. we drove back to icc and decided to sit at the lounge. i was nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you knew it, told me i shouldn't be, that there's no reason for me to be nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in between our talks, after midnight, you said happy birthday to me. i was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were telling me about the bartender that you met. she was there when we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were sitting around at the lounge, talking. she kept on looking at us, and finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;came over to you with a little note on her hand. you smiled and said thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you said she wrote that i looked beautiful on the note. i didn't know how to react.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you sent me home, came out of your car, and gave me another hug. i liked that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next day, i was anticipating our date. you called me, telling me that you were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i brought mabel along to meet you outside. i walked out with her, and there you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were, walking towards me with your sunglasses on. i felt lucky. you shook hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with mabel, and we bid her goodbye. we got in your car and drove off to boston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i loved our small talks in the car, how you were telling me stories, introducing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me to the music that you listen to. i kept telling myself that all this would end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as soon as the night comes, i cried. it was painful to know all of the possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we reached a restaurant and grabbed some food to fill our tummies. it felt weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to actually go out with a guy who actually paid for everything. a good kind of weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we sat on a table, facing each other. we talked, i told you my worries, you put me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;place. we didn't know if we should put the dirty dishes on the counter or just leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it there, so we decided to just leave them on the table. as we walked out of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;restaurant, i felt a little less nervous. you made me feel comfortable, and i loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got to boston. we were on one of the roads and some foul smell filled the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i kept quiet, but you read my mind. you told me it wasn't you or the car, it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something from outside. i laughed, i was happy that we're getting getting more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comfortable with each other. your dad called, i was impressed by your manners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;although your dad didn't say hi, i was glad that you have such great relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with him. you told me about him, i'm glad he's doing great. we reached the parking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lot. i saw the fees that you'd have to pay, but you said you didn't mind and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most it's gonna cost you was thirty five dollars. we asked for directions to the art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;museum. walked our way to the museum and my hands started to freeze. so you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;held my hand and tried to warm both of them for me. i felt how your thumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rubbed against my fingers tenderly, but i kept quiet and secretly enjoyed the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling. we walked around the shopping mall. passing by people and stores as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we walked. there were times when you let go of my hand, i felt sad -- in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then there were times where you'd try to grab a hold of my hand.. adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EA8x8E_Ux_w/TrbsrJcbwaI/AAAAAAAAAmA/rRN8sIKyuvY/s400/photo-21.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671981006733427106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we walked by a chocolate store, and you bought chocolate coated strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you ate three of them and said that you've had enough. i held the cone with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two strawberries left in it. i wanted something to hold, to remind me that this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was real. we walked by a stall that sells tickets for the skywalk's entry. you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we could eat there, but i was hesitant because it'd probably cost you a lot. you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;said you didn't mind. you paid for the tickets, i felt uneasy because i've never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had anyone spending so much on my other than my parents. deep down in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i felt such overwhelming feeling of gratitude. we checked out the skywalk. i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beyond amazed, wonderstruck. it was beautiful -- the sunset, the buildings, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we took the lift, went up to floor 52 to make a reservation at the restaurant but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the only available slot was at 10.30, you said okay anyway. we went back down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the mall and we walked aimlessly again, passing by stores after stores until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we saw a store that was selling watches. i asked you if you wanted to take a look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you said yes. looked around and when we were done, you said thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we looked around for other restaurants and decided to settle with legal seafood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we went back up to the skywalk platform and you asked me if i want to take picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i said yes, and with two flashes and snaps, we had our first two pictures taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cancelled the earlier reservation at top of the hub. waited for our table and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we finally sat inside, made our orders and started talking. it was the best dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that i've ever had on a date. the food, the restaurant and the company. again, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paid for it. i was grateful. we walked back to the parking lot and drove back to lowell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;throughout the whole drive, you held my hand. it has been a long time since i felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that happy. but my fear got the best of me, i shed tears. i didn't want the ride to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we reached my apartment complex and i thought that was it. but no, you told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you'd like to hang out for a little bit more. i felt relieved, happy. you took my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hand and started kissing it, sent shivers throughout my body. i asked if you'd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like to meet daisy and lucy, you said yes. met them, i am glad that they like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we went back into your car because it was too cold to stand outside. you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were going to give me an innocent kiss. you came closer, and then we kissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you told me you're going to drive back as far as you could until you're tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didn't want you to do that so i told you to wait while i check with mabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if she's okay with you sleeping in the living room for the night. mabel was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;having some friends over at the apartment but she said she's going to fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hall so i could have the apartment to myself. i didn't expect that she would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do that, but i'm grateful that she did it. you came into my apartment. i gave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you my blankets and pillow. you turned off the lights and fell asleep within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minutes. i slept in my room, hoped i could still catch you before you left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up at quarter to four. i grabbed my pink covers and slept with it on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the other sofa. i woke up at the sound of your alarm, you did too. you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good morning and told me that you were going to sleep for another hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i decided to make a cup of hot chocolate for you to drink when you wake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up. as soon as i placed it on the table, you woke up. you took a sip, told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you liked it. you saw me covered with the pink covers and asked if i wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to sit beside you. i did, and you covered us with the blanket that i gave you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and... we kissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i still can't believe the fact that you drove fifteen hours just to see me. i still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can't believe the fact that you still like me even when i look like a mess. i can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;believe that we kissed, i can't believe that we spent hours together. i still can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;believe that you're real, last two nights were real, i can't believe you were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am thankful that God gave me the opportunity to meet someone like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the smell of you lingers, i could still feel your lips around mine. i miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you for making me happy on my birthday. i hope this will work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-343983480641168537?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/343983480641168537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/very-happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/343983480641168537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/343983480641168537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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this seems surreal. it scares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the hell out of me. you're making your way here, but it's been hours since i last heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from you. i hope you're doing okay, safe. even if you change your mind, i hope you're safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goodnight, lowell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7939865000133206876?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7939865000133206876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/two-steps-back-one-step-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNME92lO4YE/TrEbZmSDpCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/SFoP__gur3o/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B10-29-11%2Bat%2B9.02%2BAM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670343532423128098" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOfBc_D6bu0/TrEbZWy7hxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/55ClKL2Jp_s/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B10-29-11%2Bat%2B9.45%2BAM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670343528266041106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it feels like i'm going in and out, tossed around by the emotional waves. all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what ifs, all the scenes of you and others that i have playing in my head. this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is just too good to be true. i know deep down somehow my heart is still chained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;within myself. i thank God for having such amazing people like faz &amp;amp; alli that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;constantly keeping me on my feet instead of floating around to cloud nine with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a bagful of possibilities that things may change and i'd ended up getting hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-1712010628119224630?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/1712010628119224630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/shivers-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3251238660713737538</id><published>2011-11-01T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:05:29.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lightweight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7Tm9kmyV8nE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i'm a lightweight, better be careful what you say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;with every word i'm blown away, you're in control of my heart&lt;br /&gt;i'm a lightweight, easy to fall, easy to break&lt;br /&gt;with every move my whole world shakes, keep me from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;keep me from falling down, drowned in your love&lt;br /&gt;it's almost all too much, handle with care&lt;br /&gt;say you'll be there."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3251238660713737538?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3251238660713737538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3251238660713737538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3251238660713737538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='lightweight.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7Tm9kmyV8nE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-4628441384347643146</id><published>2011-11-01T01:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:56:10.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flaps of the butterflies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight, you told me that you thought about me. i didn't say anything but i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;couldn't stop myself from smiling. tonight, we asked why we chose to talk to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each other when we can actually talk to someone else that are closer to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i told you my reason, you told me yours. tonight, we talked about how we met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each other. probably not the best way to meet someone, but i'm glad we did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what we did. tonight, i found myself liking you even more - not gonna stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight, i pray that this weekend will be one of the best weekends in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight, we talked about each other. even if this doesn't work out, i'm glad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that i get the chance to know you and be your friend. but i hope this works out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and tonight.. i'll be sleeping with a smile on my face. thank you for that, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t167/andreanabananaz/emoticons/ththlove-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-4628441384347643146?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4628441384347643146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/flaps-of-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4628441384347643146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4628441384347643146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/11/flaps-of-butterflies.html' title='flaps of the butterflies.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t167/andreanabananaz/emoticons/th_ththlove-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-2935800004871637122</id><published>2011-10-31T13:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:54:11.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>falling in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9_TtfQJ9pc/Tq7i8OYP4jI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pcV72WYobys/s400/photo-16.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669718505185862194" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzsjkdfK8i0/Tq7i8Sbx5YI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wvOyL2RW3xY/s400/photo-17.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669718506274416002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't you just love it when someone actually thinks about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-2935800004871637122?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2935800004871637122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/falling-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2935800004871637122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2935800004871637122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/falling-in.html' title='falling in.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9_TtfQJ9pc/Tq7i8OYP4jI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pcV72WYobys/s72-c/photo-16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-4871172098154712582</id><published>2011-10-30T03:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T05:42:16.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sticky note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeKMRZ7L4KM/Tq0as0-lHGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Czy9H0sMVdM/s400/388727_108320849280420_100003075171618_70465_1209607121_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669216863367011426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last friday night.. i had my first ever halloween party. huy invited me, i invited daisy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to come along with me because i didn't want to go alone. dressed up as a genie, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most of the people mistook me as jasmine. danced the whole time, drank cups o' fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;punch, ate cookies &amp;amp; fat philly. met handsome hunks and pretty chicks. drunkards, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xG555w-k_q8/Tq0bcyRapNI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ISD_WaSgeaE/s400/photo-14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669217687274431698" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9bI7WVXTW4/Tq0bcl_dgII/AAAAAAAAAkU/_lAVdcDga_4/s400/photo-15.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669217683977896066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday, second snowfall AND first blizzard i've ever experienced. thick snow, cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wind, snow angels and snow ball fights. but honestly, i'm getting sick of the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weather. i just want some sun. without the sun, everything just seems so gloomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm gonna hit the sheets now, too sleepy, too tired, i'm all drained out. nuh-night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-4871172098154712582?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4871172098154712582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/sticky-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4871172098154712582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4871172098154712582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/sticky-note.html' title='sticky note.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeKMRZ7L4KM/Tq0as0-lHGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Czy9H0sMVdM/s72-c/388727_108320849280420_100003075171618_70465_1209607121_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-1310756662652246874</id><published>2011-10-28T02:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T02:38:52.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cloud nine with a twist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7NZ9r2BTVU/TqpNIBGFt0I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Tc-Nvvi05rQ/s400/x2_8fe322b.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668427881127458626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so.. i just lost my ucard. it just gets better and better. i have such awesome luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i swear if i were to lose anymore things, i'd punch myself in the face. damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoqgzoBuHhg/TqpNGfPQLVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/lgXmeEo_6jQ/s400/photo-13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668427854859218258" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2Qt9L1H1c/TqpNGX1q7UI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uNC38u1-p5k/s400/photo-10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668427852872871234" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6vzCjDzIff0/TqpNHNTeYPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/hfvkvXPR6Mk/s400/photo-12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668427867224957170" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHLMSM0hid0/TqpNHWvyC1I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Tf2oMIFm34o/s400/photo-11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668427869759605586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i saw my first snowfall yesterday! as soon as i get the message from my housemate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that it was snowing, i jumped off the couch, looked at the window, put on my coat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wore my boots and ran outside like i was a ninja. the moment i stepped outside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was magical, i'm telling you. made &amp;amp; threw my first snowball too! yup, magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; sang for me. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/Sinine/emoticons/bigblush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-1310756662652246874?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/1310756662652246874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/cloud-nine-with-twist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/1310756662652246874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/1310756662652246874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/cloud-nine-with-twist.html' title='cloud nine with a twist.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7NZ9r2BTVU/TqpNIBGFt0I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Tc-Nvvi05rQ/s72-c/x2_8fe322b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-4344306062598796772</id><published>2011-10-27T07:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T07:22:32.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly captured.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last night was probably the best night after a while. wheat pasta with alfredo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sauce, green tea latte, late night studying at lydon library, that shy american&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guy who gave me a pencil and took care of my things, &amp;amp; deep talks with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldn't ask for anything better, thank you for opening up &amp;amp; letting me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and as if this isn't obvious enough already.. i like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 17px; height: 15px;" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x248/Lizzie__01/Emoticons/In_Love.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-4344306062598796772?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x248/Lizzie__01/Emoticons/th_In_Love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7602486572821253125</id><published>2011-10-25T22:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:32:20.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever will be, will be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n7TiFlxdpls/Tqd3w-rggyI/AAAAAAAAAik/0410HulTlEo/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B10-25-11%2Bat%2B10.50%2BPM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667630339411968802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and in case you're wondering, i've been swamped with assignments and homeworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomorrow, i have a try-out test for GRE. wish me luck for the math part because..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man, i dislike math like no other. to top my wonderful plate of sundae, i'm being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haunted by complications. hell, i should've known better. but that's what i always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say. what's new. i guess tonight, i'm letting go of the excessive baggage that i've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picked up. focus.. yes i need to focus. oh and the weather is so not helping at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's been getting colder and according to the weather application on my iPhone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it'll only get worse this week. yay. now i know why people say the weather can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really affects your mood. i've been feeling depressed, lonely &amp;amp; whatnot. pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but anyway, i bought halloween costumes today! not one but two. call me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just lost my train of thoughts. so i'm just gonna watch some movies to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;myself feel better. before i go though, i'd like to share this quotes to you ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"calling when you say you're going to call is the very first brick in the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;house you are building of love and trust. if he can't lay this &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;one stupid &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;brick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;down, you ain't never gonna have a house, baby. and it's cold outside."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"cut your losses and don't waste your time. why stay in some weird dating&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;limbo when you can move on to what will surely be better territory?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;okay.. fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe these are more for me. because i'm apparently i'm the one with an air-head.&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/3249541331819325202-7602486572821253125?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n7TiFlxdpls/Tqd3w-rggyI/AAAAAAAAAik/0410HulTlEo/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B10-25-11%2Bat%2B10.50%2BPM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-5244074313400137115</id><published>2011-10-23T14:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T14:01:38.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i lost my money. what else now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-5244074313400137115?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3646498011812981977</id><published>2011-10-23T13:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:22:53.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how come when you like a guy a lot, they don't text you? how come when you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like a guy, they don't treat you like they did on day one? yeah. how come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i deserve better than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3646498011812981977?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-1096317597851644953</id><published>2011-10-21T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:15:15.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just stop it right here. stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-1096317597851644953?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/1096317597851644953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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center;"&gt;girl.. i don't know what's your problem with me, but lay off me. i don't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anything against you, never did anything to hurt you. for God's sake, i barely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know you. all was well, until who knows what happened, we stopped talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i kinda have an idea of what's probably going on, but let's just assume that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm right. you're older than me, you should've known better than to just hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one side of the story. just because one person (or more, who knows) told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you one thing, that doesn't make what you heard legit. i mean come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everybody knows there's two sides in everything. i can live with all the bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stares, the stupid whispers and all that thrash, honestly. but just a piece of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;advice, don't make yourself look even more pathetic by indirectly posting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things about me. again, i'm assuming, but whatever. if you do have anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or problem against me, come and talk to me. sounds cliche as shit, but really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-6925501577502375995?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6925501577502375995/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-6438751228953836068</id><published>2011-10-20T00:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T01:12:43.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear God, i don't know if this is meant to be, but i know this happens for a reason.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't know why, or what i did to be given a chance to meet someone like him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know me the best. it's been less than a month, but i'm beginning to like this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;guy. i don't want to get hurt, but i hope this will work to the point that it stings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;please, help me out. if this is meant to be, guide me through this. if this is not,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;please help me to understand why. but i really, really do wish this will work out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;because i really, really, really do like him. above all, thank You for this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-6438751228953836068?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6438751228953836068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7686911897701326682</id><published>2011-10-19T00:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:38:06.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>words of love from mama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQiLUni_rAM/Tp7suzBxDZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/tuSfbnt4a1c/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665225669994417554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you are beautiful and smart, you've got everything. you're not a beggar, so don't ever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;beg for someone's love. if he can't respect you, treat you the way you should be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;treated or treasure you, leave. there's someone out there that is better."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;either home during winter break and have a family vacation, or go on an adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by myself. to be honest, both sound tempting. but for now, studies come first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;here's to sleepless nights, countless articles to read and brighter future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7686911897701326682?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7686911897701326682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-words-of-my-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7686911897701326682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7686911897701326682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-words-of-my-mother.html' title='words of love from mama.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQiLUni_rAM/Tp7suzBxDZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/tuSfbnt4a1c/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-907785094307270951</id><published>2011-10-18T23:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:52:00.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's always like this. just when i thought i could open up to someone, they will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;always, ALWAYS, end up hurting me. this is stupid, and i am done with these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people who won't appreciate me and my efforts to put my heart and myself out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there. i am done being a doormat, the girl who always fall for the traps and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bullshits, and all the complications that come with getting to know a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm saving myself, my future and you, are not going to be part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-907785094307270951?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/907785094307270951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/907785094307270951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/907785094307270951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/end.html' title='end.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-9017554769475325917</id><published>2011-10-18T00:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T01:19:00.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unfolding my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBftr1ex3yM/Tp0K3HUjCkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iHdtcG5IQ4c/s1600/photo-5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBftr1ex3yM/Tp0K3HUjCkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iHdtcG5IQ4c/s400/photo-5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664695848276265538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it seems unfair for me to somehow being negative all the time towards you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight, i've decided to open up a little bit more to you. so don't hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.18AM&lt;/b&gt;: on a second thought, forget about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-9017554769475325917?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/9017554769475325917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/unfolding-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/9017554769475325917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/9017554769475325917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/unfolding-my-heart.html' title='unfolding my heart.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBftr1ex3yM/Tp0K3HUjCkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iHdtcG5IQ4c/s72-c/photo-5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7682280809984449359</id><published>2011-10-17T01:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:16:57.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little too crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JukAZy6JpdI/TpxG2X4g3uI/AAAAAAAAAhg/MSFlnm5LJsI/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664480331263172322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;constantly replaying the same voice mail over and over again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;peeking on my cellphone every now and then hoping to see a text&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from you.. staring at your smile for minutes while smiling to myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought it'd be easy to just pass you off like i did to any other guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like you, for that i'm afraid. even though you can be a weirdo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a little crazy.. i hope this would turn into something better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7682280809984449359?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7682280809984449359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7873316061056401747</id><published>2011-10-16T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:58:59.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>complications.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know.. i don't get it, never will get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guys are confusing bunch of human beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7873316061056401747?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7873316061056401747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sun is out today. i woke up late &amp;amp; i was supposed to go for my volunteer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;work today, but i missed it. yup. i missed it. the dude came and (tried) to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pick me up at 8.30 but no.. i was still snoozing away. woke up and started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;panicking like nuts only to find out from sokny that i don't have to go there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anymore and that she'll see me next week for the next volunteer work. damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i sent her and the dude (i hope he's not cute, lol) each a long ass text message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that's about it. i'm left with no other plan for my weekend. God I must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be the boringest person alive. perhaps i'll just take a stroll to the river...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but anyway.. i hope your weekend is going better than mine! God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3275627891066688234?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3275627891066688234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3275627891066688234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3275627891066688234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-weekend.html' title='never weekend.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-5396181730684049425</id><published>2011-10-14T20:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:36:34.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rule of thumb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"if someone wants to talk to you, if someone wants to communicate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if someone wants to make things work.. then they'll find a way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-5396181730684049425?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/5396181730684049425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/rule-of-thumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/5396181730684049425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/5396181730684049425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/rule-of-thumb.html' title='rule of thumb.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-5991661182644582796</id><published>2011-10-14T11:16:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:42:09.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've never been in such situation for so long. and to my surprise, it's killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't get me wrong, i enjoy the chase, getting to know someone and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's probably me. maybe i'm not ready for this, maybe i'm still stuck in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chains of the past, maybe i'm too naive, maybe i'm.. too scared of the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm putting so much pressure on myself that it hurts. it's hard to want to step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on to another side but at the same time not wanting to get hurt like i did in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the past. i put every single thing under a microscope, over analyzing every&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;single details. this is stupid. i want to be close with you so bad, but i need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to protect myself, my heart. maybe i should listen to the words i'm hearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like you, and because of that fact, i'm terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe i should run away before this gets too far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but God, you're way too good to be true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-5991661182644582796?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/5991661182644582796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/dating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/5991661182644582796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/5991661182644582796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/dating.html' title='dating.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-5136226971377773387</id><published>2011-10-11T09:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:30:00.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>complications.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 248px;" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know why but i always seem to fall for the wrong damn guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;complications. i'm not sure if i can handle anymore of those but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i very well know that i sure don't need any of those in my already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;complicated life. life, please surprise me with something good will ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..before i go insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-5136226971377773387?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/5136226971377773387/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-5506109847590585407</id><published>2011-10-02T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:57:05.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am thankful to be blessed with real friends in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-5506109847590585407?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/5506109847590585407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-thankful-to-be-blessed-with-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/5506109847590585407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/5506109847590585407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-thankful-to-be-blessed-with-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8720200854032740452</id><published>2011-09-28T01:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T02:46:28.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>animalistic side of girls' world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/Photoon9-27-11at1058PM.jpg" width="500" height="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trust me when i say i've been dying to rant and type a whole chunk of words. honestly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i never thought i'd be in this same old shit that i'm in right now. if i were to be my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;old-self, i'd be crying and probably beg my parents to let me get a transfer or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i find it stupid how some people that are older than me act like they're some high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school teenagers. i am one of the many people who are strongly against bullying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been bullied before, and trust me, i know the feeling well enough that i wouldn't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never ever, wish for anyone else to feel what i once felt. the feeling is THAT bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know what started this, but i personally think that if you have anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;against me, you should just speak up to me. you don't have the right to just spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out rumors about me like you're spreading peanut butter and jelly. i mean, what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;century are you living in? (and mind if i ask how old are you? yeah.) so last century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it really doesn't make any sense to me, how those people suddenly act so differently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the day before, they were perfectly fine (and friendly) towards me. bullcrap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't appreciate certain people coming into my life, with their stupid crappy masks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acting like they're all sweet, sugar coats all of their words and the next day, they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;act like you're invisible. they say, "&lt;i&gt;those who gossips with you, will gossip about you"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldn't agree more to that. throughout the past few weeks that i've been here i've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;realized that not all people who talk sweetly to you are genuinely sweet. they may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very well be one of those manipulative, hypocrites, two-faced freaks. you won't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until they start to try to break you slowly. i've always known that it isn't easy to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;real, genuine friends. on another hand, i didn't know it would actually be this hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've never been one that has countless of close friends. i tend to push people away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know why, but i guess it's just me. i get annoyed if anyone is getting too close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with me. and if i've pushed you in a way or another, i'm sorry. i don't even know if this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;post makes any sense. bottom-line, i'm afraid of drifting away &amp;amp; i want my friends back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...my real friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8720200854032740452?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8720200854032740452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/09/trust-me-when-i-say-ive-been-dying-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8720200854032740452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8720200854032740452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/09/trust-me-when-i-say-ive-been-dying-to.html' title='animalistic side of girls&apos; world.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8076274609634078811</id><published>2011-09-22T03:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T03:59:22.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something about confidence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1krDLcYjDj8/Tnrf4yOgRWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/0Y4OM-E7UMw/s1600/original_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1krDLcYjDj8/Tnrf4yOgRWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/0Y4OM-E7UMw/s640/original_image.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi, everyone! in case any of you is wondering, i've been doing fine. although &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes the chilly weather, homeworks, articles, and assignments are trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to kill me.. i'm fine. i'm slowly getting used to everything. what frustrates me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is that, being here, it's so different compared to being in my hometown or even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;singapore, in a good &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; bad way. but, i can honestly say that i like it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, attended glee club's first karaoke night. it was fun, but one thing about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it though, is that the only way you can shut everybody in the room out is by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;singing your heart out. like literally, you have to stun them with your voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;otherwise, it'd be like a market place, shopping center, plaza, school, all jumbled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up into one. it was so noisy that you have to shout while talking just so the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;person can hear you. apart from all that, i had a good time. blushed several times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(something that i haven't been doing for quite a while, btw) because this cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;officer of glee club was around. hahaha! oh good Lord, when will i learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see, my initial plan was to sing jason mraz's 'i'm yours', but since somebody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;called dibs on it first, i ended up doing a duet with su young. the song? 'love story'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by taytay. it wasn't so bad actually, i just think it could be better. oh well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had fun. that's what matter more, right? right. note to self, be more confident!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moving on. skyped with mama right after i came home to my apartment. was telling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her about how su has so many admirers and yet i have none. nada. nil. zero. it's depressing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you know? trying to look at it in a more positive way, i guess it's not my time yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then again, being single for almost 2 years is depressing! i mean, the whole situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will somehow bring all these thoughts about "is there something wrong with me?",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"what should i do to make someone like me?" and all other unnecessary stupid thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but to think again, i'd rather be single than to go through all shitty the things that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've gone through in the past. no more of being a doormat, third person or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mmm, well, it's about twenty minutes to four in the morning and i have a class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at eleven past thirty. i better drag my tired ass to my bed. being absent is NOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an option. yup! i'm not risking my chance of getting a green card, hahaha! till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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confidence.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1krDLcYjDj8/Tnrf4yOgRWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/0Y4OM-E7UMw/s72-c/original_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3118463539381573162</id><published>2011-08-31T22:46:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:00:43.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the start of something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boo-hoo! first post after weeks is finally here! won't be posting dozens of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;words though, it's like 11.38pm right now. but since my dear pussy puss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friend requested, i'm gonna play nice and post something. lol, just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been having orientations this past three days. today's is the best! saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so many hot dudes and hunks at the bbq and club fair. more than i've ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seen anywhere in my life, i tell you. and paul.. was like.. ah never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's the first night i'm staying in my apartment tonight.. along with my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;room-mate, Mabel. the cutesy girl is from hong kong. i still have tons of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things to buy and trust me, it gets very, very overwhelming. what more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the new places, cultures, etc.. &amp;amp; classes are starting TOMORROW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'd go nuts if mum isn't here, thank God she's here. anyway, first class will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be at 11.30am tomorrow at wannalancit building. funny name, you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"wanna-lance-it" lol. the other girls and i love to make fun of it, hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/August%202011/DSC04516.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 345px;" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/August%202011/DSC04516.jpg" 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{}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 345px;" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/August%202011/DSC04508.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alright, bed time. thank me later, puss. hehehe. nuhnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3118463539381573162?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3118463539381573162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/09/start-of-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7423812131136996972</id><published>2011-07-30T12:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T12:52:40.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>broken but not defeated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/run.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, seems like i've not been updating this blog for years! i'm back with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;splashes of exciting things to share, hehe. i am left with 18 days left (soon to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be 17 days) until my departure. i'm going to the united states of america! can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you believe it! couldn't either! all my thank yous to my parents and Jesus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few months back, i remember how i've struggled to get my parents to allow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me to study psychology, and now, i'm just a few more days away from a new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chapter of my life. everything seems surreal. i still have a whole lad'a stuffs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to pack, and of course, buy. i'm aware that all of the expenses that my dad is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about to spend on me will sum up to an amount that is equal to a bomb. not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy about it at all, but i can only promise them one thing. i will make them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;proud, by making something out of myself. won't be so soon, but i'll do all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that i can. cause after all, i can never repay what they've done to me. never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;days are going by faster. i pray to God that i'll make it. don't worry mum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't worry dad. i'll prove you wrong, and make you proud. i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7423812131136996972?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7423812131136996972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/07/broken-but-not-defeated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7423812131136996972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7423812131136996972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/07/broken-but-not-defeated.html' title='broken but not defeated.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-443807902670133819</id><published>2011-03-04T08:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:01:36.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rock-bottom? better not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/mer-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why hello you. it's been over a month since i'm back in my hometown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how have i been doing you may ask? i've been good, been better though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;same old boring me and my now boring life. i'm getting tired of the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;old routines though. i mean, i miss school. i miss having lectures early in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the morning, i miss hanging out with friends, i miss having a life that's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alive. know what i mean? i don't exactly know what i really want to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;across through this post, but i just feel caged at the moment. to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that we're living in a huge world, with plenty of places to see, billions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of people to meet.. those facts just hit me (along with imaginary frying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pan) on the face. and also the (another) fact that i'll be 21 by december&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is totally scaring me. God knows i have always been having problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with age and birthdays. i mean it scares me how time flies by so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faster that it did before. or maybe not, perhaps it's just me, but still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just wish this whole university thing will be settled fast. i can't wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get back to studying, meet new people, see new things. i can't wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hopefully at least one of my applications will be accepted. just one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-443807902670133819?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3286708774006904671</id><published>2011-03-03T06:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T07:25:10.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reconnected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/dive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i'm honored that you still consider me as the person that you'd&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;tell your stories to, silly girl. doesn't matter that we're now miles away,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;you're still one of my bests. i'm glad we had the short conversation today.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;love you always, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n82/Val_Strife/Emoticons/blowkiss.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3286708774006904671?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3286708774006904671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/03/reconnected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3286708774006904671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3286708774006904671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/03/reconnected.html' title='reconnected.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n82/Val_Strife/Emoticons/th_blowkiss.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-9117966484565760382</id><published>2011-03-02T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:29:13.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if, always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"if two past lovers can remain friends, it's either&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;that they are still in love or never were."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;guess i've always been in love with you...&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/3249541331819325202-9117966484565760382?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/9117966484565760382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/9117966484565760382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/9117966484565760382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-always.html' title='if, always.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3532091203623451016</id><published>2011-02-28T01:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T01:18:45.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/jeremygilbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 550px;" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/jeremygilbert.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jeremy gilbert... &lt;img src="http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq106/Selina_catz/emoticons/swoon-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3532091203623451016?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3532091203623451016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/swoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3532091203623451016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3532091203623451016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/swoon.html' title='swoon.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq106/Selina_catz/emoticons/th_swoon-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-4554393734789671957</id><published>2011-02-23T22:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:35:45.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby kodi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/33486_10150089006816224_638571223_7529520_8306413_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/150314_10150104505876224_638571223_7759753_6742662_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/183017_10150159739541224_638571223_8550470_8259347_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/39517_10150089009246224_638571223_7529549_2528083_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby kodi, daughter of Dylan Corey Nickerson and Kayla Regnier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she has grown so much! definitely a happy baby and a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this little cutie is apparently in a johnson baby photo contest on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;facebook. it'd be nice if you could cast your vote by clicking &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/johnsonsbabycanada/entry/114140?=f1alco"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehehe, and that's little baby kodi cuteness for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c229/saila279/emotes/Emoticons___Tongue.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS: photo credits to Dylan Corey Nickerson.&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/3249541331819325202-4554393734789671957?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4554393734789671957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-kodi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4554393734789671957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4554393734789671957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-kodi.html' title='baby kodi.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c229/saila279/emotes/th_Emoticons___Tongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-2140329824508472639</id><published>2011-02-17T10:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T10:25:54.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>speed of dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rncf5G0gJNw/TV08o3-89-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/AC7nB8SHlmg/s1600/pinkbeetlebarbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rncf5G0gJNw/TV08o3-89-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/AC7nB8SHlmg/s400/pinkbeetlebarbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574678586674968546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TobBDf5vRQ/TV08P8YaobI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2Uo3aD7GEls/s1600/pinkbeetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TobBDf5vRQ/TV08P8YaobI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2Uo3aD7GEls/s400/pinkbeetle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574678158358782386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm never a fan of beetles, any of it's species. but this one is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prettiest beetle alive. one day i'll ride you, baby! real beetles still suck, btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd212/LappySais/EMOTICONS/kiss.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-2140329824508472639?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2140329824508472639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/speed-of-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2140329824508472639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2140329824508472639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/speed-of-dreams.html' title='speed of dreams.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rncf5G0gJNw/TV08o3-89-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/AC7nB8SHlmg/s72-c/pinkbeetlebarbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8309389615899649710</id><published>2011-02-16T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:30:32.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>misses and memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjZsTB1Sano/TVvd8tF4DfI/AAAAAAAAAes/2mfFBmqy2b8/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjZsTB1Sano/TVvd8tF4DfI/AAAAAAAAAes/2mfFBmqy2b8/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574292998767250930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss singapore, i miss my friends &amp;amp; everything that i left back there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know what? i guess i left a little of my heart in singapore after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8309389615899649710?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8309389615899649710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/misses-and-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8309389615899649710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8309389615899649710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/misses-and-memories.html' title='misses and memories.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjZsTB1Sano/TVvd8tF4DfI/AAAAAAAAAes/2mfFBmqy2b8/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-159015451173835731</id><published>2011-02-15T00:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T02:16:38.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deeper than the ocean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qq0ZR9L0004/TVoj2z214bI/AAAAAAAAAcU/hC8HVmOZlgQ/s400/blog1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqO1nRCeyPo/TVolK04kvXI/AAAAAAAAAek/VagW3e0OQDc/s400/blog19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tc7_PbtdVBM/TVolKpoLvzI/AAAAAAAAAec/N293FsZkAGk/s400/blog18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6RhLcB1wK-w/TVolKRCbcmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/r_eNxunh6zs/s400/blog17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vv1XCe6kcc/TVolKCvubBI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tjIYzSW-KNs/s400/blog16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UP38gy9vs8I/TVokkXWLsJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-GK-awExDY0/s400/blog15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzA332kZObs/TVokkOE1jqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JDu2uYMYHDs/s400/blog14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFjjF7CPZqU/TVokj9AfjAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tqXFJgq7IsQ/s400/blog13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zcn_1QWG3M/TVokjnGUGKI/AAAAAAAAAds/L3sivhbnGK0/s400/blog12.jpg" img="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2doVy_4GnQ/TVokOo3BptI/AAAAAAAAAdc/jfSvM9ctpWw/s400/blog10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07eh1a0qiy8/TVokOm4DULI/AAAAAAAAAdU/xDe8W_JrNkY/s400/blog9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0puOcyzCQB4/TVokOChmG8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/uZEBZw8LQ9A/s400/blog8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tOzP64hYvVo/TVokNudHcAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/0uU_krAxGHU/s400/blog7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4UWTRTAv6rw/TVokNHtGzGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nxIOi5RzAH0/s400/blog6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJkaXOMnLxM/TVoj3pQACjI/AAAAAAAAAc0/CXNIjLR_VeU/s400/blog5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nCM2Ux0AlLI/TVoj3sGw8AI/AAAAAAAAAcs/b0A3td-a3NQ/s400/blog4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tcKQrSF96p4/TVoj3c8O6FI/AAAAAAAAAck/IH_SWESO4WI/s400/blog3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-boWm8MNXmQg/TVoj3J8THGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nrsumiDHr1s/s400/blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the girls that got my back, since high school. the ones who would squeezed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;themselves into the same cubicle that i'm sobbing in. i miss you, ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i454.photobucket.com/albums/qq262/cca31/Emoticons/947d12614123017aa62238db807845b2.gif" div="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-159015451173835731?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/159015451173835731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/deeper-than-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/159015451173835731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/159015451173835731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/deeper-than-ocean.html' title='deeper than the ocean.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qq0ZR9L0004/TVoj2z214bI/AAAAAAAAAcU/hC8HVmOZlgQ/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-2051998729553222457</id><published>2011-02-10T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:12:01.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am in love. deeply in love with God. :)&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/3249541331819325202-2051998729553222457?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2051998729553222457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2051998729553222457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2051998729553222457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8262703781591283347</id><published>2011-01-31T03:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T04:20:10.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as confused as I'll ever be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/TUZ5K-J-OBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AFp3mpTxsns/s1600/cella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/TUZ5K-J-OBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AFp3mpTxsns/s400/cella.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568271218680674322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well i guess this is the part of my life, where i'm confused about what i'm going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be or what i'm going to do with my life. i've seen many movies, stories that tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;such similar scenario as what i'm going through but i never thought that it would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be this hard. it's like i'm trying to swim back to the shores, but the waves keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pulling me back into the water. one day all seems well, one day things fall apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it has always been hard for me to speak my mind out to my parents. i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's what i get for being away from them during most of my teenage days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the thing that bothers me so much is that, because of my inability to tell my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;parents about what i want and what are my plans, i've been living someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;else's life and that brought me to practically nowhere in my life. you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when my parents told me to not go into republic polytechnic, i listened to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the witch and my parents told me to move to adam international &lt;i&gt;fake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;university and take business management instead, i listened to them. but after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all those listening and obeying what they say, look where i am now? i'm far from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;being happy, far from earning income, far from what i want to be in my life. and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;believe it or not right now if i don't stand on my ground, i'm about to listen to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what they're telling me to do, again. sometimes i feel like jumping off a cliff &amp;amp; die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the fact that my parents never do their own research and won't take what i say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously sickens me to the bottommost core. i'm sick of them, listening to only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what other people say. i'm sick of them, looking for the fast lane in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't they ever learn their lessons? don't they ever realize that they're wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't want to, i am not interested in business studies or studying in china.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know why my parents, are so obsessed about china, but they need to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;realize that i am not them, and they are not me. that i need to start living my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life, not theirs. i know, all the past studies have drained a huge loads of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am aware of that, but they should stop blaming it on me, because i didn't choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of those things. when i mention about this to them, all i get is utter bullcraps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about me, not telling them what i want or me didn't put any effort to disagree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with them. when the fact is, i did, for many many times, i have tried. but no,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they refused to listen to me. yet right now, when i'm trying to speak out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what i want, they don't even want to listen to me. what the f is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so pa, ma, if you're reading this, give me the chance to study what i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;give me the chance to do what i like and what i've planned. i promise you that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i won't disappoint you. i know the risks, but i am willing to take it. that's how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;badly i want this. i don't wanna take another wrong step. not now. i need to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;start mending my life. i need to start doing something about me. i need this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8262703781591283347?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8262703781591283347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-confused-as-ill-ever-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8262703781591283347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at this point of my life, i'm beginning to think that boys are just a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most of them have only been giving me hard times, tears, and more hard times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing good. with this view, it's easier for me to focus on my goals &amp;amp; work towards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it. they say, "&lt;i&gt;push away whatever that's hurting you&lt;/i&gt;". and so, i'm pushing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and more of those &lt;i&gt;you's&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3921957059687791103?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8128547167889001376</id><published>2011-01-24T03:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T03:35:24.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>man and boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/TT05wD5_5II/AAAAAAAAAcA/DO_69xauWv8/s1600/bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/TT05wD5_5II/AAAAAAAAAcA/DO_69xauWv8/s400/bm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565668212344874114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if there's anything that i've realized today, it'd be the differences between men and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boys. i had such a great photoshoot today, with a photographer called, P. it's my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first outdoor shoot after quite some time. but i had such a great time, no doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now, i haven't met P anywhere in my life, today is the first time. there's something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that i realized when I was with him, and that'd be how he treated me, and how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of my other guy friends treated me. he helped me to carry my bag, show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;obvious concern when i was about to faint, got me a glass of water for me to drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i seemed dehydrated, walked me to the taxi stand, opened the taxi door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for me, and blahblahblah. i know, you'd probably give me remarks like, "oh you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;barely know him" and others similar remarks. but, you're missing my point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of those girls that i know, have been putting up with terrible treatments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by their guy friends, or even boyfriends, yet, they still choose to stick around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them, ignoring the fact that they're slowly losing their dignity and self-respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what i'm trying to say is that, stop putting up with shitty treatments by boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you know damn well don't deserve you. know that there are men out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there, that will respect you and treat you the way you should be treated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and those are the men that you want to keep. not ones that constantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;make you feel bad, argue with you or not respecting you, in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trust me when i say, the feeling when you meet a man and a boy, is really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;different. besides, by leaving all those boys behind you, you're respecting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yourself and more gentlemen will come over your way, guaranteed. don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take anything less than you should be getting. respect yourself, do your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;own thing. before long, you'll have men all lined up for you. no more of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling sad, blue, moody or even angry. satisfaction? guaranteed. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8128547167889001376?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8128547167889001376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/01/man-and-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8128547167889001376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8128547167889001376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2011/01/man-and-boys.html' title='man and boys.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/TT05wD5_5II/AAAAAAAAAcA/DO_69xauWv8/s72-c/bm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-5767968079105518940</id><published>2011-01-04T06:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T06:29:11.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"when we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grow up. our answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;were things like astronaut, president or in my case, princess. when we were ten,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;they asked again and we answered, rock star, cowboy or in my case, gold medalist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. well, how 'bout this... who&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the hell knows?! this isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions. it's time to make&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mistakes. take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. fall in love - a lot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make ca career out of that. change&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;your mind. then change it again, because nothing is permanent. so make as many&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mistakes as you can. that way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we won't have to guess. we'll know."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;- Jessica, Twilight Eclipse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've made my mistakes, I've chosen the wrong turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even though it's not easy to make amends for what's been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;done, I'll stand on my ground because it's now or never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-5767968079105518940?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-1499922049986221925</id><published>2011-01-01T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:24:58.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/TR__o4pKMrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Hgmv73iqqG4/s400/Back.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557441543063351986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the mermaid is back. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v716/fallen_angel_beckons/Emoticons/wink.gif" /&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/3249541331819325202-1499922049986221925?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/TR__o4pKMrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Hgmv73iqqG4/s72-c/Back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-2861848345867462121</id><published>2010-08-12T22:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:07:03.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bulls and a cow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;come to think of it, i don't relate to the song &lt;i&gt;i love the way you lie&lt;/i&gt; by eminem ft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rihanna, &lt;b&gt;at all&lt;/b&gt;. because, i never liked the way it hurts and i most certainly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't love the way you lie! took me months to get myself around this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now, i'm getting my head out of the clouds, i'm bringing it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down to the water where it belongs. i'm moving on, finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but this time, it's for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-2861848345867462121?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2861848345867462121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/08/bulls-and-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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know, i really don't know how to run away from this anymore. all i know is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is killing me slowly. i know that this is wrong. i know i shouldn't be this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way. i know i should stop. i tried to stop. but the more i'm trying to pull myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;away from you, there's nothing i can do to stop my mind from thinking about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you every single day. so then i tried to reach you again, but all the things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the past just came back rushing in at me again. drowning me and now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm suffocating. knowing that you're the only one that has ever treated me the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way you do, and the fact that i can never have you like i did in the past, it feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like as if every single atoms in my body is burning and turning into ashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;honestly, i don't know if i'm making any sense at all. i realized that i shouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be feeling this way anymore long before today. but i'm still too attached to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you (and perhaps still loving you more than i realize) to say "be happy" and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go on our separate ways. this is insane. this is as crazy as killing myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"just gonna stand there and watch me burn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;well that's alright because i like the way it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;just gonna stand there and hear me cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;well that's alright because i love the way you lie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what have i gotten myself into? snap out of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-4688642833508474589?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-2314020681744296724</id><published>2010-08-08T06:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T08:11:29.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you made a rebel out of careless man's careful daughter,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you are the best thing that's ever been mine."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to not type one whole chunk-o-words. but if i do, sorry, there's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just too many things in my mind going around like a carousel and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm getting dizzy. so i guess i'll just vomit the words out and be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talked on the phone with qim's mom earlier in the evening. it was only a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two minutes talk, but it's really good to know that she's doing good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she was telling me about the fact that she's going to make a &lt;i&gt;baju kebaya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out of the cloths that was bought by qim's aunt for me. there will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a wedding in october, which is qim's cousin's, that i am somehow invited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to. and for that, they bought cloths and all to make a &lt;i&gt;kebaya&lt;/i&gt; for me. i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;honestly don't think they should go through all the trouble for me. cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really, they could just invite qim's new girlfriend or whatever. but out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of basic courtesy, i won't reject the offer. besides, they're like a family to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me. i can't wait to see them this september and tell them lots of stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on another note, i don't know what's up with my dad these past years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's been... different. unlike the dad that i knew way back then, he's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;far more worse now. i don't know why. sad to know that he changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on a lighter note, i've been doing a cover on miley cyrus' stay. can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wait to record it and see what my friends have to say about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been crooning to taylor swift's mine. she has never failed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to make me fall in love with all her amazing songs. and just so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know, the quote up above is for &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;, m. i'm so random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till then, have a good week ahead, sweet&amp;amp;bitterhearts! xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-2314020681744296724?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2314020681744296724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/08/mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2314020681744296724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2314020681744296724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/08/mine.html' title='mine.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-6012193180896322490</id><published>2010-08-05T01:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:40:07.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fly away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if there's one thing that i've learned today, it'd be something about men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they want what they can't have. they love challenges. and if a girl decides on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;being too easy to get, chances are either she won't get him or she'll only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be used by the guy until someone better comes along. that's men for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when you decide to be strong, hold your own ground and not just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"give yourself away" so easily to the guy that you like. if they like you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they will chase you, you just have to enjoy your life and be amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as for my ex-crush, &lt;i&gt;you were too fly then so fly away now&lt;/i&gt;. i have no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;idea as to why i had a crush on you back then. i had a good laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to figure out why i did. because boy, you're out of my league.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha, just kidding. we're better off as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i349.photobucket.com/albums/q382/saldania_photos/lobert_17/smiley_tongue.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-6012193180896322490?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6012193180896322490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/08/fly-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6012193180896322490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6012193180896322490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/08/fly-away.html' title='fly away.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i349.photobucket.com/albums/q382/saldania_photos/lobert_17/th_smiley_tongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3924806085562865633</id><published>2010-08-02T04:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:47:03.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>miss gullible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"then alone i'll wake to my own mistakes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;that it's just a foolish games."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/DSC00246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/DSC00240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/DSC00248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/DSC00239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/DSC00237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/DSC00237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my poor, late brownie. died because of one cruel creature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a human. or maybe not, because he doesn't ever has a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/mad0244.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i remember how brownie used to sleep right beside my bed (in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;box, of course), and gone missing in the morning. i had to drag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my cupboard just to get him out from under it. i miss that cutie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on a lighter note, been quite some time since i spend the whole day at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home. usually, i'd be outside with mom and will only come back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home after six in the evening. but today while everyone is outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm home, with my tooshies glued to the chair, hogging the laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomorrow is a big day though. mom will be doing an event for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her cooking stuffs. my cousin and i will be there as vips. not fun at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all, because we'll be going around and introducing items, and get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the customers to buy. something like a sales person. not so vip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after all. but mom has been working on this for some time. so i'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just do my best &amp;amp; try not to disappoint her. i'm not good at it, see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mmh, been thinking of some people back there in singapore. from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all that thinking, i realized that there are people that i thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were my friends, but they actually, are not my friends. because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friends don't make use of each other, right? they don't just forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you like that, or ever, right? well i was gullible. that will have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;change. so if you consider yourself my friend, please act like one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, august is here. just one more month till i'm back in sg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, hopefully. have a good month ahead, ya'll! hugs &amp;amp; kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3924806085562865633?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-4811625415079364853</id><published>2010-07-21T00:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:27:04.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>north carolina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i think i dream and want a little too much. but i can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, i stumbled upon this tumblr, owned by a beautiful girl called tima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that tumblr is actually dedicated to her boyfriend, steven. unlike other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tumblrs (and so very much unlike mine) hers is only filled with pictures of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her and her other half, steven. very sweet pictures, some even got me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smiling to myself. making me look like a bigger idiot than i already am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay i just cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moving on. so, they basically reminded me of where i was just a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;months back. they reminded me of someone that was once mine, or so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought. or maybe he was never mine,  considering the fact that he's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;already married (i didn't know it at first, don't get me wrong). it's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i believe every girl in this earth, even those female aliens out there in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;universe would want to meet what is well known as "the other half". one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that'll shower you with much love unconditionally, one that will do anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just to make you smile, and all that sweet things. i thought i've found mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after the long and hurtful waits. but as usual, i was wrong. but however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm probably a few steps closer to meeting that right guy. if you ask me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about this, i will forever be full of doubts. because for each single time i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;start believing that one day i will have my own happy ending story to tell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's when some jerk will just crush all my hopes and i'm back with none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it has always been that way and i don't know if the story will ever change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know God has a bigger plan, but not knowing about the future is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;killing me slowly. faith. yes, i'm in need of that. i'll just keep on praying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;praying that one day i may finally meet the one person that i can call my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;own other half. i thank you tima &amp;amp; steven, for giving me a glimpse of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-4811625415079364853?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4811625415079364853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/07/north-carolina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4811625415079364853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/4811625415079364853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/07/north-carolina.html' title='north carolina.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8838957424773752311</id><published>2010-07-20T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:19:33.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>too much to think.</title><content type='html'>i think.. i need a life. a life where i can do something fun and carefree.&lt;div&gt;i think.. i've grown to love singapore more than i plan to. i don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think.. singlehood isn't so bad afterall. in fact, i think i'm enjoying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think.. i'm sick of martabak keju already, but i still have those in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think.. i thought too low of myself and that is not good. i need help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a loser for ending each sentence with a dot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why? i don't know why either. i need a life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8838957424773752311?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8838957424773752311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8838957424773752311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8838957424773752311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think.html' title='too much to think.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-9048343748378512498</id><published>2010-07-19T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T09:37:13.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hold onto myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"be strong now, because things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;it might be stormy now, but it can't rain forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3850123881486854477</id><published>2010-07-16T00:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T01:05:14.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>with every tear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been up earlier than the past few days today. mainly it's because of mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though, ha. she was asking me how to turn the iphone off. couldn't get back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to sleep again after that, and obviously, mom wouldn't allow me to, doh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently crooning to amanda seyfriend's little house. such haunting voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sitting here, wondering what do i want to do with my life, what have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i done with my life, and all that. if i see it from my parents' view, perhaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm just a failure. no, i'm not just being emotional or whatever not. it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just that, thinking back, i never really do anything meaningful in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not that i don't want to do anything, see. sometimes you just want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do so much, so much that you don't even know where to begin. that's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what happening. looking deeper, i'm not much of a good example either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;times like this, i just want to cry my heart out. then again, what's the use?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've come to a conclusion that, i'll just do whatever i can to be the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that i could and keep the suicide or whatever nonsense thought away from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;myself. i'm sure if i bring myself closer to God like i used to last time, i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can go through this. i'm just too far, too far away. it's sad that when people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say, "&lt;i&gt;you can always reach out to your family, when you're sad or happy&lt;/i&gt;",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it doesn't really apply to yourself. at this point of time, i'm referring to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;myself, by the way. i can't talk to my parents or my little brother if there's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anything in my mind. if i did, they'll just take it wrongly. it has always been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like this. guess this is why i prefer to be quiet and keep things to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how i wish Father is here to tell me what to do and where i should go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from here. i wish i can just talk to someone that would understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one that actually care to listen to what i have to say. but it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know He's always with me. I'm strong, and i know i'll be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3850123881486854477?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3850123881486854477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/07/with-every-tear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3850123881486854477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3850123881486854477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/07/with-every-tear.html' title='with every tear.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8716610100306380745</id><published>2010-07-14T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:29:02.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not quite spankin' new, but i'm back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8716610100306380745?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8716610100306380745/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3001272226296174596</id><published>2010-04-25T08:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T09:56:00.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"everyone makes mistakes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but at the end of the day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;none of that matters. what matters is how you learned from it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, last night was one hell of a night for me. not in a good way, but in a bad way. i&lt;br /&gt;made one huge mistake and was being overly emotional, like how i was months ago when&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't have acted that way. and i feel terribly low in many ways right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing you earlier yesterday was such a bliss to me. i probably didn't really show it, but&lt;br /&gt;that was probably my favorite time that we had, just the two of us. and i was happy to&lt;br /&gt;have you with me through out the photoshoot. if you weren't there, i probably would be&lt;br /&gt;dead by now, or something close to horrible would happen to me. but things went down&lt;br /&gt;the smelly drain when the photoshoot was over. you know, i spent hours and hours with&lt;br /&gt;your friends. i've been fine all this while with you meeting up with your friends on every&lt;br /&gt;other days when you're not in camp. but for once i wanted to spend time with me as well&lt;br /&gt;as my friends, you failed to do that. i remember those days before we were together, we&lt;br /&gt;would spend hours and hours together. but i don't see so much of that anymore. almost&lt;br /&gt;feel like the fire and excitement are gone, and i don't want that. i miss what used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never thought that you'd have the heart to do what you did to me last night. not&lt;br /&gt;picking up my calls, not being there like you said you would, switching off your phone,&lt;br /&gt;all that reminds me of a terrible relationship that i was once in. i was terrified, of losing&lt;br /&gt;you and that things between us would be over and i'd be left alone again. do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i don't like who i've become at all. i don't like what my past relationships with&lt;br /&gt;boys have turned me into, at all. i miss the girl that i used to be. one that doesn't pay&lt;br /&gt;much mind on these kind of things, one that is never too emotional, one that knows how&lt;br /&gt;to take control of things around her. hundred miles apart from what i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you, guess what happened last night was partly my fault too. i wasn't being fair&lt;br /&gt;with you in a way, for letting my past took the best of me. i let the emotional side of&lt;br /&gt;me took control. i really am sorry for that. but you have to understand, i wouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;like this if you didn't do the things that triggered all that. because the fact that i gave&lt;br /&gt;a chance to let this relationship grows, pretty much explains that i do love you and&lt;br /&gt;i want this relationship to last, as much as you do. please, believe me when i say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much that i want to tell you, that i want to share with you. but you see, i&lt;br /&gt;just don't know how. i hope what happened will bring us even more closer somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i do need you to prove all your words to me and help me to get through this tough&lt;br /&gt;phase that i'm facing. prove to me that you're not the same and that you're for real.&lt;br /&gt;after two series of horrible break ups, i trust you enough to hold my heart. please&lt;br /&gt;handle it like it's your own and not break it, poke it, or whatever. i'm not opening&lt;br /&gt;myself up to you just to get hurt again. you're probably sick of those sentences, i've&lt;br /&gt;been repeating them a lot lately, i know. but this is a huge step to me, &amp;amp; i'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't ask for much, nor do i ask for material things. i just want you to prove to me&lt;br /&gt;that you are for real, and that you are serious with me. i learnt a lot from what&lt;br /&gt;happened last night, and one of the things is that i now know that the love that i&lt;br /&gt;have for you is actually stronger than i thought. so please, let's do this together.&lt;br /&gt;i have more to say, but i guess i'll say the rest when we meet again. te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, Vely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3001272226296174596?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3001272226296174596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3001272226296174596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3001272226296174596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-heart.html' title='my heart.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7452210612345690109</id><published>2010-04-22T03:00:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:41:04.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey you, it's been awhile, i know. sometimes i really want to pour things out into words but&lt;br /&gt;i usually gets so lazy and in the end, not typing any entry at all. but today, i have some'in&lt;br /&gt;to share with all of you. something that really punched my heart and left a huge hole  on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was checkin' my email just a few minutes ago, and found a forwarded email with a title that&lt;br /&gt;seems to be really important. now, i don't usually check my email and read those forwarded&lt;br /&gt;emails. so, i opened the email and i thought it's going to be about some rubbish nonsense and&lt;br /&gt;that i just wasted a few minutes of my life. but no, this actually opened my eyes to the things&lt;br /&gt;that i didn't know before. instead of forwarding the email, which i know most of my friends&lt;br /&gt;won't really open it (they'll probably delete the email instead), i've decided to type and entry&lt;br /&gt;about it. i know for a very long time there are mankind that are very, very cruel. they've&lt;br /&gt;forgotten about the world, and their surroundings and are just too focused on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of those japanese killing dolphins or something at some cave? the one that has a&lt;br /&gt;documentary made about it? well this, is similar. but even more cruel. take a look at these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/1AA2403C49474A56A2FF42BA00F979B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/1E9C1582D1E5448C9263A4F2C3BC74CA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/6AAD019B17B346CB8DC7893E4C8D85A1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/967AC88C6D3B4DC8866BE2508533789A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/192095EFB5F84272BB9C7E3D11473FF8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/AFDC5887BC964B8FB2C1E6F1A094F27C.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/C87D1EF9074240A8854179CC53A995F5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/C7937A580D194E6DA8F6CE697ED455CB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/D3E014356B8D4BF59841E6DF7A0BE487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/F1B3FA6B8E634A04B56A94078FCE76B8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did it somehow pains you to see those photos? let me tell you what those idiots are doing.&lt;br /&gt;those photos are taken at Denmark. heard about the sea water changing colour because&lt;br /&gt;of whatever bullshit about the changing of climate that affects the nature. it's actually&lt;br /&gt;because of cruel creatures (those stupid men in the photos). they're killing hundreds or&lt;br /&gt;maybe thousands of the famous, intelligent, kind-hearted Calderon dolphins! why? it's&lt;br /&gt;because those stupid, rotten-hearted men want to prove that they're adults and mature!&lt;br /&gt;when i read that sentence i seriously feel sick to my stomach. why can't they just fuck&lt;br /&gt;girls (like some angmohs do) &amp;amp; that's that? why must they bloody kill innocent dolphins?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's even worse is that they do this every freakin' year like it's some kind of national day.&lt;br /&gt;bloody fools. most of the "participants" are young teens, that explains why they want to&lt;br /&gt;act macho and prove that they're an adult. #$@%! i'm so furious and i feel like screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this big celebration, nothing is missing for  the fun. Everyone is participating in one way&lt;br /&gt;or the other, killing or  looking at the cruelty “supporting like a spectator”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7452210612345690109?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7452210612345690109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-you-its-been-awhile-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7452210612345690109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7452210612345690109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-you-its-been-awhile-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-6855841559306306033</id><published>2010-04-22T03:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T05:03:47.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>world of shame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey you, it's been awhile, i know. sometimes i really want to pour things out into words but&lt;br /&gt;i usually gets so lazy and in the end, not typing any entry at all. but today, i have some'in&lt;br /&gt;to share with all of you. something that really punched my heart and left a huge hole  on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was checkin' my email just a few minutes ago, and found a forwarded email with a title that&lt;br /&gt;seems to be really important. now, i don't usually check my email and read those forwarded&lt;br /&gt;emails. so, i opened the email and i thought it's going to be about some rubbish nonsense and&lt;br /&gt;that i just wasted a few minutes of my life. but no, this actually opened my eyes to the things&lt;br /&gt;that i didn't know before. instead of forwarding the email, which i know most of my friends&lt;br /&gt;won't really open it (they'll probably delete the email instead), i've decided to type an entry&lt;br /&gt;about it. i know for a very long time there are mankind that are very, very cruel. they've&lt;br /&gt;forgotten about the world, and their surroundings and are just too focused on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of those japanese killing dolphins or something at some cave? the one that has a&lt;br /&gt;documentary made about it? well this, is similar. but even more cruel. take a look at these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/1AA2403C49474A56A2FF42BA00F979B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/1E9C1582D1E5448C9263A4F2C3BC74CA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/6AAD019B17B346CB8DC7893E4C8D85A1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/967AC88C6D3B4DC8866BE2508533789A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/192095EFB5F84272BB9C7E3D11473FF8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/AFDC5887BC964B8FB2C1E6F1A094F27C.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/C87D1EF9074240A8854179CC53A995F5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/C7937A580D194E6DA8F6CE697ED455CB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/D3E014356B8D4BF59841E6DF7A0BE487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/F1B3FA6B8E634A04B56A94078FCE76B8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did it somehow pains you to see those photos? let me tell you what those idiots are doing.&lt;br /&gt;those photos are taken at Denmark. heard about the sea water changing colour because&lt;br /&gt;of whatever bullshit about the changing of climate that affects the nature. it's actually&lt;br /&gt;because of cruel creatures (those stupid men in the photos). they're killing hundreds or&lt;br /&gt;maybe thousands of the famous, intelligent, kind-hearted Calderon dolphins! why? it's&lt;br /&gt;because those stupid, rotten-hearted men want to prove that they're adults and mature!&lt;br /&gt;when i read that sentence i seriously feel sick to my stomach. why can't they just fuck&lt;br /&gt;girls (like some guys do) &amp;amp; that's that? why must they bloody kill innocent dolphins?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's even worse is that they do this every freakin' year like it's some kind of national day.&lt;br /&gt;bloody fools. most of the "participants" are young teens, that explains why they want to&lt;br /&gt;act macho and prove that they're an adult. #$@%! i'm so furious and i feel like screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In this big celebration, nothing is missing for  the fun. Everyone is participating&lt;br /&gt;in one way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or the other, killing or  looking at the cruelty “supporting like a spectator"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"they don't die instantly. they are cut, 1, 2 or 3 times with thick hocks. and at that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the dolphins produce a grim extremely compatible with the cry of a new born child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"but he suffers and there is no compassion till this sweet slowly dies in its own blood"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is it necessary to mention that the dolphin calderon, like all the other&lt;br /&gt;species of dolphins, it’s near instinction and they get near men to play&lt;br /&gt;and interact. In a way of PURE friendship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you crying? or at least shed some tears? i did. sigh. what's happening to the world?&lt;br /&gt;why are human starting to be so selfish and inconsiderate? it's no wonder that the world&lt;br /&gt;is coming to an end if things are going to continue like this. the earth, the world &amp;amp; everything&lt;br /&gt;in it are getting sick and tired of the cruelties coming from us human. i wish people would&lt;br /&gt;stop all this shits and make amends to the previous mistakes. and let's start it with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-6855841559306306033?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6855841559306306033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-of-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6855841559306306033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/6855841559306306033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-of-shame.html' title='world of shame.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3745295910502228446</id><published>2010-04-10T21:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:37:17.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something has shifted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"if you only knew what my heart goes&lt;br /&gt;through for you, i'm trying to break through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/pinkspect.jpg" width="500" height="760" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was amazing. did lots and lots of catch up with the bunch. at the end of the day, i found&lt;br /&gt;myself laying lethargically on my bed. and when i woke up, i just realized that i have yet to take&lt;br /&gt;a bath. eee-eww, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasteh&lt;/span&gt;. but what's a girl to do when she's just so tired &amp;amp; sleepy. so i guess i'm&lt;br /&gt;excused, haha. but anyway, had a great time with the girls. the birthday party was such a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/pinkish.jpg" width="500" height="1000" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met syakinah at tiong bahru and we were supposed to make our way to pasir ris from there. but&lt;br /&gt;last minute she received a call from izan &amp;amp; shalini. they wanted to get f21 voucher for sharlize so&lt;br /&gt;we had to make our way to vivo city. because we were (especially me, hehehe) lazy to take the&lt;br /&gt;train, we decided to take the taxi &amp;amp; split the cost. the chalet was packed with people celebrating&lt;br /&gt;birthdays, i tell you. it's like one birthday song after another. very lively atmosphere, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;but those guys from china over at the other chalet were talking as if they're going to have some&lt;br /&gt;kind of riot, very annoying. the food was delicious! just too bad i don't know how to eat fried&lt;br /&gt;rice with chopsticks, lol! we arrived just in time before sharlize cut the cake &amp;amp; blow the candles.&lt;br /&gt;the cake was so pretty, it has sharlize's face on it, super adorable. the whole thing was just so&lt;br /&gt;awesome (notice how i can't stop saying it?) and with my favorite color everywhere, that's a&lt;br /&gt;bonus, hehehe! however the cab ride home was beyond horrible. twenty five buckaroos gone&lt;br /&gt;just like that. there goes the dollar bill, sigh. all because me and shalini missed the last train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, things aren't going that well between the relationship that i'm in now, again.&lt;br /&gt;i told you this is such a roller coaster ride. didn't receive anymore text from the boy, and so&lt;br /&gt;i'm left hanging by a thread, sigh. enough of the whole chunk of words, i feel like smoking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, Vely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3745295910502228446?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3745295910502228446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-has-shifted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3745295910502228446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3745295910502228446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-has-shifted.html' title='something has shifted.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3939018739669932564</id><published>2010-04-09T09:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:33:41.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>desperate for your voice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"no matter how many miles separate us,&lt;br /&gt;love has no distance in our hearts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/miss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your call by secondhand serenade. i still remember of how i got to know about that song and&lt;br /&gt;when i first listened to it. and you were the one that told me to listen to that song when we&lt;br /&gt;were together back then in 2006? and when i first went to the club, you were there with&lt;br /&gt;me, protecting me from whoever that were dancing behind me because i was such a noob&lt;br /&gt;like that, hahaha. but until now i still can't seem to remember the reason why we broke up&lt;br /&gt;back then. however today when i gave a thought on how we met each other back after all&lt;br /&gt;those years and now that we're back together, it seems so.. surreal. i can't even remember&lt;br /&gt;how we got to contact each other back. but i remember clearly when we first met again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i've always been pushing you away, but you just kept convincing me that&lt;br /&gt;you won't ever hurt me and what not. well, you still have much to prove to me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy enough to know that someone like you care about me and all that. right now,&lt;br /&gt;all i want is for you to come back and i want to throw the tightest hug that i've ever given&lt;br /&gt;to anyone on you. i never thought i'd miss you this much, honestly. i surprised myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, enough of the whole mushy mushy things. this morning, i woke up with half&lt;br /&gt;swollen face and upper lip. i was shocked and panicked like a mad woman, of course.&lt;br /&gt;told my maid about it and she said it's because of me, smoking -_-" so instead of feeding&lt;br /&gt;myself with scary thoughts by what she said, i decided to call mom &amp;amp; dad. dad told me&lt;br /&gt;to go to my cousin's clinic at mount elizabeth because he had a feeling that it must be&lt;br /&gt;from my teeth, well actually, mom thought so first. but yeah, bathed and quickly made&lt;br /&gt;my way to the hospital through cab, of course. no way when i'm conscious that i'd ever&lt;br /&gt;take the bus with half swollen face and upper lip, thanks, lol. it's against my own law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah, my cousin told me i had to go for a root canal, it's like a minor surgery.&lt;br /&gt;he referred me to this doctor at lucky plaza medical center. did the whole procedure and&lt;br /&gt;my teeth hurt so bad after the root canal thing so the nurse told me to eat the medicines&lt;br /&gt;and painkillers. even after the whole thing, the swelling is still here but the painkiller did&lt;br /&gt;a good job in killing the pain. i just can't wait for the swelling to be gone because i want to&lt;br /&gt;go to school, i want to do things outside! i need it to be gone like as soon as possible, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just received a text from the boy. told him about the whole thing that happened. and&lt;br /&gt;when i asked him if he still wants to be with me now that i have a half swollen face as well&lt;br /&gt;as upper lip. all i got for a reply was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"of course i want to be with you. no matter how ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you look i always love you"&lt;/span&gt;. sweetness overdose. i think if being away can make him be&lt;br /&gt;more sweeter i'd want him to be away as much as possible, hahaha. just kidding, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight more days to go until you're back but i'm already missing you so bad. but one thing&lt;br /&gt;that i know is that, we're under the same sky, the same moon and stars tonight. and&lt;br /&gt;that is enough to make me feel like you're here and before i know it, you'll be back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;, Vely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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voice.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8433039161682786719</id><published>2010-04-08T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:41:46.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lovesick crackhead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i get so high when you're with me but&lt;br /&gt;crash and crave you when you leave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i survived the first day! tomorrow will be harder though, the boy will be in the jungle for the&lt;br /&gt;whole day and so he won't be able to send any texts. like he said, i probably just going to&lt;br /&gt;end the day earlier than usual. beside, i don't know what's happening, but the space between&lt;br /&gt;my hose and my upper lip is like, swollen. maybe tomorrow morning before i go for the&lt;br /&gt;lecture i will be going to the doctor to see what's happening. but i guess it's because i didn't&lt;br /&gt;drink enough water or something. i have to admit though, this scares me. it hurts so feakin'&lt;br /&gt;badly. ol'right, g'nna tuck myself in now. goodnight, everyone. sweet kisses and jelly hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"when i come back i will kiss you like i never kiss before".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, Vely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-3241106035861119548</id><published>2010-04-07T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:50:53.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>come to life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"love is not a thing to rush, it's a feeling&lt;br /&gt;you should trust, it'll be that way with us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/wait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a quarter past 3am, and i just reached home from the airport a few minutes ago. watching&lt;br /&gt;him walk through the gate and check-point was probably one of the hardest things that i&lt;br /&gt;had done this week. it'll be ten days before i can see his face again. it will be tough because i&lt;br /&gt;know that i'll miss him, but i know that he will be back before i know it. &amp;amp; all will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm typing these, he's probably in the plane, flying his way to brunei. nothing much that i&lt;br /&gt;can do other than pray for his safety, and to wait for his call or text. mmmh, despite the&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming feeling of sadness, i enjoyed the time spent with him and his family earlier&lt;br /&gt;today before the goodbye. maybe one of these days i'll pay his mom a visit at her shop ^.^&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i definitely will be missing that boy. ten days suddenly seem to be such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote him a letter, a last minute letter. because i totally don't know how to put what&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say into words. and my plan of writing the letter during my lecture this&lt;br /&gt;morning totally backfired because i wasn't feeling that well since i slept late the night&lt;br /&gt;before and so i missed the class. instead, i wrote the letter while he was right beside&lt;br /&gt;me, talking to his family. i know, it was so rude of me to do that, but when else would&lt;br /&gt;i be able to write the letter then? but anyway, told him to read it when he's in the&lt;br /&gt;plane, so right now he is probably reading it. and you wouldn't want to know about&lt;br /&gt;my handwriting. it was terrible, i tell you. and i think i did misspelled "writing" as&lt;br /&gt;"writting". embarrassing, but o'well, i was racing with time &amp;amp; my brain had an error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll142/vlysia/ns.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, his parents and other family members sent me back home since it was already&lt;br /&gt;too late for me to take cab, extra fares and all. they have been so nice to me and&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to feel uneasy because i keep on troubling them with unnecessary things&lt;br /&gt;like sending me home. but i appreciate what they've done. they've been great and&lt;br /&gt;so does the boy. it's only been about two hours or so but i'm already missing him.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i better go and tuck myself in now, unless i want to miss another class.&lt;br /&gt;so, dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, please call me soon because i'm missing you badly. goodmorning, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, Vely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3241106035861119548?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3241106035861119548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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going&lt;br /&gt;on these past few weeks. times like this i feel like i don't even know what i want out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, have been very nice and sometimes, sweet to me. but see, i just don't feel like what&lt;br /&gt;we have is right. at one point, things are great and almost perfect, but the next thing i&lt;br /&gt;know, everything will just go down before it comes right back up again. yeah, just like a&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster like that. and now i'm thinking maybe it's not you, maybe it's me. i find it&lt;br /&gt;so hard for me to open up myself to anyone right now. after all that i've been through, i&lt;br /&gt;wish i could just be happy about what we have. but as a matter of fact, i'm barely happy.&lt;br /&gt;for some unknown reasons, each time you tell me that you love me, i don't feel like you&lt;br /&gt;really mean it. i just don't feel it, you know. honestly, i really, really am sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things you do and the way you do it are just different from me. sometimes it hurts&lt;br /&gt;me in ways that you just won't understand because i am one complicated girl. each&lt;br /&gt;time i try to talk to you about what i feel and all that, i don't even know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;or how to even say it the right way. i always go out of the track and in the end, not&lt;br /&gt;saying what i wanted to say to you. even now, i'm struggling to find the right words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when i told you about what kind of relationship that i wished to have? i&lt;br /&gt;don't think this is it. i spent nights after nights thinking about this. days that i'm sad&lt;br /&gt;are uncountable now, and yet, it's not even a month. it's probably because of the&lt;br /&gt;differences, or maybe it's me. maybe i'm just not that ready to be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, you'll be going off to brunei. i don't know if i should be sad or happy. now i'm&lt;br /&gt;only considering happy as a choice because i think it might be a good time for me&lt;br /&gt;to take some time off from all these, though i know i will miss you. but i know i have&lt;br /&gt;to decide what's best for me, and you. i need to be true to the both of us and things&lt;br /&gt;have to be right before i fall in even deeper. i don't want to hurt myself nor you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now and then i was there in the moment, but i now realize that i was ready for&lt;br /&gt;nothing. if you really love me, i must be breaking your heart right now but that&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean i really don't love you, because i do. i feel bad that my past hurt you&lt;br /&gt;but i really didn't mean to. what i've been through turned me into someone that&lt;br /&gt;i am now. i was lost, and i'm lucky that you found me again after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;however, things only got worse with my feelings growing each day and yet i'm&lt;br /&gt;still confused whether this is right or wrong. whether this should be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, my words can only hurt you until you're able to prove me that i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;until i see that you're for real. until i'm sure this is what i want. i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;rush anything, because as the saying goes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hearts were never meant to race&lt;/span&gt;. i&lt;br /&gt;want this to work out and last, but if this is how things are going to be for the rest&lt;br /&gt;of the journey, i'm not sure if i want to hold on any longer because this, is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"if you like me, tell me. if you miss me, show it. if you love me, prove it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a quarter after 4am now, and i have a lecture to attend at 10am. i probably&lt;br /&gt;won't be paying much attention though, because i'd be writing a letter for you&lt;br /&gt;to read while you're in the plane. i better get some more sleep now. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;, Vely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7055033715300703310?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7055033715300703310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-belong-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7055033715300703310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7055033715300703310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-belong-to-me.html' title='i belong to me.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8483578076728679918</id><published>2010-04-05T13:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:25:10.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"all i really wanna do is to fall even deeper with you,&lt;br /&gt;never come up, breathing underwater."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1.58am and i am not yet asleep. laying down on this rocky bed, thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, i don't really know what to say. things are just too overwhelming. the good&lt;br /&gt;and the bad, all still tangled up. part of me is still scared too open up to you, but the other&lt;br /&gt;doesn't want to run away anymore. just the thought of you going to brunei this wednesday&lt;br /&gt;makes me sad, like real sad. i'm afraid i might go overboard. i'm afraid i might be falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going back through the archives and found the post on the day that i first met you&lt;br /&gt;again after years. the day that you saved me from crying and took me to meet your&lt;br /&gt;family and your newborn baby niece. i'll never forget that day, that's one thing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;of how you talked to me on the phone throughout the whole morning while i was crying.&lt;br /&gt;of how you introduced me to your family. you are and always have been very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess for now, i'll just let the love grow on its own. what the future holds, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm hoping for the best, always have been. and today when i see you again, i'm&lt;br /&gt;going to give you the tightest hug because yesternight i forgot to give you one, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before i get to meet the boy today i need to get some errands done. i have&lt;br /&gt;until the afternoon to get all ticked. printing, binding, transferring, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;sounds so boring, i already don't feel like doing it. however, this girl has no other&lt;br /&gt;choice because the damn dateline is today! sigh, better get some sleep now. night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;, Vely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8483578076728679918?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-6577522375399872999</id><published>2010-04-04T11:36:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:30:08.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crazier things have happened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S7izIlIeAWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/RqtE-YTAmbs/s1600/both.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S7izIlIeAWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/RqtE-YTAmbs/s400/both.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456307908547314018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i am just a girl, i can't change the world cause&lt;br /&gt;it's way too tough, so maybe i'll start with love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i initially wanted to end the whole thing but the boy refused. he was being&lt;br /&gt;persistent and all of not wanting to let it end, and me, knowing i do have feelings&lt;br /&gt;for him still, decided to give it another spin. but things are just different you know.&lt;br /&gt;like when i'm with him, physically, compared to when we're just texting or talking&lt;br /&gt;on the phone. i guess that's when the hard part comes, again with ns. sucks balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today met up with him after spending time with aunt ong and her family.&lt;br /&gt;had a good conversation with hong ya, and uncle ong. funny people. aunt ong cooked&lt;br /&gt;chicken chop and cuttlefish for me. loved the chicken chop, but the cuttlefish, not&lt;br /&gt;so much. it was so freakin' chewy! ended up eating almost one full bowl of chicken&lt;br /&gt;chop, and only about four pieces of cuttlefish, lol. the boy picked me up at pioneer&lt;br /&gt;mall. rode to lot one because he, initially wanted to shop for a polo shirt, but, ended&lt;br /&gt;up buying his underwear -_-" honestly, felt weird to be there while he was choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, sat under some hdb block and talk nonsense after that. took a picture,&lt;br /&gt;and he took like minutes just to draw something that shouldn't take that long. look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S7i6lYioh8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/saKhlmFKwv4/s1600/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S7i6lYioh8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/saKhlmFKwv4/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456316099964995522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was definitely sweet for him to took the time just to draw, that. and he wore the&lt;br /&gt;shirt that i bought for his birthday too! hahaha, happy. he's in johor bahru now.&lt;br /&gt;doing stuffs with his bike and... putting rear view mirrors! lol, like finally! don't&lt;br /&gt;want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena saman&lt;/span&gt; already is it? heheh, okay, g'nna chat with friends till he&lt;br /&gt;comes back. it's a new week tomorrow. have a good week filled with love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, Vely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-6577522375399872999?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6577522375399872999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;edited, 11.31am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i refuse, you must  have me confused with some other girl.&lt;br /&gt;your bridges were burned, now  its your turn to cry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be surprised if i go mia. i need to untan&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gle all these tangled thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;and to you, if you're just going to play around, i suggest for us to stay as friends and&lt;br /&gt;you can go find some other girl that is willing to put up with your acts and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pick up the pace, or i  might just leave your space."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;previous post, was amazingly short despite i was filled with fury last night after what&lt;br /&gt;happened. now that i think about it again, i shouldn't even feel the way i did. it was&lt;br /&gt;just stupid. regrets always come later right, i know, what's new anyway. so last night&lt;br /&gt;was saturday night. i secretly have been waiting for that day to come because that'd&lt;br /&gt;mean that i would be meeting the boy. he ended up texting me at 4.10pm saying that&lt;br /&gt;he's already home and asking what time was i going to meet him. in the end, he was&lt;br /&gt;the one that told me to meet at 6.30pm. blah blah blah, i don't really feel like telling&lt;br /&gt;the whole story and type a whole chunk of words. basically, yesternight sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened, really does make me think twice about your love and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, it's easter today! will be going to aunt ong's house, been awhile&lt;br /&gt;since i last visit her family. the rest of today's plan is still as clear as mud. what's&lt;br /&gt;new anyway. i better get ready now and start making my way to pioneer. ta-ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, Vely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3035197254894172094?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3035197254894172094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-im-not-giving-my-heart-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/3035197254894172094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>cry me a river.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"treat your girl right, or other men will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know that i dressed up for you? no, you don't. do you know that i clear my&lt;br /&gt;weekends for you? no, you don't. do you know that i've been waiting for this day to&lt;br /&gt;come just to see you and spend time with you? no, you don't. i've been keeping&lt;br /&gt;my mouth shut and tried to put up with this, but tonight, i'm getting sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not okay, and thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-3140614121235138960?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8653731475881469971</id><published>2010-03-31T11:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:10:48.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>call him mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"a man's trash is another man's treasure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hung up the phone call after talking with the boy before he goes to sleep. he's&lt;br /&gt;been such a sweet candy all the way through the call. i was sad &amp;amp; all that before i&lt;br /&gt;talked to him, but when i did, i just couldn't stop myself from smiling. i'm a sucker&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to sweet nothings and all that mushy stuffs. at least, he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;make me cry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"don't think about the past, think about the present, the future"&lt;/span&gt;, aww..&lt;br /&gt;throughout the years that i've known him, he's always been sweet &amp;amp; all that (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mh.. he'll be going to brunei darussalam for ten days, this upcoming tuesday. i'm&lt;br /&gt;actually sad over the fact that he has no other choice but to go (because ns is such a&lt;br /&gt;bitch like that!).. but guess i'll just have to wait till he comes back and just enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the time while he's still here. we talked about buying stuffed toys for each other&lt;br /&gt;so both of us can actually sleep with it during the times when we're not together.&lt;br /&gt;he actually suggested that, shocking. then again, i find that really, really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about taking pictures together, print those out and he'll stick them&lt;br /&gt;on his locker, and whatever else. he's been so sweet, &amp;amp; he needs to stop it before&lt;br /&gt;i get diabetes, lol. i'm happy with him around, but it gets awkward. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh BTW! it's official, i am done with exams! the next will be on june though, but&lt;br /&gt;yeah, until then, i'm going to use the time to grow back my hair and make it less&lt;br /&gt;frizzy each time i'm done washing it, lol. mkay, g'nna tuck myself to bed now, night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;, Vely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8653731475881469971?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8653731475881469971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/03/at-least-he-makes-me-feel-like-part-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"now we murderers, because we kill time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiya! how have you been doing? i'm just days away from being bald -__-".&lt;br /&gt;all the studying and whatnot is driving me crazy. thank God tomorrow is&lt;br /&gt;the last exam. but i screwed two papers already.. which means, i am dead.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get some kind of good luck charm &amp;amp; turn my bad marks to good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know what to pour out but i just feel like there are words that&lt;br /&gt;i should vomit out. sigh, i hate blank minds. guess i'll have to wait until the&lt;br /&gt;next train of thoughts to come. 'til then, see ya &amp;amp; enjoy the rest of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;, Vely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-2425740400248431512?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2425740400248431512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-be-stuck-to-you-like-glue-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2425740400248431512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/2425740400248431512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-be-stuck-to-you-like-glue-baby.html' title='i be stuck to you like glue baby.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-7464340772509862700</id><published>2010-03-28T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:11:54.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you're gonna catch me if i fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S69uQtLRCGI/AAAAAAAAAac/V-mrhRNsDE0/s1600/IMG000418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S69uQtLRCGI/AAAAAAAAAac/V-mrhRNsDE0/s400/IMG000418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453698907052771426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I don't need a parachute, baby if i got you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been rather sweet, despite the fact that i actually should be cracking&lt;br /&gt;my brain and study for tomorrow's marketing management exam. i really&lt;br /&gt;need to get started like right after i'm done vomiting my thoughts, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the boy picked me up at my house and then we rode to marina&lt;br /&gt;barrage. but in the middle of the journey, a road police asked him to pull off.&lt;br /&gt;because of what, you ask? because that boy didn't have any rear view&lt;br /&gt;mirrors -__-" i've told you already, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? put those damn mirrors. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;degil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so he got fined for 30 buckaroos. just because of mirrors. i find it so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.. the weather was scorching hot today. but marina barrage was&lt;br /&gt;still packed with families, friends and such.. kites were flying all over the sky.&lt;br /&gt;we ended up going to marina south pier after smoking, which was way more&lt;br /&gt;relaxing &amp;amp; lesser people. bad thing is, there were foreign workers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;talked about stuffs, sweet nothings, &amp;amp; played tap tap revenge. i won, doh, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;stayed there until the moon was up and then he sent me home because he&lt;br /&gt;wanted me to study but here i am, taking my own sweet time. slap me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i really need to get these brains working before i end up failing my&lt;br /&gt;exams. i definitely don't want that, because i want to graduate! okay, tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, Vely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-7464340772509862700?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7464340772509862700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-need-parachute-baby-if-i-got-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7464340772509862700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/7464340772509862700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-need-parachute-baby-if-i-got-you.html' title='you&apos;re gonna catch me if i fall.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S69uQtLRCGI/AAAAAAAAAac/V-mrhRNsDE0/s72-c/IMG000418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249541331819325202.post-8455294689575747399</id><published>2010-03-26T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:42:50.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be loving you long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, today didn't go as planned but still, it's been such a long day and i'm&lt;br /&gt;feeling super lethargic right now. morning lecture was great, and dian's&lt;br /&gt;showcase was awesome. i'm so proud of her for doing such a great work on&lt;br /&gt;her final year project. hopefully she'll get a job offer, a good one, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S6zpzl_gPII/AAAAAAAAAaM/Nc8wqWDKvcI/s1600/best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S6zpzl_gPII/AAAAAAAAAaM/Nc8wqWDKvcI/s400/best.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452990321419893890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while spending time with my precious dian, i received a text from the&lt;br /&gt;boy asking if i receive any text from his mom. apparently, his mom&lt;br /&gt;wanted me to accompany her to fetch baby eriqah. so, made my way&lt;br /&gt;all the way from tampines to jurong east, went through such boring mrt&lt;br /&gt;ride. spent the rest of the evening with the boy &amp;amp; his family, good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S6zoK-HQ9lI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UskU6OxBeSw/s1600/eriqah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S6zoK-HQ9lI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UskU6OxBeSw/s400/eriqah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452988524008633938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at eriqah! i dare you to tell me that she's not cute, ha! she's&lt;br /&gt;such a doll. i'm in love with her cute antics and adorable smile.&lt;br /&gt;and then the boy sent me home and gave me a small peck.&lt;br /&gt;what a sweet way to end such a long day. good night, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Vely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3249541331819325202-8455294689575747399?l=annevelysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8455294689575747399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-today-didnt-go-as-planned-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8455294689575747399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3249541331819325202/posts/default/8455294689575747399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annevelysia.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-today-didnt-go-as-planned-but.html' title='i&apos;ll be loving you long time.'/><author><name>Annevelysia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452190449790290842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfhJTzVBsY4/TXDwRF6afYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a_PbMBX21CA/s220/DSC01539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0QzS84wHK0/S6zpzl_gPII/AAAAAAAAAaM/Nc8wqWDKvcI/s72-c/best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
