<?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-381020612547767441</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:07:18.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-7405407903105615900</id><published>2010-01-19T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:40:49.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>You prepare yourself throughout the day. Thoughts all scattered in your head trying your best not to let everything get to you, Put yourself in bubble and stay out of the way of everything and just watch... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think...about how things will never be the same...about how much has changed since the first day we met...about how much has happened...Every time you see her&lt;br /&gt;you remember those unforgettable moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it was bound to happen but sometimes no matter how much you prepare for something it still affects you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one dreaded good-bye comes and goes in the blink of and eye..You are left standing..frozen in the moment...there but not there at the same time. You're trying to get your thoughts right as well as trying your very to best to fight that lump in your throat and the stinging sensation in your eyes. You know that if this continued you will not be able to stand it...you fight with all your might to keep those emotions inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too hard for you to handle all that so you cut it short and put on that ever so famous "it doesn't matter,I'll be alright" attitude.You make her laugh and send her off without saying all the things that you wanted to say. She might think her departure didn't matter to me at all. She might think you didn't care about her at all.But the truth is I cared...maybe abit too much...which made it even harder to say goodbye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn around and it hits you like a wave, that was it.You will get to see her again but never in the same way. You curse yourself for not being able to say all of those things that you wanted, but its too late. You promise yourself to get around to telling her how much you valued her friendship and that you'd miss her more than she could ever imagine and hope that she understands why you didn't say all those things when you had the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-7405407903105615900?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/7405407903105615900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/moments.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7405407903105615900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7405407903105615900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-5136422081743436780</id><published>2010-01-17T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:20:24.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aksar</title><content type='html'>Aksar Is Duniya Mein, Anjaane Milte Hain,Anjaani Raaho Mein, Milke Kho Jaate Hain,Lekin Hameshaa Woh Yaad Aate Hain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-5136422081743436780?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/5136422081743436780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/aksar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5136422081743436780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5136422081743436780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/aksar.html' title='Aksar'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-2169062092158606451</id><published>2010-01-11T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:40:08.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>Please, just be patient. I'm so afraid to care about someone as much. I know it seems like I'm this strong girl who can get through everything,who seems carefree, but inside I'm very fragile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lack the courage that you expect me to have and I admit I make mistakes and I'm sorry for that but you also have to understand my side of the story.I know I'm hopelessly immature when it comes to certain things and you're endlessly responsible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask for is a bit of patience from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-2169062092158606451?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/2169062092158606451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2169062092158606451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2169062092158606451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-4539470541585268584</id><published>2010-01-08T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:07:21.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Its always fun to make someone jealous:D:D (not so much when it happens to you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-4539470541585268584?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/4539470541585268584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/4539470541585268584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/4539470541585268584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-7772321884472892458</id><published>2010-01-07T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:32:17.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you have to deal with things in a way you never thought you would have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to hurt people for their own future betterment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're a given a choice to make a decision and sometimes circumstances are such that you have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never given things that we are not capable of handling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a way....I know there will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-7772321884472892458?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/7772321884472892458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7772321884472892458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7772321884472892458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-9039647871777401672</id><published>2010-01-06T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:46:05.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Day '08</title><content type='html'>I was goin through the old junk on my laptop and I found the senior class graduation speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you teach us the rules, we'll show you how to break them. When we walk, we walk with a passion. When we talk, we talk like we can take on the world. When we believe in something; we put our whole hearts into it and nothing in the world can change that. When we want something; we don't stop till we get it. If we care about you; we will never give up on you even if the whole world is against you. I guess we are just those kids that you only find once in a lifetime and when you do;you never let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk out of here today nt knowing what tomorrow holds. But the friends made and the memories created will forever be a part of eveyone here"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-9039647871777401672?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/9039647871777401672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/speech-day-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/9039647871777401672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/9039647871777401672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/speech-day-08.html' title='Speech Day &apos;08'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-7742062338440444674</id><published>2010-01-05T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T05:53:51.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Update!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year/Naya saal mubarak ho/Nutan Varshbhinandan/Felice anno nuovo &amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp; Godt Nyttår&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No resolutions for this year! They never seem to work out for me. Just a simple guideline with a few things I wish to work on for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not let any of my friendships die out because I didn't have time to stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true!!&lt;br /&gt;To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and greet every person I meet with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; above it all try and make this decade better than the previous one=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-7742062338440444674?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/7742062338440444674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7742062338440444674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7742062338440444674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-update.html' title='Late Update!'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-5790705967682619582</id><published>2010-01-05T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T05:27:44.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change of routine</title><content type='html'>I had nothing to do, so I decided to venture out and find something interesting to do because I obviously did not expect "fun" to come looking for me. I ended up doing alot of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I helped someone cross the road today.&lt;br /&gt;-I gave candy to a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;-I held the door open for someone that had her hands full with groceries.&lt;br /&gt;-I started a random conversation with a person I saw at the park. Turns out he suffers from a heart disorder and doesn't have long to live. He always wanted someone to talk to him like a normal person and without the sympathy factor. He reckons I made his day by talking to him, I say he's left a lasting impression on me for life. He has accepted his fate with open arms and he only wishes to enjoy the Little things that life has to offer. I may never get to see him again but I will certainly never forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like old times once again. Maybe I should do this more frequently...I like the feeling of satisfaction...I like helping people...I like making them smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-5790705967682619582?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/5790705967682619582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-of-routine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5790705967682619582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5790705967682619582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-of-routine.html' title='A change of routine'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-3216761502722320124</id><published>2009-12-27T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T05:06:07.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>I was told today that I never had anything positive to say about you. Well Truth be told, if you get me started it'll probably be close to impossible to get me to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my most favourite things about you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you like me for who I am,even though we have our on sets of differences regarding things you've never ever asked me to change to suit your liking.(I know you won't force me to go skiing if I don't want to)&lt;br /&gt;-you are so patient with me and you take time out to not only hear but actually listen to what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;-the way you worry about the smallest of things when it comes to me. I know I always tell you that I'm not a kid. But the truth is that I love the attention and concern I get from you.( You annoy me like any other friend I have but I also know for a fact that you'd be there for me in no time whenever I needed you)&lt;br /&gt;-the way you argue with me not because I'm wrong but because neither of us feel like hanging up.&lt;br /&gt;-you wake up at 9am just to reply to my messages:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In all its just the way you make me feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was just a glimpse of all the positive things about him)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-3216761502722320124?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/3216761502722320124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3216761502722320124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3216761502722320124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-6842813187596023451</id><published>2009-12-20T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:32:29.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donkey Boy</title><content type='html'>Please bring back mangoes from Norway!:) A very importat request from Anne:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail to understand why people have to go to places where their fones are out of range!!!:@ As if being a million miles away wasn't bad enough!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-6842813187596023451?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/6842813187596023451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/donkey-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6842813187596023451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6842813187596023451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/donkey-boy.html' title='Donkey Boy'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-108261562229435144</id><published>2009-12-17T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:08:30.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP</title><content type='html'>Everyones s entertaining when they're sleeping! One tosses and turns;reminds me of a fish without water. Another lay so still, seems like shes a log! And another decides to have a conversation while sleeping!! Ahh,the effects of having a LONG day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand sit and blog while everyone else is busy dreaming! I've been super jumpy the whole day without the redbull. If only my roomie saw me today,she'd be totally impressed!! I haven't been able to calm the butterflies n my stomach till now,the excitement continues...if only i knew what the excitement was about!!!!!Non-stop giggleing together with hyperactiveness! Classic combination!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-108261562229435144?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/108261562229435144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/108261562229435144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/108261562229435144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep.html' title='SLEEP'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-7893164421180088054</id><published>2009-12-17T03:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:42:07.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Date..</title><content type='html'>These few days have brought back so many memories, especially those random blind dates we planned for the guys...'simba,timon and pumba' Bet that gave you guys enough experience for a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways another friend is up for a blind date:&lt;br /&gt;Male&lt;br /&gt;Singe&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;Canadian by nationality but a mix of Irish,American,Filipino and Samoan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a dream boat!!! If only I weren't taken...sighh..:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So single girls give me a shout out if you're up for it coz he's in Fiji for the next 3 years!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YESSSSSSSSSSSSS, The crazy me is back,atleast for now:D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-7893164421180088054?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/7893164421180088054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/bind-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7893164421180088054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7893164421180088054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/bind-date.html' title='Blind Date..'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-5086101261764882809</id><published>2009-12-16T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T04:53:28.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Within the past week..</title><content type='html'>1) Lost the tendency to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW??! I guess it'll take a while to figure that out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You guys think I've changed;I think I've finally found something to believe in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to explain how I feel to you guys, Is like trying to explain the smell of rain to someone who has never smelt rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Truth is, I love you, and that in itself is scary enough!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-5086101261764882809?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/5086101261764882809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/within-past-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5086101261764882809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5086101261764882809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/within-past-week.html' title='Within the past week..'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-2812894875621934534</id><published>2009-12-08T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T05:46:39.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Friends: A simple word isn't it? It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren't that, they're the people that touch your heart. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They're the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don't judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. You're tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world. I find my time with my friends, the best times of my life. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-2812894875621934534?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/2812894875621934534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2812894875621934534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2812894875621934534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-4096168625953849964</id><published>2009-12-06T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:46:24.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>People say you learn from your mistakes but sometimes it so happens that even though those mistakes are sort of similar, they're never exactly the same. So what you learn from that mistake may help you grow but not prepare you for the same situation you face in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances are never the same,no matter how much you may mentally prepare yourself to face a situation because you have experienced it in the past, things will never be exactly the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in situations like those we learn and grow in terms of experience! We become stronger not in terms of being prepared for what the future holds for us but in terms of being a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-4096168625953849964?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/4096168625953849964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/4096168625953849964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/4096168625953849964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-6457951744036401172</id><published>2009-12-04T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:23:29.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>All the letter writing has made me nostalgic. Another year end, so you guys would already have been expecting the letters;) Another lost list of thank you's, I'm sorry's and I love you's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you guys know;out of sight NEVER means out of mind, atleast never for me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-6457951744036401172?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/6457951744036401172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6457951744036401172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6457951744036401172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-5673544112179997331</id><published>2009-12-04T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:08:26.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>And you can see my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;You can see it through my chest&lt;br /&gt;And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving&lt;br /&gt;Know that I must pass this test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my life flashes before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?&lt;br /&gt;So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But it’s too late to pick up the value of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Russian Roulette)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-5673544112179997331?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/5673544112179997331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5673544112179997331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5673544112179997331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-4227943236930178347</id><published>2009-12-03T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:32:50.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defense Mechanism</title><content type='html'>Isolation from the ones you care about before they leave makes you miss them alot less once they're gone. That teaches you to gradually move on and find other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lucky, you find those that stick around for longer if you're not then they are in your life for a season or a reason and then they carry on with their own lives. Keeping yourself away from those that are bound to leave is one of the best ways to protect ones self because in the end the person left behind is the one that suffers the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-4227943236930178347?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/4227943236930178347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/defense-mechanism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/4227943236930178347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/4227943236930178347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/12/defense-mechanism.html' title='Defense Mechanism'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-8931085342588121390</id><published>2009-11-30T06:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:36:40.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>Its funny how people are lost for words when they are running short of time. Maybe it was a random observation, but it seemed as though everyone knew it had to happen but tried their best to not talk about it at all, and hoping that last moment of bidding farewell wouldn't have to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line people come and go. Sometimes you move on whereas there are others that leave behind an irreplaceable influence on you life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're awesome and you will be missed. Looking forward to seeing you with your 10 kids:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: Failure to notice the good in goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-8931085342588121390?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/8931085342588121390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8931085342588121390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8931085342588121390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-goodbye.html' title='Another Goodbye...'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-518730234494349160</id><published>2009-11-29T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:31:12.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Layers Games; Yes, I'm THAT Aimless</title><content type='html'>11 Layers Of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer One: On the Outside &lt;br /&gt;Nickname: Too many to state&lt;br /&gt;Birthday : 5/11&lt;br /&gt;Current Location : The Coast&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color : Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color : Keeps changing...Black for now&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty : Ambidextrous: Though more comfortable with being a righty &lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign : Scorpio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Two: On the Inside &lt;br /&gt;Your Strengths : Friends &lt;br /&gt;Your Fears : ALOT &lt;br /&gt;Your Weaknesses : Chocolates:):) &lt;br /&gt;Ambition in life : To b a good person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up : Argh: Whats the time?! &lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime : 3am/4am&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory : Meetups @ GJ's &amp;&amp; Highschool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Four: Pick Your Choice &lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke : Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds or KFC : Macerz &lt;br /&gt;Single or Group dates : Single dates &lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike : Nike &lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea : none &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : Choc late &lt;br /&gt;Cold Coffee or Hot Coffee : Cold coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Five: Do You &lt;br /&gt;Smoke : Nope!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a current crush : Crush?! Not exactly...&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married : Obv not now! &lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself : Yeah...but do need to be reminded at times as well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Six: In the Past Month &lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol : aha &lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall : Yup &lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi : Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating : Nope, haven't skated after 8th grade &lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair : Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Seven: Have Your Ever? &lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game : Yeah &lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up : Yes, by aircon,neha and happy feet:P &lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in : Not exactly;I just blend in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Eight: Getting Old &lt;br /&gt;Age you are hoping to be married : Haven't though about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Nine: Perfect Mate &lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Color : Hazel or greyish brown;)&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Color : Dark hair&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair : Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Ten: What were you doing... &lt;br /&gt;1 Minute Ago : Trying to find my cell fone &lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Ago : Cleaning my room &lt;br /&gt;1 Day Ago : Uhh too long ago to remember &lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago : Celebrating the begining of summer &amp; Partying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Eleven: Finish the Sentence &lt;br /&gt;I Love : you?! &lt;br /&gt;I Feel : hungry &lt;br /&gt;I Hate : the weather (too hot) &lt;br /&gt;I Hide : emotions?! &lt;br /&gt;I Miss : alot of people &lt;br /&gt;I Need : FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-518730234494349160?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/518730234494349160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-layers-games-yes-im-that-aimless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/518730234494349160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/518730234494349160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-layers-games-yes-im-that-aimless.html' title='11 Layers Games; Yes, I&apos;m THAT Aimless'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-6732368341620105368</id><published>2009-11-28T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:44:30.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>He's one of my closest friends, and honestly, we tell each other everything, we make each other laugh, we help each other through just about everything, we're there for each other when no one else is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats just what he is; My close friend. I wish I were able to live up to the "Best Friends" tag and not do this to you especially on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for hurting you so much,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not realising how you felt beforehand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for bringing tears to your eyes because I couldn't return those feelings you had for me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not being the person you wished I could be,&lt;br /&gt;AND I'm sorry for not being a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find someone better;someone that deserves your unconditional love;someone who's perfect for you. I've seen the tears,the anger the loneliness. Try as you may I can still see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easier to say I'm fine then to explain how you've had no regard for someone else's feelings. Thanx to an awesome friend for being there for me when I needed someone most:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-6732368341620105368?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/6732368341620105368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6732368341620105368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6732368341620105368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-6433025093643887727</id><published>2009-11-27T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:14:46.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>1) SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;2) Movie-Time Travellers Wife(Can't complain about the company I had as well;)..)&lt;br /&gt;3) Damien's Birthday surprise&lt;br /&gt;4) The 1000+ word email&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ In no specific order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things in life that matter the most; cherised moments with friends,making others happy,realising that you're being missed as well by someone somewhere in another part of the world:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-6433025093643887727?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/6433025093643887727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6433025093643887727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6433025093643887727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-6045127475107929915</id><published>2009-11-26T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:57:42.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Someone..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's easy to feel like you're the only one in the world who's struggling. Who's frustrated, or unsatisfied, or barely getting by.Who's feeling alone, Missing someone so much it becomes hard to concentrate on anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling is a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day. Someone or something will find you and make it all okay.....Because we all need a little help sometimes.....Someone to help us hear the music in the world, to remind us that it won't always be this way. That someone is out there. And that someone will find you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-6045127475107929915?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/6045127475107929915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6045127475107929915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6045127475107929915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-someone.html' title='That Someone..'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-3480749427302374970</id><published>2009-11-25T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:37:55.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyar Nahi Toh Kya Hai</title><content type='html'>In your absence the heart will only grow fonder and In your presence it'll melt once more:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she can honestly say she has never ever felt this way before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-3480749427302374970?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/3480749427302374970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/pyar-nahi-toh-kya-hai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3480749427302374970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3480749427302374970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/pyar-nahi-toh-kya-hai.html' title='Pyar Nahi Toh Kya Hai'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-664492726853089878</id><published>2009-11-24T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:50:45.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To give in....or not?!</title><content type='html'>Fighting for who were,want to be and will be is the greatest battle in life because we all live in a world where people want us to be like someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson for the day:&lt;br /&gt;1) Not to do anything you're not sure of.&lt;br /&gt;2) Have respect for yourself, your thoughts and our feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess both are exceptionally important because in the end we are the ones that have to live with the consequences of our decisions and regret is the worst form of punishment for a wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you to two very informative discussions with two VERY different people who have the same thoughts regarding the same topic. As wel as making me feel like I was 16 again and needed babysitting:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: Lykke til:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-664492726853089878?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/664492726853089878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-give-inor-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/664492726853089878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/664492726853089878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-give-inor-not.html' title='To give in....or not?!'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-545292463443803963</id><published>2009-11-24T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:50:42.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours</title><content type='html'>Happiest 24 hours in a LONG time:), Tiring yet memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said so much without saying anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;Did so much without doing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day : Frokost(Not my fault if the spelling is wrong)&lt;div 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hours'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-1540370865856197211</id><published>2009-11-23T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:40:58.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Tum milo na milo,na milne ka gham nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Tum paas se hi gujar jaao, milne se kum nahi.&lt;br /&gt;Maana ki tumhe hamaari kadar nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Magar unse puchho jinhe hum haasil nahi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-1540370865856197211?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/1540370865856197211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/1540370865856197211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/1540370865856197211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-1418937640529784012</id><published>2009-11-22T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:55:00.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes..</title><content type='html'>Life doesn't give you the people you want, it gives you the people you need. &lt;br /&gt;To help you, to hurt you, to love you, to leave you, and to make you into the person you were meant to be. Sometimes the right person happens at the wrong time and changes your life forever whereas some leave their mark like footrints in the sand which get washed away by the tides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don' say it doesn't mean I won't miss you, just because I don't want to see you before you leave doesn't mean I don't care and just because I laugh off the fact that you'll be away for so long doesn't mean I'm happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you more then you'll ever know, I care about you more then you'll ever think AND I'm nothing close to being happy about the next 3 months. For once I admit I'm scared, scared about what the holidays hold for the both of us. Then again, patience is good virtue and another day away from you means another day closer to the time we can be together again:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-1418937640529784012?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/1418937640529784012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/1418937640529784012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/1418937640529784012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes..'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-5710129347128568084</id><published>2009-11-21T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:48:50.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...The chance for one last dance...</title><content type='html'>....It is better to end something and start another than to imprison yourself in hoping for the impossible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg savner deg (Sorry couldn't remember the whole thingy):p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-5710129347128568084?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/5710129347128568084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/chance-for-one-last-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5710129347128568084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5710129347128568084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/chance-for-one-last-dance.html' title='...The chance for one last dance...'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-3569773154314759040</id><published>2009-11-19T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:08:14.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common sense or the Heart?</title><content type='html'>I really wish I knew which direction to go. Do I listen to my heart and jump into something so fast? Or do I use my common sense and take my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, time is short and decisions are many!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-3569773154314759040?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/3569773154314759040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/common-sense-or-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3569773154314759040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3569773154314759040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/common-sense-or-heart.html' title='Common sense or the Heart?'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-9105047198742390690</id><published>2009-11-18T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:58:00.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness?</title><content type='html'>Through all these years I have lived with people that hav been lucky enough to have access to any materialistic possession they wanted to. I've been brought up in a world of powerful,determined and influencial people. They all had everything one could possibly dream of. Though the look of satisfaction was never sighted in their eyes. It was always like they were searching for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people seem to be happy: they just do not think about it. Others make plans about gaining assets or owning things of great value. They think that the meaning of life lies there, so they never ask the question. Yet, despite all that, their eyes betray a sadness that they themselves are quite unaware of. I've seen that in alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if everyone is unhappy. I do know that people are always busy: working overtime, looking after the kids, the husband, the career, the university degree, what to do tomorrow, what they need to buy, whatever it is they need to have in order not to feel inferior, and so on. They never have time for the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People no longer appreciate the little things in life that bring satisfaction;like doing something for someone else. People are caught up in their own world, in the attempt to be happy and content by doing things for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-9105047198742390690?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/9105047198742390690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/9105047198742390690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/9105047198742390690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/happiness.html' title='Happiness?'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-6065368402893564631</id><published>2009-11-15T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:01:04.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is certain..</title><content type='html'>There comes a time when every life goes off course...Its not a nice place to be. You wonder what you'll do, every decision of yours will be clouded with doubt;both by others as well as yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this desperate moment, you must choose your direction. Will you fight to stay on path? Will others tell you who you are? Or will you label yourself? Will you be haunted by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path? Each morning you choose to move forward or simply give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when every life goes off course... In this desperate moment who will you be? Will you let down your defenses, and find comfort in someone unexpected? Will you reach out? Will you face your greatest fear bravely? And move forward with faith. Or will you hide yourself in the darkness of your soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really proud of the courage certian people show, even when they are faced with the most unexpected of situations during the most unexpected of times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-6065368402893564631?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/6065368402893564631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-is-certain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6065368402893564631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6065368402893564631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-is-certain.html' title='Nothing is certain..'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-6636548711231190592</id><published>2009-11-14T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:37:27.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanx Happy Feet:)</title><content type='html'>Why on earth are you guys adament on making me cry?! I really am only human, you guys give me credit for things anyone would do for the ones they cared about, so that doesn't make me any "better" or any "special". You guys are my rock, I try and give back to you guys in the same way so that makes us equal:) How can you guys forget my MOST AWESOME senior year quote for the yearbook?! I'll restate it just so you guys remember that measured by miles you guys are far from me, by thoughts you are with me and by heart you guys are ALL in me&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there is ever a tomorrow when we are not together there is something you must always remember: you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think, but most important of all, even if we are apart, I'll always be with you.” - Christopher Robin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Thanx for the awesome card I couldn't resist quoting it here as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A friend is someone....&lt;br /&gt;That sets things right when the going gets tough,&lt;br /&gt;Who helps to get through when the roads get rough,&lt;br /&gt;Who reads the mind and understands feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Whose sheer presence is enough for the souls healing'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-6636548711231190592?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/6636548711231190592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanx-happy-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6636548711231190592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6636548711231190592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanx-happy-feet.html' title='Thanx Happy Feet:)'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-5430435454796009337</id><published>2009-11-14T03:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T03:39:08.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>It's been said that the saddest thing a person will ever face is what might have been? But what becomes of the person who's faced with what was? Or what may never be? Or what can no longer be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing the right path is never easy!!! It's a decision we make with only our hearts to guide us (That's when our brain decides to go on holiday). But sometimes we find our way to something better... Sometimes we fight through the regret of our mistakes, our anger and our jealously and the embarrassment we feel for not being the people we were meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when we find our way to something better or something better finds its way to us. Everything happens for a reason. We may not realise it today,maybe not tomorrow but one day everything will fall into place:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-5430435454796009337?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/5430435454796009337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/crossroads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5430435454796009337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5430435454796009337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-2056950938501148635</id><published>2009-11-12T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:25:33.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the day=)</title><content type='html'>ADVANCEMENT!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I wish you weren't such a numbskull. At least now you have a 'slight' idea:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have seen your city lights BUT have you seen my country skies?...&lt;br /&gt;...&amp; perhaps is uncommon fears or uncommon hearts...&lt;br /&gt;...That makes us insincere &amp; torn apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY IT WERE THAT EASY TO FIGURE OUT?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-2056950938501148635?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/2056950938501148635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2056950938501148635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2056950938501148635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the day=)'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-7064120631192904050</id><published>2009-11-10T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:59:15.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit insecure...A little bit scared...</title><content type='html'>It'll eventually happen one day. The changing of topic or ignoring of situation wont necessarily work forever. Knowing where you stand always helps before you move forward with things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard enough to get to know you, now you've made it even harder by playing hot and cold. You're so casual about things that actually matter to me. We're from two different worlds and I really don't want to end up in doing something I regret the very next day. As laid back and random as I seem, there is a depth to it all, which you have been lucky enough to see. I don't want to wake up one morning and ask myself:"But what about that kid I used to be? What about all those memories? That’s the one thing they can’t give you in surgery: a new history". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you understand all this to a certain extent. BUT I do wish you'd actually come out and say If all this means something to you, or if I was the one mistaken. I have to reconcile with who I am now, who I want to be and who I was. I really don't want to lose my identity and be someone I never thought I'd be.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-7064120631192904050?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/7064120631192904050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-bit-insecurea-little-bit-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7064120631192904050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7064120631192904050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-bit-insecurea-little-bit-scared.html' title='A little bit insecure...A little bit scared...'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-8356597076908891997</id><published>2009-11-08T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:19:57.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Insanity</title><content type='html'>The weekend exceeded ALL my expectations. It was interesting in its own aspect. Getting thrown into the pool PLUS breaking the DeTox vow had to take the cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I also got carried away with the fact that not everyone can handle my annoying side(I really didn't know I had one though). But I'm really sorry for being a pain. Promise it'll never ever happen again:) Saying hello to the new NOT annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for such a sweet birthday card my love, I just had to quote the words here:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who should have gifts wrapped up in love,&lt;br /&gt;to show how much they mean?&lt;br /&gt;Who's warmly thought of,&lt;br /&gt;on special occasions and in-between?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who should have flowers everyday,&lt;br /&gt;because they're warm and kind?&lt;br /&gt;Who deserves more happiness&lt;br /&gt;than they could hope to find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes life so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;with special things they do?&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you know.....&lt;br /&gt;that special person is you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot explain how lucky I'm to have friends like you guys. I just hope I'm as caring and thoughtful to you guys as you are to me;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-8356597076908891997?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/8356597076908891997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-insanity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8356597076908891997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8356597076908891997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-insanity.html' title='Weekend Insanity'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-5160105688148087302</id><published>2009-11-04T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:44:07.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping your word</title><content type='html'>I wish people wouuld think twice before making promises. It may pass as exaggeration of being overly dramatic, but once you promise something you should keep it. That is why the value of a promise is worth more then anything. You have certain expectations from the person that makes the promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very ironic that people expect adults to be the mature,understanding and reponsible ones, yet little kids are the ones that know the actual value of a promise: a simple pinky promise of having no monsters under the bed gives them enough courage to sleep alone with the lights switched off. But as you grow up, the value of a promise almost vanishes along with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time you've let me down,and I'm more then sure it won;t be the last. It may come across as me being harsh or angry, well maybe I'm. Giving me what I want because you let me down doesn't always help, letting me do anythingg I want doesn't help either. Somedays I wish you'd turn around and see that i value alot more things in life. Things that you have almost no regard for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Thanx guys for the gift,cards and wishes:)&lt;br /&gt;love you all ALOT more then chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-5160105688148087302?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/5160105688148087302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/keeping-your-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5160105688148087302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5160105688148087302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/keeping-your-word.html' title='Keeping your word'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-8357740296501746721</id><published>2009-11-03T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:41:33.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyslexic/Cleaning Day</title><content type='html'>It was just one of those days, I miss pronounced every second word that came out of my mouth. But i was more then glad to notice that I wasn't the only one having speech difficulty. It must have been something in the "alcoholic air" according to crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning on the other hand went exceptionally well. Whole room restyling with the added features of 3 new super cool pillows( ahh life is good). Alas now there is space for only one person on my bed...So the dragons shall not smile anymore;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that, I was the only one totally unmotivated and not looking forward to my birthday. Vee,Skitz,A/C,Happy Feet and My love are counting down for it. Guys if you're counting down to it because you expect me to be older and wiser by tomorrow, I better warn you now. It's ME and it's almost impossible for me to get rid of the child in me just yet.I’m learning to master the art of growing up, and let me tell you, it's a long process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its full of making mistakes, saying something you regret, getting grounded, taking the blame for something you didn't do just so you save a friends ass, staying up late, trying to fit in, laughing too hard and being mistaken for being drunk. Singing old songs WAY too loud. Helping your friends get good grades, even if it takes you the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending money too fast and blaming it on the temptations of advertising. Stupid crushes that don't make sense, falling too fast for someone you just met, trying to hold onto something that simply won't last. Lending a hand, giving advice, dressing to impress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling through the pain becuase you know that tomorrow will hold something better. Trying you best to hide your tears but having friends that are worse then the FBI, where nothing can be kept hidden from them.Learning to forgive and to put your pride on the shelf. The most boring Mondays mornings where nothing seems to make sense and crazy Saturday nights when no one sleeps. Making a complete fool of yourself in front of everyone, dancing on cafteria tables and owning the pink bench. Not taking life seriously, just having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are reason enough for me not to be " grow up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-8357740296501746721?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/8357740296501746721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/dyslexiccleaning-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8357740296501746721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8357740296501746721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/dyslexiccleaning-day.html' title='Dyslexic/Cleaning Day'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-813569676878259801</id><published>2009-11-02T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:53:03.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyun?</title><content type='html'>Har baar jab bhi main uska naam apne zubaan par laati hoon, tumhara chera utar jaata hain.&lt;br /&gt;Har baar main baat ko taalne ki koshish karti hoon, lekin tum itne attal rehte ho humare baare mein jaanne ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh dard dikhta hain,lekin main kuch kar nahi paaongi&lt;br /&gt;Woh chaahat dikhta hain lekin main lauta nahi paaongi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main samajh sakti hoon ke tumpe kya beet rahi hain&lt;br /&gt;Main samajh sakti hoon tumare liye yeh aasan nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhse hazaar baar achi ladkiya milengi tumhe,&lt;br /&gt;Tum ek ache insaan ho, mere karaan se apne aap ko mat badlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-813569676878259801?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/813569676878259801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/kyun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/813569676878259801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/813569676878259801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/kyun.html' title='Kyun?'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-2090978249486587214</id><published>2009-11-01T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:25:51.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naya Ehsaas</title><content type='html'>Kaise Batayein,Kyun Tujh ko Chahe,Yaara bata na Paaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baatein dil-o-ki,Dekho Jo Baaki,Aankhein tujhe Samjhaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Jaane Na......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil ke bhi,Hum na mile,Tumse na jaane Kyu,Milo ke hai Fansle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum pass ho ke bhi,Tum aas ho ke bhi,Ehsaas ho ke bhi...Apne nahi..Aise hai hum ko gileh..Tumse najaane kyu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meelo ke hai fansle tum se na jaane kyun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you smile for me, the world seems all right,ke meri zindagi pal mein hi tham jaye jaane kyun:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-2090978249486587214?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/2090978249486587214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/kaise-batayeinkyun-tujh-ko-chaheyaara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2090978249486587214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2090978249486587214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/11/kaise-batayeinkyun-tujh-ko-chaheyaara.html' title='Naya Ehsaas'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-5620298151914993199</id><published>2009-10-31T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:42:37.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe..</title><content type='html'>Maybe...we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...it is true that we don't know what we have until we lose it,but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past;after all, you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and&lt;br /&gt;heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had(a/c,happy feet &amp; dreamer should agree with this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if&lt;br /&gt;it is a complete stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...there are moments in life when you miss someone -- a parent, a friend, a relative -- so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn't, be content that it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... we should live more, laugh longer and love unconditionally:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-5620298151914993199?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/5620298151914993199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5620298151914993199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5620298151914993199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe.html' title='Maybe..'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-8363395880788370628</id><published>2009-10-31T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T03:45:39.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Growing up, I thought I was as random as one could get BUT two people totally proved me wrong. So much for a random visit. LOL. I swear I could have died of shock when i realised they also decided to stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thanx for such an awesome day Sunny:) You're the BESTEST friend ever(To the gang: you guys are nothing less-I love you all)! Yes, i will more then consider Nathan campus for second semester. Being with you makes me smile an everlasting smile,eventhough we are total opposites, I'm glad to have someone like you who'll always be there for me. You have no idea how comforting it feels to have someone like you around me.(Yes, the next time I fall sick, you'll be the first to know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I wonder how I managed to get such awesome friends:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-8363395880788370628?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/8363395880788370628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/randomness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8363395880788370628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8363395880788370628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-3752850924640538178</id><published>2009-10-29T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:54:33.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanx Loser:)</title><content type='html'>"Well, your eyes are puffy- Which, from experience, screams textbook crying eyes. You have your hair up, so you’re probably not planning on impressing any boys today. I’d say you’re nursing a hell of a broken heart, and not the school girl crush kind, you’re dealing with the real thing" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said by happy feet:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know webcamming was so revealing!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-3752850924640538178?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/3752850924640538178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanx-loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3752850924640538178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3752850924640538178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanx-loser.html' title='Thanx Loser:)'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-6272448242830011358</id><published>2009-10-29T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:42:02.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>When you look at yourself in the mirror, who do you see looking back? Is it the person you want to be? Or is there someone else? Were you meant to be the person you were meant to be but fell short of? Remember, you're not alone. If you look closely you might see someone like you. Someone trying to find their way; someone trying to find their place; someone trying to find their self. Sometimes it’s easy to feel like you’re the only one in the world who’s struggling, who’s frustrated, or unsatisfied at barely getting by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that feeling is a lie and if you just hold on; just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find the way and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes, someone to help us hear the music in the world. To remind us that it won’t always be this way. That someone is out there, and that someone will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Believe that love is out there. Believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do. Sometimes happiness doesn’t come from money or fame or power. Sometimes happiness comes from good friends and family and the quiet nobility of leading a good life. Believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do. So take a look in that mirror and remind yourself to be happy because you deserve to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-6272448242830011358?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/6272448242830011358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6272448242830011358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6272448242830011358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_29.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-5023778629775678340</id><published>2009-10-28T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:36:56.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be..</title><content type='html'>She’s not like that now. She knows better. She knows now that people lie and promises can be broken as quick as they are made. She understands that good things fly in front of your eyes before you can reach out and grab them. She knows that you can’t change or help time, so every now and then, it’ll just run out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn’t a place for everyone in the world, so if you’re standing alone for a while, that’s why. Not everything in life comes easy, but when you work the hardest, that’s when it’s your best.Everyone will be broken at some point in their life, and more often then not. It’s gonna hurt like hell, but you can’t stop it. You can’t change your own fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, when you have experienced everything you can, the words “life” and “risk” won’t mean anything to you anymore. But don’t try and change that. stuff like that is meant to happen. Over time, certain things no longer have an affect on you, and that happens cause that’s the way its suppose to be. But you’ll learn all that later in life when little things like a sunrise or a spring rain start to matter. But it might catch you off guard and happen sooner. I mean, ask her. She knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks she deserves better....&lt;br /&gt;She thinks he is PERECT in his IMPEFECT ways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-5023778629775678340?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/5023778629775678340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-be.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5023778629775678340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5023778629775678340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-be.html' title='Let it be..'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-8124074138394843209</id><published>2009-10-27T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:44:31.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe In...</title><content type='html'>I believe in friends and the learning that comes from laughter, tears and stories shared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the wisdom that can be found in fun &amp;&amp; the bonds that are formed out of trust and honesty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the strength of one hand holding another through times of trouble and the miracle of perfectly-timed smiles and hugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in disagreeing with everything you say,not because you're wrong but because I love the way you defend your views...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in friendship like ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for being such an awesome roomie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're still a loser &amp;&amp; you're not the only one that can write poems!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-8124074138394843209?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/8124074138394843209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8124074138394843209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8124074138394843209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe-in.html' title='I Believe In...'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-3880778468424669406</id><published>2009-10-27T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:21:17.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you do..</title><content type='html'>For ever heart that finds love...&lt;br /&gt;There is a heart that cries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every dream that is reborn...&lt;br /&gt;There is a dream that dies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every day filled with sun...&lt;br /&gt;There is a day of rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every hour filled with joy...&lt;br /&gt;There is an hour of pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every smile upon a face...&lt;br /&gt;There is a tear to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ever fond hello you say...&lt;br /&gt;There is a sad goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-3880778468424669406?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/3880778468424669406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3880778468424669406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3880778468424669406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-you-do.html' title='Everything you do..'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-707834786457555731</id><published>2009-10-26T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T02:31:50.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>I've seen your eyes in the morning sun,I've felt you warmth in the pouring rain. You're like a warm summer breeze, you keep me warm in your love and then softly leave making me want even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had coulds of doubt surround me all ready to break like a storm, but your words helped bring out the rainbow even before the storm hit. I trust your words, because I've seen the honesty in your eyes. Many have told me to do otherwise,I really hope you don't let me down (You really wouldn't want my friends from back home hunting you down;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever got lost would I find something in your eyes to lead me home? And if it all went wrong would you be there to hold it all together?&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to be there through the good times but when the times get hard. Would you stay or walk away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-707834786457555731?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/707834786457555731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/707834786457555731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/707834786457555731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-3953293872767274439</id><published>2009-10-24T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:48:04.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; she decided</title><content type='html'>There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept..&lt;br /&gt;Things we don't want to know but have to learn..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; people we can't live without but have to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still turn around and say it was all worth it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-3953293872767274439?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/3953293872767274439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-decided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3953293872767274439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3953293872767274439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-decided.html' title='&amp; she decided'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-570934851704887425</id><published>2009-10-20T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:46:12.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Its weird how you feel when you start making decisions while listening to your heart. After a few moments of happiness you get a box full of sorrow and loneliness. Tears and self doubt are also part of the package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i close my eyes all the memories come rushing back,I can see you face in front of me in broad day light and your memories haunt me through the moonlit nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I get to meet god, I'll make it a point to ask him why he gave us a body made of soil yet a heart made of glass and cursed it with the quality of falling head over heels for someone!!! If only he had given us glue gun to put all the bits and pieces of the "shattered glass" back together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brightness of the sun seems to have dulled down by itself. The rain seems a lot dryer nowadays and even the breeze seems to have found a new direction to blow through. Time seems to have stopped and everything goes back to that one moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx guys for bearing with me through out the day! YES, 4-eyes the choc sundae was YUMMM!:):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-570934851704887425?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/570934851704887425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/570934851704887425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/570934851704887425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_20.html' title='...'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-6166669161209867708</id><published>2009-10-19T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:52:17.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>Going down that same road brought back so many memories. Its only been a while but it seems like forever. So much has changed,the place &amp; the people. But you guys are still the same!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i remember why i never went out in the wind! DAMN POLLEN! I forgot what it felt like to sneeze non-stop! Thanx to the weather here,i got to relive those moments once more!:@ 3 anti-allergy tablets and it still hasn't stopped! God bless the pollen and dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreading about the day i go back,here being with you guys has kept me from thinking about stuff. Things i don't really have the courage to face. Its the feeling you get when you're 4 and you spend the whole day at the beach building the BEST sand castle ever and all it takes is one strong "wave" to bring is crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every word that you said, It all just keeps spinning around in my head&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what I try to do I can't get you out of my head And I don't want to think about you so much.Just when I think about someone new...I keep on forgetting to forget about you:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-6166669161209867708?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/6166669161209867708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/flashback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6166669161209867708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6166669161209867708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-1227423423343066131</id><published>2009-10-19T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:24:11.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Hurts</title><content type='html'>When I'm with my friends I feel as though nothing in the world could hurt me. They filter the pain sadness and sorrow and turn them in to roars of laughter which show the happiness from the heart.I was lucky enough to have been surrounded by all of them when you left me at crossroads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As unbreakable as I may seem from the outside, I'm twice as vulnerable from the inside. I'm glad you were honest about what happened,but It's just something I cannot forgive OR forget. It was just one of those situations where i prayed that I heard the wrong thing. I was just not ready to believe you could do such a thing,I could pretend that It never happened just to make things go back to the way they were,but I told you once that I give my friends and my loved ones my all but if they lose my trust its gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have it in me to face you, and thats the way it has to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-1227423423343066131?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/1227423423343066131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-hurts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/1227423423343066131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/1227423423343066131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-hurts.html' title='Truth Hurts'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-470062653715692361</id><published>2009-10-18T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:19:07.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomness</title><content type='html'>one word! WOW, thats all i can say! The flight was entertaining, i didn't know sitting next to 2 Norwegian girls could be so entertaining( no offense roomie) these guys were insane!Myrun and Sigrrid! (hope i spelt it right) hahahaha.... The "orange juice was exceptionally tasty":) Hope i get to see you guys again! If not, thanx for entertaining me through out the trip! I love you guys!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was awesome, at least the bits i can recall! Though i didn't plan on being the one who had to drag everyone in the gang back home! I really love you guys and i cannot explain in words how happy i was when i got to see you all. To a/c: If me surprising you, brings tears to your eyes, I promise you this, it will never happen again. Even if they were tears of happiness..... I never want to be the reason your eyes weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tonight:) Another night of awesomeness with the friends that mean more then the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-470062653715692361?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/470062653715692361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesomness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/470062653715692361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/470062653715692361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesomness.html' title='Awesomness'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-3246023798094569588</id><published>2009-10-13T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:40:45.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST REMOTE</title><content type='html'>I think the concept of no one will be home will 4 should not be trusted very much!&lt;br /&gt;SCENE ONE&lt;br /&gt;Certain someone decided crashing on the couch would be entertaining, so it was till they started throwing pop corn and eventually ended up in a cushion/tickling war! &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The war subsided after the while but they remained in the same position and decided to watch HI5.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE TWO&lt;br /&gt;Certain someones Aunt walks in, with them in that position! Just slightlyyyyyyyyyyyy awkward!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- HEY&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;E- Uhh HELLO( So stunned that they forgot to get up and sit properly)&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- So what are you guys up to?&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;E- uhhh...umm...Looking for the remote that seems to have disappeared in the couch&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- Oh the remote that on the coffee table in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;E- Oh yeah.. RIGHT!(*right about now E feels like sinking into the floor and disappearing forever*)&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- Soo you guys have fun, i just came by to return you mums recipe book.&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;E- Both attempt to get off the couch at the same time and tangle over and fall flat on the floor on top of each other! CLASSIC!&lt;br /&gt;*Aunt laughs till shes in tears and walks out politely*&lt;br /&gt;*A gets up and tries to control his laughter*&lt;br /&gt;*E just wishes she could crawl into a hole and stay there forever*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-3246023798094569588?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/3246023798094569588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-remote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3246023798094569588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3246023798094569588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-remote.html' title='LOST REMOTE'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-4729330772605499015</id><published>2009-10-13T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T05:21:00.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choclates:)</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how exceptionally lame my reply was that night! And you wouldn't stop laughing!:@ Oh well, another day wasted txting,LIBRARY-ing and aimlessnes! The best bit of the day would have had to be pizza, which unfortunatly i wasn't able to finish:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts for the day: &lt;br /&gt;we hide behind a skin that only 'appears' to be tough&lt;br /&gt;we don't say I love you enough, atleast those meaningful ones...&lt;br /&gt;we all have things that are left unsaid at the end of the day, what happens if the tomorrow you're waiting for never comes?!&lt;br /&gt;we don't know what we have till its gone BUT we also don't know what we've been missing out on till it arrives:)&lt;br /&gt;we all have fun but there are very people I'm surrounded by that are genuinely happy&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the book, took almost a week to find that. Thats actually reasonable considering the mess my room is in at the time being! I hope roomie likes that. I know it wasn't much, but it was worth the effort trying to fix her mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-4729330772605499015?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/4729330772605499015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/choclates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/4729330772605499015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/4729330772605499015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/choclates.html' title='Choclates:)'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-8530096213612414207</id><published>2009-10-11T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:37:51.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've had a million people ask me about the sudden boost in excitement!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I finally realised my mistake, I'm glad you were patient enough to listen, kind enough to understand and caring enough to forgive. I know i can be stubborn at times but you saw all through that. I was just scared to let go and venture out into something so different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some moments no matter how exciting or interesting, the mind fails to recall, others so simple and suttle yet it becomes embedded in your memory and stiks to you head like a song on replay. Thats exactly how that moment is in my head and i want it to stay there forever:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves, so peaceful and serene,caressed by the soft moonlight,gave magical feelings to the night.The soft blue glow,the lovers' words that then did flow,their lips closer and closer until, locked in the throes of a passionate embrace,he decided to express his feelings,to keep her safe.He whispered softly,his words like music to her ears,"You mean ALOT more to me,More then you'll ever know,"and her response the same,heard like the gentle breeze,"I...I...I.. Like You abit more then I like choclates":):).That was the night they promised to be together to take on the world. And be there for each other no matter what happened! An unexplainable bond of togetherness without a label, let the mystery puzzle the world, we couldn't care less! Relationships are messy and people eventually get hurt, we're young once...we should live laugh and love and keep the serious stuff for later on!;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me smile through my heart!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-8530096213612414207?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/8530096213612414207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8530096213612414207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/8530096213612414207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-3757473774317469276</id><published>2009-10-11T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:51:28.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN quicklist!:@</title><content type='html'>Sending messages were WAY eaiser without having to deal with those damn quick lists!:@ I always end up sending messages to the wrong people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this time around I was glad it went to roomie and not anyone else, Shes still trying to put the pieces together, I'll eventually tell her whats it about, don't feel like killing the suspence for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty funny how a few words can change your perspective about situations, i've told you my weakness, i've poured my heart out to you. I understand you aren't superman....you're only human..you feel as much as I do...you see as much as I do...I know you can't make everything perfect for me BUT I'm glad you're willing to be by my side through those not-so-perfect moments:) Thats all I ask for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that I thought the highest of eventually let me down, those that I cared about eventually left without thinking twice about how I would feel. I've learnt from these mistakes, NO I'm not saying that I will be prepared for it the next time something as such happens...because thats just not possible. Though I will be careful about the kind of people I surround myself with so that I don't let anything like that happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST DONE WITH ASSIGNMENT!:):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-3757473774317469276?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/3757473774317469276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/damn-quicklist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3757473774317469276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/3757473774317469276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/damn-quicklist.html' title='DAMN quicklist!:@'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-2940043339129548651</id><published>2009-10-09T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:30:18.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The gangs request!;-)</title><content type='html'>I've finally gotten round to doing what you guys asked me to do a million years ago!:)&lt;br /&gt;Kay-My totally opposite Siamese twin! I still can't why you're so calm and collected. Organised and practical!! Everything i'm not/ever going to be!! Those LATE night calls (or should i say early morning talks!) Thanx for always being there, you were the one that always showed me a deeper meaning towards things. You know I'd never say this in person because you know "how" expressive I'm in terms of emotion!:P but I'm really grateful to have someone like you to look up to. You're the only one that can get me back on track when I start to drift away. You've always been like my bullet proof vest:) I love you so much for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Con- My lovable loser,The most famous love hate friendship of '08!!!!! I have no idea who met who first,or how we became friends. The only things i remember are those rib tickling lab classes,fighting for the best seat,playing rock paper scissors to see GP, tripping on hot guys,making fun of juniors,those u19 soccer matches!;) The bus rides where all of us usually ended up on the floor...the list is never ending and i hope that's how it remains!! I really miss your laugh! I know I'm not there with you,but I promise you this if ever you need me there, let me know. I won't hesitate to be there for you. You're the BEST loser ever=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush Man-The insane bush man! I reckon I was the only one in school that could keep up with your hyper activeness!!! I still remember the day you chased me with the mop around the senior block!But nothing beats your SKILLS at rugby!!!!&lt;3 Chinese TV shows were the best stress reliever! Those mid night fone calls just to see if i was awake, and then competing to see who was able to stay up the latest. You know more about me then i actually know about myself, you were the only one that realised the vulnerability in my eyes." I know you are eager to start a new beginning,but your eyes tell a different story, I saw you smiling and saying you last goodbyes to everything you knew,grew up with and loved more then life itself but your eyes....there is something about them today,they seem to want to move on yet not let go.." YES i remember the whole conversation:D Thanx for watching over me, EVEN THOUGH you are still 10 days younger then me!:P I love you more then you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others coming up soon, please don't kill me, This was in no specific order ALL of you guys mean the world to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-2940043339129548651?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/2940043339129548651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/gangs-request.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2940043339129548651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2940043339129548651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/gangs-request.html' title='The gangs request!;-)'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-7655087532541198810</id><published>2009-10-09T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T06:56:32.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaane Kyun...</title><content type='html'>Kyun hum unhi logoon pas vishwaas kartein hai jo hume anth mein dkhoka de jaatein hai? Aaj mere sath kuch aisi hi baat hui. Baat utni bhi ghambeer nahi thi lekin bharosa ek bahut hi mahatwapurna cheez hai...well, for me it is!! And i guess thats where i went wrong!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aise logoon par vishwaas karna meri purani galti hai! Aasha hai ki aaj ke baad yeh naubat na aaye ki jispe main bharosa karoon wahi mujhe dhoka de jaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like walking on egg shells at the moment....trying to control and hold yourself together. I would rather isolate myself for the time being, kyonki  kisi ko kuch bhuri tarha kehne se toh acha hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust ek sheeshe ki tarha hota hai, ek baar jo toot jaye, woh dobara jur sakta hai lekin it will never go back to being the same....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-7655087532541198810?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/7655087532541198810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/jaane-kyun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7655087532541198810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7655087532541198810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/jaane-kyun.html' title='Jaane Kyun...'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-390024893179104372</id><published>2009-10-09T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:39:37.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; asked me a question, one that has me thinking till now..... What she said was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; very true. I'm...well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; i wasn't someone who would do things like that....I was never someone who let things go over board. So, for once her question left me speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I made a promise to you guys that i wouldn't change, i wouldn't forget about who I'm or where I'm from.......now i feel as though I haven't kept my end of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bargain&lt;/span&gt;..... Maybe its knowing the fact that no ones watching you and there is no one to judge you that has led me down this path. Then again, I don't want to make excuses for my actions because the final decision was always mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I can't change what has happened, but i do ensure you guys that none of this will happen again..(well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; anytime soon;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; for getting my "Fijian Brain" back to the way it should have been with your question:)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-390024893179104372?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/390024893179104372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/390024893179104372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/390024893179104372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-9081063960551510815</id><published>2009-10-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:55:56.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day- A new begining</title><content type='html'>I really should stop blogging midday because i leave out most of the important details. Like getting soaked in the rain while playing tag! Its amazing how we forgot everything for a moment and just let ourselves go. I would not have walked back in the thunder/lightening/rain had you not been there. I'm glad you didn't get struck by lightening:P I would never be able to replace such an "awesome" surf instructor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; learnt is that the important things in life are the ones worth waiting for. Patience is a virtue i have yet to learn because we can't always get what we want. In my case, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no idea what i want and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what makes me even more impatient. Knowing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fact that&lt;/span&gt; there is someone else that is waiting for your decision is even more painful as each day gone by is another day wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think letting go is the best thing to do for now because holding on is just too painful. What is makes matters worse is letting something so special pass by because of my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we joke; and sometimes we're serious.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we're just indulged in random talking that doesn't make sense to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;(even us)And sometimes we don't talk at all.&lt;br /&gt;But all of the times- I feel comfortable with you,and I trust you with every word I say.&lt;br /&gt;You will find someone better:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;  Yeah, crazy girl has gone for her creative writing feedback!! Can't wait to hear about how it went. I really like her thoughts, maybe....just maybe, one day I'll have a serious conversation with her(maybe not). She is a total kick ass artist &amp;amp;&amp;amp; totally creative reminds me of air con;-). I'll post some of her stuff... soon...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;...I don't need somebody to complete me. I want you to know - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; give up my love,&lt;br /&gt;BUT  I'm not giving up my soul..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-9081063960551510815?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/9081063960551510815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-day-new-begining.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/9081063960551510815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/9081063960551510815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-day-new-begining.html' title='A new day- A new begining'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-2513712938199517581</id><published>2009-10-06T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:46:59.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like trying to catch your shadow- IMPOSSIBLE!</title><content type='html'>It was just one of those days where you felt e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;verything&lt;/span&gt; would go well.....that was very much true, till i got a glimpse of him again. All those thoughts that i dreaded for the past week came rushing back.With a weak smile and heavy heart i decided to stop over and talk with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain in his eyes was almost impossible to miss. I could see he tried his best to cover it up with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;usual&lt;/span&gt; jokes but it just didn't seem to do the trick this time around. What hurt even more was knowing the fact that I was the reason for him being in that state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only said a few words, the silence did the rest of the talking. It's times like these you wish you could start over...or turn back time even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;though impossible&lt;/span&gt; as it may seem. Its not that i enjoy doing this to him. I wish he would understand my side of the story. I guess in the end it is my fault after all because i haven't told him the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about his reaction. Would he understand my insecurities?? Would he understand my side of the story???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him being perfect in so many ways might be the reason for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indecisiveness&lt;/span&gt;.......Oh well, right now I don't have it in me to face the situation. Yeah, you can call me a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kicken&lt;/span&gt;".. It's just impossible to give an answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do all the rivers flow into the ocean? And why does all the love in the world come strait from the heart? And why does all the pain I feel come from deep inside? Oh, all those questions I could have answered ... if you were by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO MARKETING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-2513712938199517581?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/2513712938199517581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-like-trying-to-catch-your-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2513712938199517581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/2513712938199517581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-like-trying-to-catch-your-shadow.html' title='It&apos;s like trying to catch your shadow- IMPOSSIBLE!'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-5435510578634294804</id><published>2009-10-05T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:30:19.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippiiieee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yessss, total awesomeness!!!!!! GUESS WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I finally started with my Marketing assignment! That too with motivation from dodgy's cousin! Yes, the one i've only met twice! A much needed outing on Thursday night just sounds TOO tempting....;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have to get this assignment done by thursday so that i can move on with another major assignments! ARRGHHHH week 10 will definitly NOT be my favourite week!:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;....tip top lick lock....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;back to marketing for the time being!!!;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-5435510578634294804?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/5435510578634294804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/yippiiieee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5435510578634294804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/5435510578634294804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/yippiiieee.html' title='Yippiiieee'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-558753431746898263</id><published>2009-10-05T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T03:01:41.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME SONG!&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes bright eyes, Every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURN AROUND&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-558753431746898263?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/558753431746898263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesome-song3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/558753431746898263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/558753431746898263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesome-song3.html' title='AWESOME SONG!&lt;3'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-6083614117559249222</id><published>2009-10-04T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:46:52.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag- You're IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, its Monday!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Officially&lt;/span&gt; the worst day of the week! I have 2 lectures! Ones over and done with! Another one to go from 6-8! Someone save me from the pain!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Met up with Jess, shes eager about getting rid of the marketing assignment! ( YES, the one i haven't started with).Plan on pulling an all nighter at dodgy's place( hope music isn't a distaction as usual, OR trips to the beach)..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just realised how insane my friends are, the gang calls me up from the library and decides to sing "Straight Through My Heart" Hoorrrrayyy for BSB! LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Missed the gang back home so bad last night.........just the fact that someones there for you. It was just one of those days where a simple hug would make you feel so much better,even though nothing was wrong.... I miss the comfort of being with friends who used to annoy me everyday yet drop everything and be there for me if ever i felt alone. Oneof the many perks of being the youngest in the lot;-)!!!! Oh well gone are those days.... not that i'm not in touch with them anymore....it's just that distance does become a problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh well, i better penn off now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Till tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-6083614117559249222?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/6083614117559249222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/tag-youre-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6083614117559249222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/6083614117559249222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag- You&apos;re IT!'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-7119013540208857250</id><published>2009-10-03T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:52:09.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing + Confusion! ARGHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shampoos aren't my favourite things at the moment! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARRGHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really have to get on with my marketing assignment which is about evaluating a bottle of shampoo!!(how wonderful). I need big time motivation as well as a diversion from the distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last night was hilarious. Having 2 random guys walk into our apartment is exactly what you need at 1 in the morning. The crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Norwegian&lt;/span&gt; suffered from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;giggling&lt;/span&gt; fits which made it almost impossible to have a conversation without bursting into mad fits of laughter. I should come up with a new nickname for her, i guess dysfunctional doesn't suit her anymore. How does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nitrous&lt;/span&gt; oxide sound? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I have no idea why but i totally get a kick out of teasing her, I've promised that I'd be nice to her from today since she finds that to be totally awkward. It's actually funny, because we have become so used to finding ways to annoy each other that an aura of niceness just seems too awkward to handle. But she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; one of those few people that could light up a dull day with her randomness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She is pretty stressed out at the moment which i totally dislike but there isn't much I can do to help her out. I guess letting her know that things will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; is easier said then done... Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;habits&lt;/span&gt; die hard....and i can't see people around me sad and i bet the gang back home would vouch for that;-) I do hope she gets through this situation and goes back to being her cheeky cheerful self:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. &amp;amp; maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there".&lt;br /&gt;((The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chbosky&lt;/span&gt; ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-7119013540208857250?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/7119013540208857250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/marketing-confusion-arghhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7119013540208857250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7119013540208857250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/marketing-confusion-arghhhhhh.html' title='Marketing + Confusion! ARGHHHHHH'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381020612547767441.post-7932129795405187786</id><published>2009-10-03T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:48:23.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Blogging</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, finally after a much needed 8 month break from blogging, I'm back:)&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday...a painfully slow Saturday. I should be getting on with an assignment which is due exactly a week from today BUT as usual I've deferred that activity to a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so much to see...it's like discovering a whole new world. Though there are certain moments when do I look back and question my decision to venture out alone. But those moments quickly fade away when I go off on one of my little adventures. In the past 3 months I've learnt more about life then i ever had, (Well maybe thats a tad bit exaggeration...) This is very much a learning experiance for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I didn't have a problem making friends, most of whome are very much similar to the ones i have back home. One thing I've learnt is that you do not have to change yourself inorder to fit in. Others will love you for who you are rather than what you are when you're with them. Yeah, this was a very short insight into my little adventure!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you guys updated, as for now I'm heading off to grab some food.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381020612547767441-7932129795405187786?l=livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/feeds/7932129795405187786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7932129795405187786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381020612547767441/posts/default/7932129795405187786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelaughandlove5.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back To Blogging'/><author><name>Wild_Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404265438117879593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoPi-3_3xBg/SscePLYQr5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqO9x3PhDhs/S220/DSC00516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
