<?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-5430067498726698183</id><updated>2012-03-01T21:39:01.598+13:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gRCKccMIM0/ToViRk6ui6I/AAAAAAAABFI/Svm1BYLqxNA/s1600/Jessica-White-Maybelline-Fit-Me-Campaign.png'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPfzxz3UufQ/TKq-DMIAqNI/AAAAAAAAAs0/i7RE2pj7OGA/s400/rachel+and+hayley+-+%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC+-+%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPfzxz3UufQ/TJh1gOUeBEI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fHpRxHlatBE/s1600/tumblr_l5k70dgs8N1qbz86ko1_500.jpg'/><title type='text'>Anything But Ordinary</title><subtitle type='html'>"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>295</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-627763641451852517</id><published>2012-03-01T21:12:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T21:39:01.616+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait Till Its Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;Week two!!! only like another 10 weeks to go before semester 1 finishes!!!! :) Gah i am so tired!!! Having lectures and tut for 5 hours straight is TOO MUCH!! I thought i could handle it, but yeahhhhh..........dot dot dot dot dot...  its not actually my brain thats dying. Its more my stomach. I WANT FOOD!!! 5 hours of no eating sucks. esp when you wake up really late in the morning and only have time to scoff down some instant porridge. I don't even have time to make my own lunch!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am soo far behind on my work. Don't think there is a single subject that i'm up to date with. There is just SO MUCH WORK!!! where do they all come from!??!? You get one pile done, BREATH FOR A SEC, then before you know it, th&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;e next pile shows up. D: But don't feel too sorry for me, :) i am actually quite enjoying the papers i'm taking this semester. Its a little bit of this and a little bit of that, but I like the variety and my lecturers seem nice enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;EXCEPT, today i got a little bit annoyed, cuz i worked out that i spent 600 bucks on stupid text books this semester! *screams* AND half of them are like second hand!!! WHY SO EXPENSIVE!!! Well thats pretty much all my pocket money- GONE. No more eating out, no more excessive phone calling back to Chin&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;a, no more shopping to de-stress myself, no more buying coffee every day. etc etc  oh my gowsh, i can't do anything without money :(( oh, FYI, I'm not exaggerating, my bank acc is actually on overdraft at the moment- IM SERIOUS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh you know what? today when i was at the libarary, i was sitting next to some guy with his friends, and they were "studying" but talking REALLY loudly at the same time, so i was annoyed and looked over, and realized they were acutally on youtube, and deciding between which STUDY MUSIC to download. -_______- wat the heck?!? I didn't know people were into that sorta thing?! Study music??? REALLY!??!? People really seriously listen to that!?!? They actually google/ you tube that kinda thing??? So there is actually a category of music called st&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;udy music???? huh?? OMG i am so confused -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;Gonna finish up on this: [btw guys, i do this all the time :D ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2TVot4hQ6M/T080ibQMkoI/AAAAAAAABZ8/i-v1NrtszH8/s400/377932_236900679703445_108106415916206_641764_456271246_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714844218192335490" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-627763641451852517?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/627763641451852517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=627763641451852517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/627763641451852517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/627763641451852517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2012/03/cant-wait-till-its-over.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait Till Its Over'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2TVot4hQ6M/T080ibQMkoI/AAAAAAAABZ8/i-v1NrtszH8/s72-c/377932_236900679703445_108106415916206_641764_456271246_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1398723193718146285</id><published>2012-02-28T23:34:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T23:39:08.598+13:00</updated><title type='text'>People you love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's so important to tell the people you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt; how much you love them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;while they can hear you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1398723193718146285?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/1398723193718146285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=1398723193718146285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1398723193718146285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1398723193718146285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2012/02/people-you-love.html' title='People you love'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8152216491237145187</id><published>2012-02-26T14:31:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T14:36:31.139+13:00</updated><title type='text'>弹弹琴恋恋爱</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IH_CIg8Dq8Y?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;Just finished watching this movie and I really like the main theme song :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: 100%; "&gt;我的爱 轻轻松松是为你而来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; font-size: 100%; "&gt;你的微笑填满我心怀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 24px; "&gt;你的爱 一步一步慢慢靠过来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 24px; "&gt;有种甜甜小小的依赖 连傻笑都变得精彩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 24px; "&gt;不知道我觉得很奇怪 才离开就想要再回来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 24px; "&gt;一种莫名傻傻的期待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 24px; "&gt;我明白是爱情在使坏 闭上眼却害怕爱不在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 24px; "&gt;甜蜜的沦陷已经无力的逃开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 24px; "&gt;我只想弹弹琴恋恋爱 写下跟你的精彩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 24px; "&gt;黑键白键敲出的都是 一幕幕我们的爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 24px; "&gt;我只想谈谈情恋恋爱 体会对你的依赖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 24px; "&gt;勾勾小指头宁静的许下 对真爱的期待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8152216491237145187?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8152216491237145187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8152216491237145187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8152216491237145187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8152216491237145187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='弹弹琴恋恋爱'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IH_CIg8Dq8Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-5371025347429167440</id><published>2012-02-24T22:47:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T23:16:33.155+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I Missed Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;We said that we would keep in touch. But I've realized that touch is not something you can keep; as soon as it's gone, it's gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;We should have just said that we would keep in words, because they are all we can string between us- words on a telephone line, words appearing on a screen.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I know that it only takes a few seconds to make that phone call or to send a text to say hey. Something so simple, yet it goes undone. Truthfully, i think about you more than I let you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Perhaps this is a mechanism for self defense, to keep you from getting to close too me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;I know this probably does not make sense, but don't think you are forgotten. And perhaps, maybe i should take my own advice, and realize that you too, are making an effort to remind me that i am in your thoughts. Sometimes i feel so undeserving of your thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zIwprtA75s/T0diRIN0oxI/AAAAAAAABZw/71mJ_YlPjJk/s400/untitled_by_francesca-jane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712642698745520914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;when you want someone in your life, you should try your hardest to keep them in your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I miss you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-5371025347429167440?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/5371025347429167440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=5371025347429167440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5371025347429167440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5371025347429167440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-missed-us.html' title='I Missed Us'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zIwprtA75s/T0diRIN0oxI/AAAAAAAABZw/71mJ_YlPjJk/s72-c/untitled_by_francesca-jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-5130085047744931213</id><published>2012-02-23T19:54:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T20:27:08.142+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Day Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Went to my first 8am lecture of the year today!! :) I know everyone hates having early lectures, but honestly waking up early makes the day seem sooo much longer, and you do get more stuff done :D I should really make more of an effort to attend all my 8am lectures this semester. Since tutorials don't officially commence until next week, technically i only had one lecture today, and spent rest of the time trying to sort out some admin stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;After mgmt accounting this morning, I was gonna go home until i bumped into zhania!! :D I couldn't be bothered walking home so i tagged along with her to her &lt;/span&gt;psychology lecture- i stayed there for all 2 hours of it!! :D its way way way WAYYY more interesting than any lecture i've ever been to! They get to watch cool videos on youtube!!- including this video of this guy called "cat man" lol (this rando guy who had like 100 surgery trying to turn himself into a cat -_- he's even gonna get fake ear implants *ewwww) I should've just majored in psych!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;After, Zhania and I went to check out textbook prices. and OMG! My taxation law text book is friggin 200 bucks!!! AND Auditing is 190 bucks -_- and and Econ is 189 bucks! ANd lemme tell you, thats AFTER student discount. In the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt; i didn't buy any, gonna do it the cheap way and try to source 2nd hand books around ppl on campus :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Then, i got really really hungry, like that kind of sudden hunger that makes you wanna take a chunk out of the nearest tree. So Zhania and I went to Ric mall to get food. There is decent cafeterias on campus, but toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;y is clubs day and there were just too many people around, PLUS the smell of sausage sizzle kinda makes me sick now. AND AND we both really wanted decent asian food (i.e rice/ noodles) so off we went :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YlVj9IlLDOw/T0Xo6XHkyYI/AAAAAAAABZk/AizOuAm761E/s400/random%2Bpoosss%2Bz%2Band%2Bh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712227791725185410" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bumming around the bus stop :DDD (gowsh im so creepy sometimes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay better go sleep now, zzzZZZZ i think the 8am start is getting to me... D: Night Night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-5130085047744931213?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/5130085047744931213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=5130085047744931213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5130085047744931213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5130085047744931213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2012/02/fourth-day-back.html' title='Fourth Day Back'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YlVj9IlLDOw/T0Xo6XHkyYI/AAAAAAAABZk/AizOuAm761E/s72-c/random%2Bpoosss%2Bz%2Band%2Bh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6300230856448960834</id><published>2012-02-21T22:03:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T22:09:50.279+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness of the present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 18px; "&gt;Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. every movie we see, every story we’re told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. but sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. and maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe it’s you, on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 18px; "&gt;r own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment… you never gave up hope.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5WAK0hoWkQ/T0NfLYRQMNI/AAAAAAAABZY/GcCxROQQgYM/s400/tumblr_l55xge0Jxa1qzp114o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711513401533935826" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6300230856448960834?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/6300230856448960834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=6300230856448960834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6300230856448960834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6300230856448960834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2012/02/happiness-of-present.html' title='Happiness of the present'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5WAK0hoWkQ/T0NfLYRQMNI/AAAAAAAABZY/GcCxROQQgYM/s72-c/tumblr_l55xge0Jxa1qzp114o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-7772775984419119794</id><published>2012-02-21T01:05:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T01:48:29.860+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting At The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;FIRST!! &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LUCY!!! :DDDDD&lt;/b&gt; I'm gonna miss you soo much when you leave for Jap next month :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;SECOND!!!  I'm gonna have to delay uploading Singapore photos cuz right now, i just don't feel like it! &amp;gt;:[ I wanna blab about my first day of uni :) nawww i feel like a freshmen again, all hyped up for nothing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;SO. Uni started yesterday :( no more waking up at 2pm, watching Sherlock Holmes and Gossip Girl until 8pm. Mum keeps telling me off for being  lazy, and my excuse is that i'm still jet lagged *puffttt big fat lie* :] okay I lie too much. New Years Resolution- STOP LYING. Anyways, Uni was great :) actually the first few days is always great, until all the assignments and crap starts &lt;/span&gt;suffocating you&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;. Looking through my schedule, Im 95 percent confident that I have 3 tests and 3 assignments due in the same week (unless it snows, or another earthquake comes along)  Yeah yeah, i know my workload is probably nothing compared to all the ENG/ MED people, but its still a lot okay!? Ugh, sometimes I feel so pathetic, why can't I just man up and get on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt; with the work?!!! &amp;lt;--IGNORE!  I don't want to feel all emo on my first day, so im just gonna shove that thought aside and focus on the positives :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;My first lecture this morning was at 10am, which is actually at a pretty good time right? except I kinda woke up really really late, and didnt even have time to brush my hair (hopefully no one noticed). So i thought i'd save time by biking to uni, which is great except that when i got to uni and tired to park my bike i realized that I totally forgot my bike lock's password. &amp;lt;-- EMBARRASSING RIGHT??? especially since I've had that lock since like FOREVER!! I tried to call mummy, but she ignored me and put me on voice mail. In the end, i just twisted the lock thingy around the bike t&lt;/span&gt;yre&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;, pretending that I locked it and covered it with my he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;lmet, then walked away -_-". I probably shouldnt've done that, but I really didn't wanna be late for my first lecture of the year :) The lecture was like 2 hours, and i couldn't even concentrate properly cuz all i could think about was omg IS SOMEONE GONNA STEAL MY BIKE!!?? :((( Anyways, the story has a happy ending, cuz Prakash managed to help me fix it at the end :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Then I met up with the "gang" lol &amp;lt;--- bhahaha :DDD, and we had lunch outside &lt;/span&gt;psychology building!! It was definitely really nice seeing all those familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;r faces again :) including some new ones. THEN i went with zhania and danny to sign up for the gym (I know the chances of me going is slim, but oh well i feel good signing up cuz it makes me feel like i'm doing something nice for myself :DDD) Retarded logic right?? But yeah canterbury has this stupid rule its like if you dont sign up for gym membership then everytime you go to the recreation center you have to pay 8 bucks. I KNOW RIGHT??!! so unfair!! So say if i just wanted to walk in and say hi to a friend, I have to pay 8 bucks, UNLESS i have my membership card :DDDD which, I NOW HAVE!! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;THEN. Ivy and I went around all the lil tents to get our orientation package, and we saw more people!! :D THEN we went to the library and hanged around, playing on ivy's new tablet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;THEN i went home and cooked dinner with mummy, and wrote emails to my lecturers telling them how im not actually enrolled yet, cuz studylink is being gay plus stupid and wont pay my fees yet! Obviously I didn't worded like that haha but yup, Studylink still HASN'T PAID MY FEES!! So all the online discussion thingys that we are suppose to submit, I can't do that! AND i can't even print off my lecture notes or anything!!! grrrrr STUDYLINK, this time YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR!!!  &amp;gt;:[[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;OH AND, i got a lil bored so i started playing with my hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;mehehehehhe :DD I don't usually curl it, cuz im soooooooo lazy. But it was kinda fuzzy anyways after showering so i thought, mehn, why not :DDD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VF7VmOrWExI/T0I_C1FUVDI/AAAAAAAABZM/YY8_t_Xh_XM/s400/H%2Bfeb%2B2012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711196595300881458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 310px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tuuu taaaa luuuuu, i'm off to bed now :) totally PUMPED for another day of FUN FUN FUN AT UNI :DDD (NOT) -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-7772775984419119794?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/7772775984419119794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=7772775984419119794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/7772775984419119794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/7772775984419119794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2012/02/starting-at-beginning.html' title='Starting At The Beginning'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VF7VmOrWExI/T0I_C1FUVDI/AAAAAAAABZM/YY8_t_Xh_XM/s72-c/H%2Bfeb%2B2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-5134129295736951241</id><published>2012-02-17T15:22:00.013+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T17:02:29.045+13:00</updated><title type='text'>MALAYSIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: center; "&gt;QUICK SUMMARY OF MY TRIP TO MALAYSIA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: center; "&gt;(KL, TAPA, CAMERON HIGHLANDS, PENANG AND MELAKA) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its about time that I give a quick update of my long summer holiday!! :) Im soo exhausted but super hyped and happy just thinking about all the yummy asian food, shopping, travelling that I did. :DD Gahhh I love Asia. Took something like nearly 2000 photos throughout my whole trip (Malaysia, Singapore and China) But you know, towards the end of the trip I really missed NZ :( Though, now that I'm back- im starting to miss Asia again -___- I KNOW RIGHT?? I'M SUCH A WEIRDO!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well I hope you guys are ready to see lots of photos and blabbing from me :DD tee heee. Thats why i''ve been trying to put off updating my blog, cuz there is just SOO MUCH STUFF TO SAY, and i really don't know where to begin :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, please excuse my English -__-" I think my vocab, grammar, punctuation etc is awful right now. Its cuz i've been in Asia for the last 3 months, most of the time i just spoke Chinese heheh :) But on the plus side, my Chinese has certainly improved!! Yay yay! I can officially go shopping by myself in China and take the metro etc without getting lost!! Go me!!! :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay let me jump straight into my trip to&lt;b&gt; MALAYSIA wit&lt;/b&gt;h my friends Keren, Josh and Alex :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE NOTE&lt;/b&gt;: I don't know why the order of my photos came out retarded, but the &lt;b&gt;beginning is actually at the bottom of this page&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;SO PLEASE SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE AND START THERE &lt;/b&gt;:d (that is, if you are even going to be bothered reading it hahah ) or you could just do it the easy way and quickly skim over the photos :). Yup, that works I guess hahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS IS THE END OF THE TRIP. SCROLL DOWN TO BOTTOM OF PAGE FOR THE BEGINNING :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fGyLwSpsPE/Tz2-gwaMKRI/AAAAAAAABZA/9Ahq2RdJh6s/s1600/DSC01531.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fGyLwSpsPE/Tz2-gwaMKRI/AAAAAAAABZA/9Ahq2RdJh6s/s400/DSC01531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709929372535499026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MELAKA: left Penang and went to Melaka!:D Here is a pic of us outside "Christ- Church" cathedral at Melaka :D Yup, they have their own Christ Church :DDDDD From Melaka, we then left Malaysia for Singapore :) WHICH I WILL UPDATE NEXT TIME :DDDDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okz69iU1Pow/Tz2-gqmG8aI/AAAAAAAABYw/8F3bMVmKcOk/s1600/DSC01465.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okz69iU1Pow/Tz2-gqmG8aI/AAAAAAAABYw/8F3bMVmKcOk/s400/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709929370974876066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: the pool at Golden Sands. Well actually, they have like 3 pools D: AND AND THEY HAVE a Haagen- Dazs right next to the pool!! :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6rKFmEq4mA/Tz2-gYRadpI/AAAAAAAABYk/r0W5I_6bumc/s1600/DSC01461.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6rKFmEq4mA/Tz2-gYRadpI/AAAAAAAABYk/r0W5I_6bumc/s400/DSC01461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709929366056236690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: HA, OUR HOTEL IS AWESOME RIGHT????!!! I love you Golden Sands!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pMU7h_w13-c/Tz2-gLGAQHI/AAAAAAAABYc/LwJMpDeQT78/s1600/DSC01421.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pMU7h_w13-c/Tz2-gLGAQHI/AAAAAAAABYc/LwJMpDeQT78/s400/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709929362518720626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgYIqh9swHE/Tz2-f3hDBDI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Fwi-5kqtPAM/s1600/DSC01420.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgYIqh9swHE/Tz2-f3hDBDI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Fwi-5kqtPAM/s400/DSC01420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709929357263438898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: LOL ALEX, epic fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WzHkTRFho0M/Tz2-Cld_9uI/AAAAAAAABYE/8MDvciTE9FY/s1600/DSC01414.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WzHkTRFho0M/Tz2-Cld_9uI/AAAAAAAABYE/8MDvciTE9FY/s400/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709928854202611426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: Keren and I being silly ahah :DD After 3 goes at jumping, we finally get it right, but then this old lady walks in -__-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RGuNCgRQp2c/Tz2-CKFye_I/AAAAAAAABX8/HKZSUAhnA80/s1600/DSC01410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RGuNCgRQp2c/Tz2-CKFye_I/AAAAAAAABX8/HKZSUAhnA80/s400/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709928846853307378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: BEACH BEACH BEACH!!!!!!!! AT Golden Sands!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yBHGdL1pysA/Tz2-B9lg4OI/AAAAAAAABXs/7r8Hsx9J7q0/s1600/DSC01392.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yBHGdL1pysA/Tz2-B9lg4OI/AAAAAAAABXs/7r8Hsx9J7q0/s400/DSC01392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709928843496710370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: lol josh was so cute, he fell asleep almost straight away once we settled into Golden Sands ahahah. I guess he must have been really tired :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLTGtJWHIyQ/Tz2-BE6yU9I/AAAAAAAABXg/ulApoDqwm3k/s1600/DSC01379.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLTGtJWHIyQ/Tz2-BE6yU9I/AAAAAAAABXg/ulApoDqwm3k/s400/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709928828285113298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: Keren and I posing outside our balcony at GOLDEN SANDS xxox &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H39m7b-qA2E/Tz2-AyM2FbI/AAAAAAAABXU/Ci-u7OKxvAs/s1600/DSC01374.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H39m7b-qA2E/Tz2-AyM2FbI/AAAAAAAABXU/Ci-u7OKxvAs/s400/DSC01374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709928823260583346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: I LOVE GOLDEN SANDS RESORT!!!! MUWAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3O9fr6uGNg/Tz29ivydspI/AAAAAAAABXI/BM4vkS6scnw/s1600/DSC01367.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3O9fr6uGNg/Tz29ivydspI/AAAAAAAABXI/BM4vkS6scnw/s400/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709928307216986770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: pic of Keren and I's room!!!!!!  So on our third day, we stayed at our EPIC HOTEL!!! &lt;b&gt;GOLDEN SANDS RESORT BY SHANGRI-LA!!!&lt;/b&gt; GAHHH BEST PLACE EVER!! i still get soo hyped just thinking about living there. They service and everything was amazing!! I loved their food!!! the buffet!!! I got custom made omelets!! lol :DDD  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axhKij1LOws/Tz29iW_x92I/AAAAAAAABW8/Tzg5Xttu69Y/s1600/DSC01327.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axhKij1LOws/Tz29iW_x92I/AAAAAAAABW8/Tzg5Xttu69Y/s400/DSC01327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709928300561954658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: GELATO!!!! oh my gowsh!! it was soo hard deciding which ones to get!! Cuz i wanted all of them!!! :DDDD You guys gotta be there to see how yummy they all looked!!!! GAHHHH *dribbles* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64oTvwwS64Q/Tz29iAq5W9I/AAAAAAAABWw/Fywks92eU-0/s1600/DSC01321.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64oTvwwS64Q/Tz29iAq5W9I/AAAAAAAABWw/Fywks92eU-0/s400/DSC01321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709928294568778706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: more pic of  OOURRRRRR AWESOME JETTY!!!! :dddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AUYlzJqn6wg/Tz29iFvTYOI/AAAAAAAABWg/Ch42fDnTFR8/s1600/DSC01316.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AUYlzJqn6wg/Tz29iFvTYOI/AAAAAAAABWg/Ch42fDnTFR8/s400/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709928295929438434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: Josh lol looking up at the sky :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IDYCCFLNRPo/Tz29hyqcF6I/AAAAAAAABWY/XtnPj4iMMmE/s1600/DSC01303.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IDYCCFLNRPo/Tz29hyqcF6I/AAAAAAAABWY/XtnPj4iMMmE/s400/DSC01303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709928290808764322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: sitting on the jetty!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM0SQ_iWqY8/Tz29JTtkSjI/AAAAAAAABWM/-NU5rSfs7XM/s1600/DSC01298.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM0SQ_iWqY8/Tz29JTtkSjI/AAAAAAAABWM/-NU5rSfs7XM/s400/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709927870183524914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: I HEARTED THIS JETTY!!! that had to be one of the highlights of the trip, just sitting there that day and talking and talking and talking until like 2 in the morning. ahahah and then getting gelato!!! &amp;lt;-- HEART HEART HEART!! :DDDDD I loved sitting there, feeling the warm breeeze and just having nothing on your mind! GAHHHH want to go bak there!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlRjZTzuoIA/Tz29JA9qutI/AAAAAAAABV8/iizObc97Oho/s1600/DSC01294.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlRjZTzuoIA/Tz29JA9qutI/AAAAAAAABV8/iizObc97Oho/s400/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709927865150782162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG: lol Weenis touching photo!!! ahaha it was hilarious trying to make those 3 take this photo. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BHd2lvO01fs/Tz29Imy18mI/AAAAAAAABV0/tOYjeeTbuPg/s1600/DSC01285.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BHd2lvO01fs/Tz29Imy18mI/AAAAAAAABV0/tOYjeeTbuPg/s400/DSC01285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709927858126058082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Night market food place in penang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD8xYO8v3JY/Tz29IeEDSSI/AAAAAAAABVk/EYTKbP-1g5U/s1600/DSC01283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD8xYO8v3JY/Tz29IeEDSSI/AAAAAAAABVk/EYTKbP-1g5U/s400/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709927855782316322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex ate jellyfish and pig's liver i think??? it was definitely something i remember i was really creeped out about :(( Cuz i dont eat those kinda stuff, e.g. trotters, lungs, liver, intestine, ears, etc etc yeah yeah i know, some of my friends keep saying omg are you even asian?? -_-"" MEHN, i think i can still be Asian without eating those kinda stuff!!!! &amp;gt;:((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z58FUCSJVKA/Tz29IPiajtI/AAAAAAAABVc/eeqeMV8aMWY/s1600/DSC01282.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z58FUCSJVKA/Tz29IPiajtI/AAAAAAAABVc/eeqeMV8aMWY/s400/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709927851883138770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PENANG!!!! :DDD So, we left Cameron Highlands for Penang! which i've decided is the best place in malaysia!! hahaha well at least for me :). We got there by a 2 hour bus ride, and Eva picked us up from the bus station, which was really nice of her :D. Then she took us out to the markets part to have FOOODD!!! :DDDDDD Here is a pic of Alex eating from this lil stall in PENANG!! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooa8FlEJzPE/Tz28r3O9L3I/AAAAAAAABVM/PkDzH_mk9W4/s1600/DSC01219.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooa8FlEJzPE/Tz28r3O9L3I/AAAAAAAABVM/PkDzH_mk9W4/s400/DSC01219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709927364322733938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Cameron Highlands, we went to this butterfly farm. IT WAS SOOO COOL!!! THERE WERE SOOOOOO MANY BUTTERFLIES..  Cuz you know how i'm kinda obsessed over butterflies, so it was like YAY YAY YAY for me. :) except when i got there, i kinda got a tad creeped out towards the end;  the butterflies WERE HUGE!! THEY WERE BIG AND BLACK AND LOOKED LIKE GIGANTIC BIRDS FLYING AT ME!! T_T AND AND there were also lots of dead ones randomly lying around. :(( But i still really enjoyed it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: photo of me at butterfly farm, with a random butterfly (which you can't really see cuz its so hidden away)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAxxzZGlupc/Tz28rhP7xjI/AAAAAAAABVE/TTW3ui0Ohts/s1600/DSC01192.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAxxzZGlupc/Tz28rhP7xjI/AAAAAAAABVE/TTW3ui0Ohts/s400/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709927358421255730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN, we left Tapa and went to Cameron Highlands. The temperature was definitely ALOT cooler. Technically we should be happier right??? but nooooo, after being so used to the heat, we were kinda like WOW, this is too chilly!!! MUST HAVE HOTNESS AGAIN!! lol. Here is a pic of me and Keren sitting outside our hostel at Cameron Highlands :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoqQaxr_O4U/Tz28rQxlYpI/AAAAAAAABU8/-0JlUKHMNb8/s1600/DSC01162.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoqQaxr_O4U/Tz28rQxlYpI/AAAAAAAABU8/-0JlUKHMNb8/s400/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709927353998992018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pavilion we stayed in at Tapa. I admit, i got really scared cuz we didn't have blankets or pillows and slept just like that. And AND there were spiders right outside our pavilion. There were also lots of mosquitoes biting me through out the night, so i got some infections on my leg after :(( but thinking back, it was actually quite fun :D Oh, aanddd I couldn't sleep throughout the night, so i made Keren and Alex tell me stories haha they made up this really cute story about this bunny rabbit, which somehow turned into a depressing horror story -__-"" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwbx8R8_Wrw/Tz28qj06CZI/AAAAAAAABUg/NG6Ji45svJ8/s1600/DSC01145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwbx8R8_Wrw/Tz28qj06CZI/AAAAAAAABUg/NG6Ji45svJ8/s400/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709927341933332882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE LEFT KL AND WENT TO THIS PLACE CALLED Tapa, stayed at this camp site. Which was quite an experience lol. The couple there that looked after us was really nice. Aunty Grace always cooked us REALLY YUMMY FOOD!!! :D Here is a pic of us gobbling like mad cuz we were sooooo hungry after going stream trotting :) well, at least I know i was STARVING!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XGuqloW-wzk/Tz28qja7EPI/AAAAAAAABUs/BJp7-o0LStk/s400/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709927341824348402" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what Josh ordered. (and oppos i just realized i forgot to put up what Alex ordered :(( I'll add it in my next entry :) SORRY ALEX haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M10CyZYqCAo/Tz28S-egE8I/AAAAAAAABUU/hiN7KzOFQdk/s1600/DSC01117.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M10CyZYqCAo/Tz28S-egE8I/AAAAAAAABUU/hiN7KzOFQdk/s400/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709926936770253762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I ordered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsNn3WWbUcM/Tz28Sc34wfI/AAAAAAAABUI/26sgKaAedNE/s1600/DSC01116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsNn3WWbUcM/Tz28Sc34wfI/AAAAAAAABUI/26sgKaAedNE/s400/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709926927749923314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DINNER AT SECRET RECIPE!!  After going computer/ gadget shopping we were sooo hungry!! So ate at this place called secret recipe, THE FOOD WAS SO GOOD!!! The above is a pic of Keren's food :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9p8SQFeQY9U/Tz28RGh96jI/AAAAAAAABT8/lAZ6JdGjEUU/s1600/DSC01090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9p8SQFeQY9U/Tz28RGh96jI/AAAAAAAABT8/lAZ6JdGjEUU/s400/DSC01090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709926904572537394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL Keren and I thought this couple on the bus was sooooo cute, so i wanted a photo of them, hehe and the only way i was gonna get the photo was to pretend to take a photo of Josh and Alex :) and thats EXACTLY what i did. LOL please dont think im creepy :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBarP_QRsus/Tz28RFfg0OI/AAAAAAAABTs/KW5FCoZlGlA/s1600/DSC01089.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBarP_QRsus/Tz28RFfg0OI/AAAAAAAABTs/KW5FCoZlGlA/s400/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709926904293806306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On KL tourist bus!!! I loved the tour guy's accent haha. He had this Malaysian slash American accent, which sounded AH- MAZING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AkH79vI2o-8/Tz28Q2IQBQI/AAAAAAAABTk/YeP2GTzCgUE/s1600/DSC01047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AkH79vI2o-8/Tz28Q2IQBQI/AAAAAAAABTk/YeP2GTzCgUE/s400/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709926900169704706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snake likes Keren :). Snake says "gimme a kiss on the cheek" :PP lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8CQVSxIp3A/Tz27pwQDG7I/AAAAAAAABTY/V9jtYwKk4Cc/s1600/DSC00994.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8CQVSxIp3A/Tz27pwQDG7I/AAAAAAAABTY/V9jtYwKk4Cc/s400/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709926228576902066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty lake in KL Lake Garden :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caI7uaLHyIY/Tz27pWRDqmI/AAAAAAAABTM/fDR93VDjghU/s1600/DSC01043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caI7uaLHyIY/Tz27pWRDqmI/AAAAAAAABTM/fDR93VDjghU/s400/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709926221601811042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE TOOK PHOTOS WITH A HUGE GIGANTIC SNAKE!!!!! $#(*$(#*$(#*#$*(# IT WAS SOOO CREEPY!! i may look like im all happy and smiling, but inside i was like DFJKSJFKLSDJK T______T"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBiN6D_kHtg/Tz27o8Nl4QI/AAAAAAAABTA/RJ71PtlajrQ/s1600/DSC00997.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBiN6D_kHtg/Tz27o8Nl4QI/AAAAAAAABTA/RJ71PtlajrQ/s400/DSC00997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709926214607954178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keren joining in the fun of eating melted chocolate!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjtTuXz8xlk/Tz27omtDFYI/AAAAAAAABSw/X_7nzgZAk3M/s1600/DSC00996.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjtTuXz8xlk/Tz27omtDFYI/AAAAAAAABSw/X_7nzgZAk3M/s400/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709926208834311554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex brought chocolate all the way from NZ, and it melted!! hahah so he squirted it out to drink it :P yummyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYrR77GLOaQ/Tz27JcAklII/AAAAAAAABSc/XJlD07xavKw/s1600/DSC00993.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYrR77GLOaQ/Tz27JcAklII/AAAAAAAABSc/XJlD07xavKw/s400/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709925673387463810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GANSTAAA BROO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDXR8tUDxGA/Tz27Je56PPI/AAAAAAAABSQ/M_Y3GI5rGGg/s1600/DSC00976.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDXR8tUDxGA/Tz27Je56PPI/AAAAAAAABSQ/M_Y3GI5rGGg/s400/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709925674164829426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AT DINO PARK! Alex being weird by playing Noughts and Crosses by himself -__- lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7d7M_iAzbA/Tz27IZPYeQI/AAAAAAAABSI/0AzZMULX7L8/s1600/DSC00968.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7d7M_iAzbA/Tz27IZPYeQI/AAAAAAAABSI/0AzZMULX7L8/s400/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709925655464409346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside Lake Garden in KL- gahahah 3 monkeys :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pb8RtTbu5R4/Tz27II9AGNI/AAAAAAAABR0/uis7n7Kv_rE/s1600/DSC00954.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pb8RtTbu5R4/Tz27II9AGNI/AAAAAAAABR0/uis7n7Kv_rE/s400/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709925651092347090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SECOND DAY BREAKFAST!!! omm nom nom malaysian food!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZbuAo6xL3Y/Tz27IG-rECI/AAAAAAAABRs/zWMFHWLI1WQ/s1600/DSC00933.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZbuAo6xL3Y/Tz27IG-rECI/AAAAAAAABRs/zWMFHWLI1WQ/s400/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709925650562486306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the supermarket after and got some really cool fruits that i've never seen before in my life!! Including star fruit, and this dragon fruit?? It had this lil plant thing growing out of the fruit hahaah I dont know how to describe it, but it looked AWESOME!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHEmPradHKk/Tz26uxy7KOI/AAAAAAAABRg/xYn8aiJ39Uk/s1600/DSC00922.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHEmPradHKk/Tz26uxy7KOI/AAAAAAAABRg/xYn8aiJ39Uk/s400/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709925215379335394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merdeka Square :) I liked the buildings!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmkkS6poIcQ/Tz26uqxIghI/AAAAAAAABRY/sC_yq_kK7_8/s1600/DSC00921.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmkkS6poIcQ/Tz26uqxIghI/AAAAAAAABRY/sC_yq_kK7_8/s400/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709925213492773394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merdeka Square!! lol those 3 being manly haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXPJ8F8rdwg/Tz26uVz5o9I/AAAAAAAABRI/Aebv13W114o/s1600/DSC00895.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXPJ8F8rdwg/Tz26uVz5o9I/AAAAAAAABRI/Aebv13W114o/s400/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709925207867237330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View of KL on top of KL TOWER! we went in the wet season, so you couldn't really see outside clearly cuz there was a massive storm soon after we got there :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9GYWKlFe-o/Tz26uMCZkgI/AAAAAAAABQ8/2TF5P3FUN3Y/s1600/DSC00870.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9GYWKlFe-o/Tz26uMCZkgI/AAAAAAAABQ8/2TF5P3FUN3Y/s400/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709925205243695618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pony ride Keren and I went on at the KL TOWER (lol keren's face looks so adorkable!! :D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVVxzJ6UG9k/Tz26t52iBOI/AAAAAAAABQw/x4I4DmnB_Gs/s1600/DSC00856.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVVxzJ6UG9k/Tz26t52iBOI/AAAAAAAABQw/x4I4DmnB_Gs/s1600/DSC00856.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVVxzJ6UG9k/Tz26t52iBOI/AAAAAAAABQw/x4I4DmnB_Gs/s400/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709925200362079458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OUTSIDE THE PETRONAS! Pretty right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OKAY. *DEEP BREATH* So, this was our first official day in Malaysia- KL. it was sooooo firggginn hot!! LIKE DEATHLY HOT!! well, not really, but you get the point. It felt like 40 degrees! My face was melting! And being Asian so having black hair, it felt like my hair was getting FRIED in the sun!!! YAY fried hair for lunch! lol. We landed in KL at something like 12am, and it was 29 degrees -____-. Taxied to our hotel, then SLEPT LIKE PIGS. woke up the next day and went to KL central part. Wanted to go up the twin tower, but it was CLOSED FOR RENOVATION!! &amp;lt;--- HOW SUPER GAY!!!!!! &amp;gt;:((((  But, we didn't let that get to us eheheh :) we went up the KL-tower instead, which was still super tall!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;START HERE!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-5134129295736951241?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/5134129295736951241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=5134129295736951241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5134129295736951241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5134129295736951241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2012/02/malaysia.html' title='MALAYSIA'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fGyLwSpsPE/Tz2-gwaMKRI/AAAAAAAABZA/9Ahq2RdJh6s/s72-c/DSC01531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8424050631276110467</id><published>2012-02-13T19:03:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T19:10:00.626+13:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO NEW ZEALAND CHCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOO HOOOOOOO!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I AM BACK!!! :D I know i promised to update while i was in Asia, but there was just sooo much stuff going on and i was having too much fun so kinda neglected my blog. :( but I am back now and thats the most important thing :) I got back on Thursday last week. AND IM STILL JET LAGGED!!! So. I'll give a proper update next time :) Right now I just wanted to post a quick message to all my readers and  say HI!! :DDD and yes, my blog is still alive hehehe :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, i'm really tired now after typing that- going to go back to bed :D Night!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8424050631276110467?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8424050631276110467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8424050631276110467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8424050631276110467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8424050631276110467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2012/02/hello-new-zealand-chch.html' title='HELLO NEW ZEALAND CHCH'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1715084366533695531</id><published>2011-11-17T00:27:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:41:09.246+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is it! Only a couple more hours and i'll be leaving Kiwi-a-go-go land :( I'll definitely miss this place, all the trees, birds, air, water, oh yeah and my fweennds haha I sound like i'm leaving for good. But a quarter of a year is a long time. By the time I come back summer will nearly be over, Uni will  start soon. And who knows, i'll probably be super fat from all the yummy Asian delicacies. I'd be lying if I said I'm not scared at all. This is the first time I'll be going overseas without my parents for this long. I went to Korea two years ago, by myself for 2 days but that was sorta just a "transfer" to China. This time is different.... don't really know what to expect. I'm sure it'll be fun; but I can't stop all the worries etc etc cloud over the excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, enough blabbing from me. I just wanted to tell you guys that;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'M OFF!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wish me luck!!! :) I need it! Fingers crossed that everything will go smoothly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I want to wish you all a &lt;/span&gt;WONDERFUL week and WEEKEND! NZ weather is seriously pretty dang awesome!! So, watcha wating for?! Don't hermit around at home! Put on your Sunnies! Slap on some Sunscreen!!! Go out and enjoy the sun!!! (Even though I don't like the "sun" because of sun spots, but I still enjoy walking around when its sunny; just as long as I don't get burnt :P ) haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCwkWywoYLY/TsOfuHWgk_I/AAAAAAAABPo/1H8u1Rign3U/s400/SPM_A0308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675555570013213682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 314px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll definitely try to check in from time to time; so don't ditch my blog COMPLETELY will ya? :DD haha &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the meantime keep yourself preoccupied with other stuff eh? I know you love my blog, and yes, i know its gonna be very very sad cuz there won't be as many updates :((( , but hey its been a long year and I needa break hehe AND I'm pretty sure after all my complaints, emo , psychotic posts you guys need a rest too :DDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDPlPXzaKII/TsOgUUFiEvI/AAAAAAAABP0/R7mzphbog7U/s400/tumblr_ls2qfx0qB71qhjehoo1_250.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675556226266698482" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take care ya'll!!! :((( The next time you guys see me; i'll be on the other side of the world! :)!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1715084366533695531?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/1715084366533695531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=1715084366533695531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1715084366533695531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1715084366533695531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/11/au-revoir-take-care.html' title='Au Revoir'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCwkWywoYLY/TsOfuHWgk_I/AAAAAAAABPo/1H8u1Rign3U/s72-c/SPM_A0308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-2834136381608292186</id><published>2011-11-14T10:02:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:00:48.566+13:00</updated><title type='text'>General Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIRST AND FOREMOST: I WOULD LIKE TO CONGRATULATE MY FRIEND IVY and Nancy's mummy for getting Baptized!!!!!!! CONGRATS!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- so happy for the both of you :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SECOND. You know whats funny? i just realized that during exam time when i should be busy cramming- i update my blog heaps. And then after exams, when i have all this free time- i can't be bothered writing anything. lol :DD  I'm too lazy to even write out proper sentences. so here is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;a quick blab of what i've been up to so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exams have finished. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depressed because my balance sheet didn't balance, I didnt do 3 questions in my finance paper, and  I didn't know how to do 4 questions out of 10 in my Econ exam. :(  And AND AND I bumped into my tutor after the exam, so I  asked him to check my answers. Sigh, lets just say that he didn't seem convinced that I knew what I was talking about. &amp;lt;- HOW DEPRESSING IS THAT! WHY AM I SO DUMB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went to see In Time with Nancy, Ivy, and Prakash.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was actually a pretty decent film. I liked the theme, but yeah it could've been sooo much better if Christopher Nolan produced it instead. But you know what? Justin Timberlake can actually act!!! He's pretty good. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went hiking with Nancy &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was sooo fun :)  I haven't seen her in agggeess so it was really great to see her again hehe. You know, I actually accidently said I'd go without thinking that I'd actually go. haha Does that make sense? I think i was on a sugar high from eating bags of lollies in the movies (cuz she nancy asked me to go during the movies) so yup, I was like YEAH SURE I'LL GO. LETS GO HIKING AND GAIN MUSCLES. And then the next morning at 9pm when i was still in bed, Nancy texted and said Hayley we're coming over to pick you up in 30 minutes. My face dropped like this DD: lol haha. The drive  there took like 2 hours. it was super far away; and there was no signal. so that just shows how far away we were!! :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The hike was really nice!! even though there was heaps of bugs, and creepy crawlies which bit my on my leg and arm even though Nancy already helped me to spray insect repelant. Ugh bugs just like stealing my blood!! &amp;gt;:( ewww.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOh-MC9ziMw/TsA2B3-XyjI/AAAAAAAABOU/Px4JfltpzaY/s400/hhjbhjghg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674594936320150066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nancy and I (she looks so adorable in her lil pink hat. haha when i tell her that she thinks im making fun of her lol I'm actually serious!!! :DD) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6Mlmqk99sc/TsA2CGTCpZI/AAAAAAAABOs/wWkkGLXQ0ig/s400/jkkkkkkkkkkjhuh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674594940164941202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol the only sucessful jumping photo after like 5 goes ahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8hl5UiwycA/TsA2B8T5nUI/AAAAAAAABOc/Aof4pYKY-dU/s400/kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkhhh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674594937484188994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know, my eyes are sqinty! :( its cuz the sun was bliinging in my eyes and I couldn't open them. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went to dinner at St Germain with Shauny. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a really really nice restaurant! Its quite expensive, so its obviously not one of those places you go to every week. But once every so often is fine hehe. We have this ritual of going out for dinner every year after finals. :) Its so sad that chch city is pretty much all destroyed  so heaps of the nice restaurants are gone. Including Victoria street cafe (which was actually the first fancy restaurant i've been to in ChCh- this was back in year 13) Anyways, something really embarrassing always happens to me in restaurants =__=" like the other night at St Germain I dropped my steak knife on my lap. but then when it was falling down it got caught IN my shirt (cuz steak knifes are really sharp) and so i made a hole in my shirt :(((( And then i flicked some sort of cream thingy onto my shirt. GAHHHHH!!! AND, i wasn't even being silly. I was really well-behaved :DD at least i thought i was hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went to bum around Alex's flat with Shauny then went for coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Shuany and I showed up at Alex's flat at like 4pm, Chris was still in bed &amp;lt;-- lol and i thought i was lazy!!! Alex was actually packing. Those 3 MALES ended up talking about games. :( And i don't understand any games except for THE SIMS, and WII. hehe we left later on to go to Coffee culture. AND Oh my goodness. I am such a coffee addict. I need help! Been having coffee literally non-stop for the last 3 months. No kidding. :( If i ever get rich, i'm gonna buy myself a coffee shop and build it outside my house ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So. There is a quick run through of what i've been up to :) Its not actually much. Considering I'm still trying to regain my normal sleeping patterns after exams. And I'm leaving for Malaysia, singapore and China this Thursday :DDD so there is heaps of stuff to do before then... Lets seeee... here is a list of:  &lt;b&gt;Hayley's upcoming events and stuff to do before Thursday!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sort out money stuff for Malaysia and Singapore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GO TO DOCTORS AND GET RASH MEDICATION&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy panadol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GO TO NANCY'S BIRTHDAY PARTY :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WATCH Anonymous!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WATCH One Day!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BAKE CAKE FOR DINNER ON WEDNESDAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BUY MUMMY AND DADDY CHRISTMAS PRESENT &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get hair cut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a manicure hehe :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;PACK FOR MALAYSIA, SINGAPORE AND CHINA!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy more vitamin tablets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidy up room!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go get retainers from orthodontist!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Deception point and take overseas to read!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sell old text books. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sort out travel insurance. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go shopping for new jandals and sandals etc :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go shopping for cardis!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find Camera charger :(( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEE! SO MUCH STUFF TO DO!!! I NEED A ROBOT TWIN! T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-2834136381608292186?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/2834136381608292186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=2834136381608292186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2834136381608292186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2834136381608292186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-whats-funny-i-just-realized.html' title='General Happenings'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOh-MC9ziMw/TsA2B3-XyjI/AAAAAAAABOU/Px4JfltpzaY/s72-c/hhjbhjghg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-2722874571094196673</id><published>2011-11-08T00:28:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:57:38.114+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Set This Straight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been wanting to say this for A LONG LONG LONG TIME. So just putting it out there: I AM SICK of people spelling my name like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAYLEE OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAILI OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAILEY OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAYLEA OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HALEY AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HALEIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seriously guys, like where on earth do some of those versions even come from?! For the last time, its HAYLEY! okay!? AND just cuz I'm Asian doesn't mean my name is spelt HAI-LI &amp;lt;-- WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And a few people have been asking me why did I put my facebook name as &lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;魏穆楠子&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background:white"&gt;and not my other "real" name. Well, its cuz Wei Xiaonan isn't actually my actual name. My real name is in fact&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;background:white"&gt;魏穆楠子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;background:white"&gt;, it sounds weird right? Thats only because most Chinese names are three characters, whereas mine is four characters- Made up of both my parents surnames, and then my first name. Kinda odd I know, but yeah thats what my parents decided to call me. They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background:white"&gt; only changed it cuz my uncle wanted my name to link up with my cousin's names which all had 3 characters :) And also grandmama said it sounded very Japanese (most Japanese people have 4 character names) and I'm not Jap. So she liked 3 character names better, lol fussy granny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="background:white"&gt;Anyways, there is a little thing about me that most of you probably don't know. But on my passport and everything i've still got my 3 character name. Its just on my birth certificate it was originally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;background:white"&gt;魏穆楠子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;background:white"&gt; then they changed it lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;What can I say? i'm a messed up child. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-2722874571094196673?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/2722874571094196673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=2722874571094196673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2722874571094196673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2722874571094196673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/11/lets-set-this-straight.html' title='Lets Set This Straight'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-7003134950192523236</id><published>2011-11-06T20:13:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:14:43.664+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Jar of Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dm41zP_RZfo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;who do you think you are, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;running around leaving scars, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;collecting your jar of hearts,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and tearing love apart. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-7003134950192523236?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/7003134950192523236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=7003134950192523236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/7003134950192523236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/7003134950192523236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/11/jar-of-hearts.html' title='Your Jar of Hearts'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dm41zP_RZfo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-3414986564625109391</id><published>2011-11-03T18:23:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:07:41.999+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Breezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to the dentist today. I totally understand why everyone dislike them D: Can they not be more gentle?! Do they not understand what it means to not poke around so hard T_T. I don't think I can eat dinner tonight after what she did today. But then again, I suppose they're just doing their job. Apparently, dentist have the highest suicidal rate of any occupation. I don't know where I heard that from, but I think its true. Though, I would've thought being a Doctor/scientist etc would be more stressful. Gee, just to think  I wanted to be a doctor before hahah. Back in primary, I wanted to be an Engineer, even though I didn't actually know what an engineer was. It just sounded like a cool word; and all my cousins wanted to be an engineer- and i wanted to fit into the "group" so i said i wanted to be an engineer too! Silly right? And you know what funny? 12 years later- none of us are engineers lol. EPIC FAIL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I was watching Rachel Ray before (yeah don't laugh at me, I like watching stuff like that OKAY?! its one of those "comfort"shows" that I watch) :) and she was talking about how to toilet train your kid, LOL it cracked me up. Its adorable how the kids were like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"nooooo i dont wanna go to the loo loo T___T the big boogey man is gonna eat me!! and suck me down the drain!! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOL,  okay I never thought there was a toilet monster, but I always thought there was a closet monster, like the ones on monster inc. And yes, I know, I'm already 20 and I should get over it, well i am, but you know there are times at night, when you get a lil bit creeped out and you end up  pulling your bed covers up a tad too high :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anywhooosss~ just before I was hanging in my back yard, and saw the flowers that I planted are REALLY PWEDDIE NOW!! :) So I took some photos to show you guys!! And Dad did a really good job at tidying up the garden when he came back; i couldn't tell in winter, but now all the flowers are starting to bloom and its looking quite nice hehe :) Its actually a lot of work doing up the garden; cuz we had to take all the flowers from my old house and re-plant it. which took aaaggeesss. But, the hard work paid off! yay!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3Q7Djc7hg8/TrIlyWhWenI/AAAAAAAABNw/CtA-wYKiuc4/s400/Hayley%2BDS5655.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670636427782027890" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ccs4WE7Yusw/TrIlzDlEkRI/AAAAAAAABOI/4U7ciMwmEIw/s400/Hayley%2BDS566688.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670636439877226770" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9QM0lb41BA/TrIly66SHeI/AAAAAAAABN4/QgLyTIcLUTY/s400/Hayley%2BDS7889.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670636437550276066" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, there is a movie coming out called Anonymous. Its something to do with what if Shakespeare didn't write any of his plays, and someone else wrote it for him?? I think thats wat its about- I saw the add on tv, AND I WANT TO SEE IT!! it comes out after my exams finish. yay! something to look forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-3414986564625109391?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/3414986564625109391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=3414986564625109391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3414986564625109391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3414986564625109391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/11/breezy.html' title='Breezy'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3Q7Djc7hg8/TrIlyWhWenI/AAAAAAAABNw/CtA-wYKiuc4/s72-c/Hayley%2BDS5655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1813264141967238947</id><published>2011-10-31T11:20:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:02:23.909+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ray Of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I heard from the news today that Selena from S.H.E (this girl band) is getting married today :D So happy for her, after all that she's been through she deserves it. Oh, if you don't know what happened to her, well pretty much, she was shooting some movie I think? and then there was a fire and so she got really badly burnt- like 90% of her body was burnt :( Poor her. But her soon-to-be-hubby didn't leave her. NAWWWW soo sweet!!! Thats true love!!! ehehhe it makes me all giggly inside ahah :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONGRATS SELENA!!! I hope you can live happily ever after :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up this morning really happy and jumpy, I guess it must be the weather. Its shoo sunny and nice outside. I think i might walk to uni later.  But before I do, I thought i'd go and enjoy the sun for bit ahaha and did some photo taking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol I know right? checky Hayno :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8jWhPmA1SE/Tq3N4bjDVII/AAAAAAAABNY/QujdJ0G0Eb4/s1600/DS5655236.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8jWhPmA1SE/Tq3N4bjDVII/AAAAAAAABNY/QujdJ0G0Eb4/s400/DS5655236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669413875280467074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mT3zdbYUz1s/Tq3N3_7A-2I/AAAAAAAABNA/9APofmX78f8/s400/D349373.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669413867864783714" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RGJbSHPsLM/Tq3N4lDTspI/AAAAAAAABNg/ZNIn3OUYSV4/s400/DS7889556.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669413877831676562" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh. sorry guys, just checked wiki, she wasn't burnt 90 something% it was more like nearly 60% &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;"  MY BAD. But still, its pretty serious!!! :(&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1813264141967238947?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/1813264141967238947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=1813264141967238947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1813264141967238947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1813264141967238947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/ray-of-sunshine.html' title='A Ray Of Sunshine'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8jWhPmA1SE/Tq3N4bjDVII/AAAAAAAABNY/QujdJ0G0Eb4/s72-c/DS5655236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8412732361426126616</id><published>2011-10-30T15:15:00.009+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T16:58:07.061+13:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over The Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good news:  Two down, two more to go. :) Bad News: screwed up the first two. I'm talkin about my exams here; ugh Finance was a lot harder than I thought. Even the multiple choice questions were tricky. And I couldn't do 2 big questions. T_T Whats wrong with me this year, why do I suck so bad at all my subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know there is no point thinking about it anymore, cuz whats done is done. But my lecturer just put up the answers to the exam like straight after the exam had finished! I shouldnt've checked!!! But i did. AND I didn't mention any of the points he said on the answer schedule!!!!!!! AND AND the calculations I did were wrong!!! I think I over complicated stuff for myself, cuz to be honest the calculations weren't that hard- but me and my stupid brain kept thinking that OHH HES TRYNNA TRICK ME, THIS IS A TRICK QUESTION ISN'T IT!!! and so i included random bits in my calculation that were wrong- $($#*&amp;amp;$*#&amp;amp;$#$#&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEXT TIME, note to self, DON'T THINK TOO MUCH. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so put off by the first two exam that I can't even bring myself together to revise for the last two. See what I'm doing now?! Writing on my blog!! &amp;lt;-- Procrastination!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6daWXVZnAc/Tqy4GtxrFMI/AAAAAAAABMo/-X1rpf8y_fc/s400/hw%2Bblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669108456459277506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BAHAHAHA LOL that is soooo me!!!!!  &amp;gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BTW something really annoyed me today! I emailed my macro lecturer about getting my grades for assignments and stuff like a week ago. He replied, asking me what class i'm in (which is fair enough, considering he teaches multiple classes) but then, THATS IT, as in HE HAS NOT REPLIED SINCE!!! what the!!!??! So i'm suppose to go into the exam without knowing if any of the stuff i've been doing is right or not? Oh gee thanks, MR XXX, you're so helpful. Man i wish they gave us the teacher evaluation sheet now instead of earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh a "brighter" note, I heard Justin Bieber's new song Mistletoe. Erm why is he releasing a Christmas album when its friggin Halloween?? AND, why does he have to kiss a girl in EVERY SINGLE OF HIS MUSIC VIDEOS?!?!?!? UGH.Its like he just can't control his mouth D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM TELLIN YOU: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'M SICK OF HIS STUPID JU JU LIPS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sRxO80ZV6kU/Tqy5m2d-aQI/AAAAAAAABM0/K6ezI3GNkpA/s400/Those-lips-MMMMMM-justin-bieber-15841260-404-404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669110108060018946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8412732361426126616?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8412732361426126616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8412732361426126616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8412732361426126616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8412732361426126616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-over-place.html' title='All Over The Place'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6daWXVZnAc/Tqy4GtxrFMI/AAAAAAAABMo/-X1rpf8y_fc/s72-c/hw%2Bblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8354170239757824187</id><published>2011-10-26T15:41:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:51:19.932+13:00</updated><title type='text'>This is totally me right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeZNnqNjwhk/Tqd0tGMqTCI/AAAAAAAABLk/riTO-sDeNAE/s1600/297645_208059819263207_142820915787098_519604_1457789429_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeZNnqNjwhk/Tqd0tGMqTCI/AAAAAAAABLk/riTO-sDeNAE/s400/297645_208059819263207_142820915787098_519604_1457789429_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667626974175710242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad I gave away my facebook account to Prak :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It was really hard- lots of sweat and tears, nevertheless, i did it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so proud of myself.  *pat pat Hayley*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvKd0iCd7vw/Tqdzkl-C7JI/AAAAAAAABLQ/cTv41aRYuE0/s1600/318529_10150314814496235_526186234_8342769_1182135845_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvKd0iCd7vw/Tqdzkl-C7JI/AAAAAAAABLQ/cTv41aRYuE0/s400/318529_10150314814496235_526186234_8342769_1182135845_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667625728573893778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL wish I had that when I was studying for Trig,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; imma so gonna show this to the guy that I tutor next week :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I3zvYVdTVgI/TqdzkSrHRRI/AAAAAAAABLI/Jq0WN9t0K-s/s1600/308913_167200446702071_118858758202907_322223_1500737381_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I3zvYVdTVgI/TqdzkSrHRRI/AAAAAAAABLI/Jq0WN9t0K-s/s400/308913_167200446702071_118858758202907_322223_1500737381_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667625723394213138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As if crying about my exams isn't enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum puts the scale in the kitchen :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6VtXD5IRa4/TqdzkGpX98I/AAAAAAAABK4/m_XYfJG4YlA/s1600/221975_160504744009706_108106415916206_357361_3217727_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6VtXD5IRa4/TqdzkGpX98I/AAAAAAAABK4/m_XYfJG4YlA/s1600/221975_160504744009706_108106415916206_357361_3217727_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6VtXD5IRa4/TqdzkGpX98I/AAAAAAAABK4/m_XYfJG4YlA/s400/221975_160504744009706_108106415916206_357361_3217727_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667625720165693378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.... Studying, ain't happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-moT9qDWCCcs/Tqd0tGY8hSI/AAAAAAAABLc/0Mdj495DOfY/s400/208137_144322068970316_142820915787098_276998_758753_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667626974227236130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;STUDYING- world's leading cause of spontaneous napping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8354170239757824187?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8354170239757824187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8354170239757824187&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8354170239757824187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8354170239757824187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-totally-me-right-now.html' title='This is totally me right now'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeZNnqNjwhk/Tqd0tGMqTCI/AAAAAAAABLk/riTO-sDeNAE/s72-c/297645_208059819263207_142820915787098_519604_1457789429_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-3253064823788876690</id><published>2011-10-25T13:42:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T13:48:45.316+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Cruel World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just came back from my Financial Accounting Exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND. I really really really really really want to crawl into a corner, huddle up in a fetal position and cry. Sounds pathetic eh? but it was literally THAT BAD. I couldn't do like 3 questions out of like 6. and the ones that I knew how to do, i mumbled! I FEEL AS IF STUDYING FOR IT WAS A A WASTE OF MY TIME. I FEEL..... BETRAYED?!?!?!? i dunno. I JUST FEEL ANGRY!!! why did they, have to make it so freaking hard. crappy consolidations, crappy leases, crappy framework. SHOOT ME. Like I said, every time i walk out of an accounting exam, i die a little bit inside. LITERALLY. Sigh, I don't even know if I can pass the paper considering how bad I did. Checked answers with a few friends, and I SUCK. PLUS, i didn't even see this question and totally forgot to do it. RAGE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. I am going to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY MAKING MY LIFE SO MISERABLE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s for those of you who are gonna tell me "i'm sure you didnt do that bad" STOP RIGHT THERE. Before you say anything, I DID DO THAT BAD, i know it, BECAUSE MY FREAKING BALANCE SHEET DIDN'T EVEN FREAKING BALANCE, and thats like the number one rule in accounting. SO I STUFFED UP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is so sad, i haven't updated my blog in ages, and the time i update is when i want to tell the world that i don't wanna live no more. =_=" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-3253064823788876690?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/3253064823788876690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=3253064823788876690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3253064823788876690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3253064823788876690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/goodbye-cruel-world.html' title='Goodbye Cruel World'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-4150113384859236392</id><published>2011-10-18T21:05:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:13:02.232+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Happening</title><content type='html'>Remember those "rashes" thingy that I was getting? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, looks like they've appeared again. I don't even know how they got there. Maybe its some allergic reaction? Will be going to the doctors tomorrow to see whats going on. I don't want to get any more smelly cream thingy to lather on to my skin. Its so gloopy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've got these rashes all up my body, looks kinda like i burnt myself. My legs have swollen up a little bit, but i think putting some ice on it will probably make the swelling go down. A few days rest should hopefully do the trick :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7jExiZbaBk/Tp0zjNlNkOI/AAAAAAAABKQ/jdCRCV4DTvs/s1600/SP_A2637.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7jExiZbaBk/Tp0zjNlNkOI/AAAAAAAABKQ/jdCRCV4DTvs/s400/SP_A2637.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664740586336129250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo_0fpAcEV8/Tp0zlfqkCeI/AAAAAAAABKo/lsmGRbGzTPQ/s400/SP_A2639.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664740625550150114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtK2KY-K_fs/Tp0zicBKXaI/AAAAAAAABKE/dzSPvzQmekk/s1600/SP_A2636.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtK2KY-K_fs/Tp0zicBKXaI/AAAAAAAABKE/dzSPvzQmekk/s1600/SP_A2636.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtK2KY-K_fs/Tp0zicBKXaI/AAAAAAAABKE/dzSPvzQmekk/s400/SP_A2636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664740573031587234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-4150113384859236392?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/4150113384859236392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=4150113384859236392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4150113384859236392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4150113384859236392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-happening.html' title='Whats Happening'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7jExiZbaBk/Tp0zjNlNkOI/AAAAAAAABKQ/jdCRCV4DTvs/s72-c/SP_A2637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1120509709574706212</id><published>2011-10-18T13:34:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:37:19.241+13:00</updated><title type='text'>友情</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family:Tahoma; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-hansi-font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333;background:white"&gt;小学毕业当天。和朋友勾勾手。说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#333333;background:white"&gt;:‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family: Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333; background:white"&gt;我们要答应对方。毕了业后。。要保持联络。。我们会是永远的好朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#333333;background:white"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family: Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333; background:white"&gt;。眼泪掉了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family: Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333; background:white"&gt;毕业后。。不同学校了。。少见面少联络。。各有各的校&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt; font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family:Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-hansi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333;background:white"&gt;园生活了。。慢慢的。。却变成了最熟悉的陌生人。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt; font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family:Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-hansi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333;background:white"&gt;有人在想。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#333333;background:white"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family: Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333; background:white"&gt;中学了。成熟了。会更珍惜友情了。应该不会再像之前那样了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#333333;background:white"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family: Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333; background:white"&gt;。友情需要维持。。不是说一句&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333; background:white"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family:Tahoma; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-hansi-font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333;background:white"&gt;你是我永远的朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#333333;background:white"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family: Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333; background:white"&gt;。就真的能如你所愿。。要以实际行动来维持。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family: Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333; background:white"&gt;生活中会遇到很多朋友。他会不会是你未来的敌人？你的敌人会是你未来的好朋友？。不要猜疑。。珍惜正拥有的每段友情。怀念过去曾拥有的友情。因为那一切都是缘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;; color:#333333;background:white"&gt;份&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1120509709574706212?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/1120509709574706212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=1120509709574706212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1120509709574706212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1120509709574706212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='友情'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6259374181652187112</id><published>2011-10-18T00:36:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:48:38.160+13:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I actually be bothered amending a bridge that's already half burnt?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;NO. I CAN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I TRIED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BUT HEY, APPARENTLY YOU'RE TOO IN-LOVE WITH YOURSELF TO EVEN CARE ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S FEELINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6259374181652187112?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6259374181652187112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6259374181652187112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-never-listen.html' title='You Never Listen'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-587695598262931179</id><published>2011-10-16T12:54:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T13:49:28.832+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what!? I've realized:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I REALLY HATE DRUNK PEOPLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just looking at their droopy faces and delayed reactions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I want grab them and shake them back to sobriety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking across Ilam field yesterday after the Tea Party was disgusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I admit, I used to like going to clubs; though I was never into that whole drinking thing but I guess it was just "fun" to experiment around. However, as far as i'm concerned, i'm done with all that! The stench of alcohol makes me sick. I hate going to parties and watch people sob to each other in the corner of the room talking about their "terrible lives". I hate seeing guys get riled up over something so trivial. I hate hearing people talking crap because the alcohol has caused their insecurities to rise to the surface and act completely irrational. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I JUST HATE IT. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND I hate standing there watching people whom I have the utmost respect for be reduced to tears and vomit. Seriously guys, can we just get over this whole getting smashed thing already!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-587695598262931179?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/587695598262931179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=587695598262931179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/587695598262931179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/587695598262931179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-this.html' title='I Hate This'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6036255386183113675</id><published>2011-10-15T22:17:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:23:13.238+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighten Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got a weird sense of humour. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I use these images to cheer me up during exam time when I'm feeling gloomy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KnaEMm2Cw8/TplQL2PMhAI/AAAAAAAABJk/Lai4X23kKjU/s400/312013_10150272751246235_526186234_8052858_5827759_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663646170863141890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zoexX2ZJNM/TplQLRtUFWI/AAAAAAAABJU/9yg4MMTFSFY/s1600/228536_162677387125775_108106415916206_370324_6926924_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zoexX2ZJNM/TplQLRtUFWI/AAAAAAAABJU/9yg4MMTFSFY/s400/228536_162677387125775_108106415916206_370324_6926924_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663646161057355106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIuJAgPeF_U/TplQLIZI8GI/AAAAAAAABJI/K6Psb6vY0LU/s1600/229518_10150166245061235_526186234_7099758_7912764_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIuJAgPeF_U/TplQLIZI8GI/AAAAAAAABJI/K6Psb6vY0LU/s400/229518_10150166245061235_526186234_7099758_7912764_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663646158556819554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click on the picture to enlarge (if you haven't figure it out already) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6036255386183113675?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/6036255386183113675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=6036255386183113675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6036255386183113675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6036255386183113675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/lighten-up.html' title='Lighten Up'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KnaEMm2Cw8/TplQL2PMhAI/AAAAAAAABJk/Lai4X23kKjU/s72-c/312013_10150272751246235_526186234_8052858_5827759_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-3685647268929490764</id><published>2011-10-14T14:05:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:12:27.710+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ever Compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In your weakness, I will keep you strong. I am well aware of the many things in this life and war against your spirit and your soul. I know it feels like distractions and difficulties are sent daily to test your character and convictions. Remember, this life is not a dress rehearsal. it is the real thing, and I'm training you through tests to trust Me. I am preparing you today for your future life in heaven. So seek Me in prayers for My strength, and don't give in to temptation or compromise. They are like quick-sand lying on your path to righteousness. Hold on to Me and My power within you, and I promise that you will make it through. When the wicked winds try to blow out the flame of your faith or try to cause you to compromise, stand on My truth... I am your solid Rock, and you can conquer anything in My strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gT0zyXUQ6_Y/TpeMTR0mMMI/AAAAAAAABI8/2dQ4VXMrB70/s400/tumblr_l7i8ayAFXN1qcoj8po1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663149319271100610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"temptations that come into your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will keep the temptation from becoming so strong that you can't stand up against it. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you will not give in to it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- 1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-3685647268929490764?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/3685647268929490764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=3685647268929490764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3685647268929490764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3685647268929490764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-ever-compromise.html' title='Don&apos;t Ever Compromise'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gT0zyXUQ6_Y/TpeMTR0mMMI/AAAAAAAABI8/2dQ4VXMrB70/s72-c/tumblr_l7i8ayAFXN1qcoj8po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-2993561555991670285</id><published>2011-10-12T23:44:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:22:22.326+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Girls are the prettiest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so proud of myself![*insert, big grin* :DD &amp;lt;-- this one ain't good enough] . I Just killed this massive gigantic spider! it was lurking in my bathroom, and i found it, and killed it! all by myself! *pat pat* :) I don't even know if you can call it a spider, it was more like a massive monster!!  I'm pretty sure it had like 20 legs -_-. Why oh why do spiders have to exist! I like looking at spider webs, but that doesn't make spiders themselves appealing to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today the weather was soooo nice!! I don't know about other places around NZ, but it was 20 degrees in CHCH! And it wasn't that sunny, which is GOOD! It was just humid and comfy, I don't like the sun, because I get burnt easily! AND I get stupid freckles on my face!! ARGH Asians are not suppose to get freckles OKAY!? It just looks weird! In fact, i've decided that freckles on Asians look like those old "age spots" D: AND I DON'T WANT ANY! So sun, tone it down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know if you guys have heard, but there is a huge oil spill over in Tauranga?? &amp;lt;-- I know thats not the way to spell it, but you know what its late at night, and I bothered opening Google and checking HOW TO SPELL TAURANGA? &amp;gt;:(  But anyways, the situation is getting worse, there is already sludgy oil stuff on the beach and local residence are getting really sick from the oil fumes. Also, a lot of marine life is dying... SIGH, and to make matters worse, they're thinking that the ship is gonna sink soon, cuz its got a massive crack in the middle. As Winnie the Pooh once said "OH BOTHER!!!" &amp;gt;:[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do hope that the weather gets better for them up there, i don't mind sharing CHCH's good weather :) They can borrow it for now and give it back after my exams finish! :D Actually, after exams, I'M HEADING OFF TO MSIA AND SINGAPORE! YEAH BRO! So i won't need the good weather anymore muwahhahahah. I just hope its nice and hot in Msia and Singapore. I would say that I hope its hot in China too, but thats not gonna happen T_T Cuz its winter over there. I just hope that it doesn't get below -1 degree. :) AND I HOPE THAT mummy won't drag me to some freaky place like Mongolia, cuz the temperature over there is like flippin -20 degrees!!! I don't want to die! But then again, there is a plus, cuz apparently they have some ice sculpture exhibition thingy every year. AND I WAN TO SEE THAT. &amp;gt;:) Sigh, exhibition creator guy, please please bring the thingy over to Shanghai or Xian. If you do, I will give you a NZ sheep :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And guess what! Today when , I typed "nice weather" into Google, I got some place in France called "Nice" AHAHAHAHAH Isn't that awesome?! There is a place in France called Nice, I know its not the actual NICE, but still to a non French person like me, its pronounced NICE, so there! And may I add, they do actually have pretty good weather, its around 20ish degrees. :) Lets go to France and eat snails! Oh yummy scrummy! D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I'm gonna go sleep now :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s I've decided to grow out my fringe. I know i probably can't cuz i get annoyed too easily- since it always ends up scratching against my eyes. But i'm really really gonna try this time!!! Its already growing past my eyes-ish. :) Yay yay! Though, i look kinda emo aye. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amJL_cu-u7c/TpVwD6ikKWI/AAAAAAAABHg/RWiX_94j9fk/s1600/Hayley%2Boct2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amJL_cu-u7c/TpVwD6ikKWI/AAAAAAAABHg/RWiX_94j9fk/s400/Hayley%2Boct2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662555319044417890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QrG0iixOLrY/TpVwD0kHmaI/AAAAAAAABHQ/8_cWxQ8VAMg/s400/hayley%2Boct.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662555317440321954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-2993561555991670285?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/2993561555991670285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=2993561555991670285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2993561555991670285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2993561555991670285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-girls-are-prettiest.html' title='Happy Girls are the prettiest'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amJL_cu-u7c/TpVwD6ikKWI/AAAAAAAABHg/RWiX_94j9fk/s72-c/Hayley%2Boct2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1318969368822097521</id><published>2011-10-11T00:01:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:04:34.015+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Dora The Explorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wOPew2CfXKk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHE IS SO ADORABLE!!! XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL AT : '"So, see I have my Grandma, my grandpa, my mum, my dad, my sister and me. which is A LOT OF PEOPLE!!! And, I'm a girl! i need my own bathroom!" BAHAHAHAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND AND AND, She actually looks like Dora the explorer, only MORE KYOOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1318969368822097521?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/1318969368822097521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=1318969368822097521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1318969368822097521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1318969368822097521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/next-dora-explorer.html' title='The Next Dora The Explorer'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wOPew2CfXKk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-5927215423730958096</id><published>2011-10-09T13:05:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:20:03.107+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Its A Matter Of Taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I first saw them on facebook when one of my friends posted them on her wall. I didn't manage to save them in my "cool stuff" folder :). But guess what?! I found a whole stash of them on this website!!! Are they not amazing? The guy behind this is a genius. Loving the idea :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2Xv8wQX-PY/TpDlm9uyRMI/AAAAAAAABHI/M8mDx-lPxng/s400/kiwi-watch.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661277189173298370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiwifruit watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8e_djexNO4/TpDlmmmhQCI/AAAAAAAABHA/VrJDx12MA7Y/s1600/eggplant-footwear-style.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8e_djexNO4/TpDlmmmhQCI/AAAAAAAABHA/VrJDx12MA7Y/s400/eggplant-footwear-style.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661277182964613154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;egg-plant flats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFPu2YUkpIw/TpDlmg47fFI/AAAAAAAABG4/PVDAMbIYkA4/s1600/broccolii-handbag.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFPu2YUkpIw/TpDlmg47fFI/AAAAAAAABG4/PVDAMbIYkA4/s400/broccolii-handbag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661277181431217234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Broccoli handbag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nynv76R8T8U/TpDlmpIjCNI/AAAAAAAABGw/L2629V0OgIQ/s1600/bague-jambon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nynv76R8T8U/TpDlmpIjCNI/AAAAAAAABGw/L2629V0OgIQ/s400/bague-jambon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661277183644207314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't actually know what kind of food it is on top of that ring &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;"  But the ring is definitely one of my favorites! Its so elegant and petite. Thats the kind of rings I like; diamonds or any other kind of designs that are too shinny just puts me off aye. Its just tooo much. Besides, when i see someone wearing a massive gigantic diamond on their finger- my brain just automatically screams out FAKE. Can't help it :). hehe so I like simple yet pretty stuff- and those are quite hard to find sometimes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xoVFwhChY8Y/TpDlma801CI/AAAAAAAABGo/SrFd3La6l-g/s1600/accessories-in-food-forms-spaghetti-belt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xoVFwhChY8Y/TpDlma801CI/AAAAAAAABGo/SrFd3La6l-g/s1600/accessories-in-food-forms-spaghetti-belt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xoVFwhChY8Y/TpDlma801CI/AAAAAAAABGo/SrFd3La6l-g/s400/accessories-in-food-forms-spaghetti-belt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661277179836945442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spaghetti belt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-5927215423730958096?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/5927215423730958096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=5927215423730958096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5927215423730958096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5927215423730958096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-matter-of-taste.html' title='Its A Matter Of Taste'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2Xv8wQX-PY/TpDlm9uyRMI/AAAAAAAABHI/M8mDx-lPxng/s72-c/kiwi-watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-4228851054897992574</id><published>2011-10-08T20:37:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:47:33.884+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Being Annoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to throw my laptop on the ground and stand on it!!!!!!!!! $#^&amp;amp;$^#&amp;amp; Why does it never do anything i tell it to!! Its always crashing on me! 10 tabs open on Google chrome and it forces me to shut down. ARE YOU SERIOUS!? 10 tabs!!!! only 10!! Far out. I just need to finish my freaking tutorial. IS IT THAT MUCH TO ASK!? ARGH. AND, every 5 minutes, some stupid anti-virus update window thing pops up, EVERY FRIGGIN 5 MINUTES!!!!! i"m sick of clicking NO NO NO NO NO NO. What part of the NO do you NOT understand!&amp;gt;:(, it must be the NO part =_=" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wD3SFPDFIJU/To_9t9qikvI/AAAAAAAABGg/LJKguNjROFE/s400/How%2BBout%2BNever.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661022222716932850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe its time to surrender and get a mac, I don't want to! Its not the money, its just that I'm a loyal PC person :( But i think i have to, I'm sick of trying out different brands and getting disappointed all the time. Sony is still pretty good though, but I don't want to carry around a 15 inch laptop all day long. Too heavy! I want something small, adorable, compact, fast and light. My current la top is a Toshiba- only got it at the beginning of this year and its screwing up already. SIGH SIGH SIGH! I got a Thinkpad last year- BUT THAT SCREWED UP TOO! Maybe technology just hates me.....D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-4228851054897992574?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/4228851054897992574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=4228851054897992574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4228851054897992574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4228851054897992574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/stop-being-annoying.html' title='Stop Being Annoying'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wD3SFPDFIJU/To_9t9qikvI/AAAAAAAABGg/LJKguNjROFE/s72-c/How%2BBout%2BNever.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8321942787260689321</id><published>2011-10-06T17:15:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:23:15.512+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Among The Greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THE RAIN HAS FINALLY STOPPED!! Cannot tell you how happy I am! :D Its been raining for like 3 days in a row, and everyone is getting sick because of it. And when people get sick, they get all moody&amp;lt;-- I DON'T LIKE THA&lt;/span&gt;T.  Found out today that Keren, Shauny, Ivy and Prak are all sick. I hope they get better soon cuz exams are nearly here! I can smell them already T_T Mummy always makes me drink this ginger soup with brown sugar thingy to make my fever subside- and it really works!!! So to all of you guys thats sick out there- you should definitely go try it! Its easy and cheap to make, so why not !? Plus, its all made from natural ingredients so there is really no harm in trying :) wow i'm starting to sound like a salesperson. What you do is chop the ginger into midget pieces, shove it in boiling water, and add a table spoon of brown sugar in- AND MIX!! TADAAA there you have it! :D Even I can do that, so it can't be that hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just found out that Steve Jobs past away. I don't know why, but i'm &lt;/span&gt;actually really sad. I'm sure the world will miss him :( R.I.P Stevo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgba(0, 153, 204, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Being the richest in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night after doing sth won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgba(0, 153, 204, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;derful, that’s what matters." ㅡ Steve Jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgba(0, 153, 204, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgba(0, 153, 204, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9eqt9zLlCbM/To1IU47XbtI/AAAAAAAABGY/swdrNWXIsac/s400/Applecom_homepage_after_death_of_Steve_Jobs.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660259830390550226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgba(0, 153, 204, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgba(0, 153, 204, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just thought I'd add in some tributes of him that ppl have posted: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgba(0, 153, 204, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Excerpts from President &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barack_Obama" title="Barack Obama" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/a&gt;'s statement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Steve was among the greatest of American innovators - brave enough to think differently, bold enough to believe he could change the world, and talented enough to do it. By building one of the planet’s most successful companies from his garage, he exemplified the spirit of American ingenuity. By making computers personal and putting the internet in our pockets, he made the information revolution not only accessible, but intuitive and fun. And by turning his talents to storytelling, he has brought joy to millions of children and grownups alike. Steve was fond of saying that he lived every day like it was his last. Because he did, he transformed our lives, redefined entire industries, and achieved one of the rarest feats in human history: he changed the way each of us sees the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Gates" title="Bill Gates" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/a&gt; released a statement saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;I'm truly saddened to learn of Steve Jobs' death. Melinda and I extend our sincere condolences to his family and friends, and to everyone Steve has touched through his work. Steve and I first met nearly 30 years ago, and have been colleagues, competitors and friends over the course of more than half our lives. The world rarely sees someone who has had the profound impact Steve has had, the effects of which will be felt for many generations to come. For those of us lucky enough to get to work with him, it's been an insanely great honor. I will miss Steve immensely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;On a side note, I'm running out of ideas about how I should do my hair. Kinda sick of always having it down, or tying it up. I know thats what everyone does, but its soooo boring. I can't really use pretty cute clips like ivy and clip it up- cuz it doens't suit me :( I tried!! And I can't plait it, cuz its too short and it becomes loose in like an hour. -_-" I do miss my long hair!! Should not have cut it!! Now it so short! And when I wake up in the morning, random strands sticks out- I look like i've got a massive afro or something. But for those of you who are really good at plaiting hair, and ave long silky hair- i've found some really cool hairstyles of you to try :) Personally, I think they all look AMAZING! And I would love to have my hair looking like that everyday, but my fingers are just too clumsy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--On_SkBUweI/To0r2PgnD0I/AAAAAAAABGQ/yKxCNobI5zc/s400/Hairdoooo%2B%25284%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660228517550821186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect for formal occasions right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aS_GnEoznu8/To0r2Dp75zI/AAAAAAAABGI/6x9m9CggwW8/s1600/Hairdoooo%2B%25283%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aS_GnEoznu8/To0r2Dp75zI/AAAAAAAABGI/6x9m9CggwW8/s400/Hairdoooo%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660228514368710450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tH5HJQEiBS8/To0r160wZwI/AAAAAAAABGA/qEy846Xo6WU/s1600/Hairdoooo%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tH5HJQEiBS8/To0r160wZwI/AAAAAAAABGA/qEy846Xo6WU/s400/Hairdoooo%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660228511998174978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Blair had this hairstyle on Gossip Girl :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYmChv9UT0A/To0r1-HjoVI/AAAAAAAABF4/x-M3-9zSrxw/s1600/Hairdoooo%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYmChv9UT0A/To0r1-HjoVI/AAAAAAAABF4/x-M3-9zSrxw/s1600/Hairdoooo%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYmChv9UT0A/To0r1-HjoVI/AAAAAAAABF4/x-M3-9zSrxw/s400/Hairdoooo%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660228512882336082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love the use of ribbon &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8321942787260689321?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8321942787260689321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8321942787260689321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8321942787260689321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8321942787260689321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/twists-and-turns.html' title='Among The Greatest'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9eqt9zLlCbM/To1IU47XbtI/AAAAAAAABGY/swdrNWXIsac/s72-c/Applecom_homepage_after_death_of_Steve_Jobs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-3415334322106697126</id><published>2011-10-05T21:46:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:54:44.276+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Better Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just found out that one of my friend is at the hospital. I don't know the exact details, but he just said that he had some kind of an infection throughout his body which started to spread and made it really difficult for him to use his arms and legs. He says he is better now. But i'm still worried- omgowsh i'm such a worry wart. It just sounds really serious right?! What kind of infection could possibly prevent someone from using their arms and legs? And, his parents don't even know about it because he doesn't want them to get all worried. So that means he's going through all of this by himself.. Sigh..... i really hope he gets better soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-3415334322106697126?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/3415334322106697126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=3415334322106697126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3415334322106697126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3415334322106697126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/get-better-soon.html' title='Get Better Soon'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6723069941363379400</id><published>2011-10-03T20:06:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:18:34.863+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Is</title><content type='html'>I'm just gonna say this. IT SOUNDS WEIRD. But whatever. Okay, so the truth is: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like opening up my curtains wide at night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turning on all the lights in my room-  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sitting on the floor staring at the windows- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and watch as moths and insects slam themselves against the glass!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THERE. I SAID IT!!!! &amp;gt;:)  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bahaha, oh, that wasn't so bad afterall!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now people are probably gonna think im a nutter :( Still, I can't help it!!! I don't like insects when they are in my house, I get really freaked out, but the sound of them bumping on the windows is soo nice haha and really fascinating to watch. :D I do feel kinda sorry for them that they can't get in cuz they're attracted to the light- though at the same time i'm kinda like NANANANANA HAHAHA NENENE :p I GET THE LIGHT AND YOU DON'T MUWAHHAHAH!!! lol i'm so nice :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I STILL HATE IT WHEN MASSIVE MOTHS HITS MY EYES WHEN IT FLIES AROUND IN THE DARK!!! &amp;gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6723069941363379400?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/6723069941363379400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=6723069941363379400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6723069941363379400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6723069941363379400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/truth-is.html' title='The Truth Is'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-834427603757960837</id><published>2011-10-02T20:19:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:48:19.062+13:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I AM TIRED BUT HAPPY!!!! :D Today i went to the Adrenalin Forest which is near Spencer Park with Ivy, Alex, Josh and his bros. IT WAS SO EPIC!! you can totally tell from the sound of the name that it was epic right?!?!? lol as soon as I see the word "Adrenalin" I think lots of screaming, lots of squirming around and scary creepy stuff. :) The whole thing was an obstacle course consisting of 6 levels. And let me tell you, I didn't make it through the whole thing :( though i tried my best, and didn't manage to embarrass myself that much. I'm proud that I didn't need the staff there climbing up trees to rescue me :DDDDD YAY GO HAYLEY! Gahhh i'm too tired right now, that was pretty much my workout for the whole entire week. lol i'm so unfit. BUT I ENCOURAGE ALL OF YOU GUYS OUT THERE TO GO!! Its honestly so much fun!! esp with friends!!! yeah.... going by yourself would be kinda lame... so don't do that. &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But anywayz. I am so gobsmacked! you'll see why in a sec. So just before I was looking at news.. and then I saw a picture of Mischa Barton. Some of you probably already forgot about her. The rest of you probably don't even know her. But either way. She was this really famous celebrity - well known for her role as Marrissa in O.C. I loved that show (yes I know its shallow, but come on I was 14-_-) But the reason why I loved the show so much was because of her!!! She was like pretty much my idol back then. I remember having pictures of her on my school folders etc.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this is what she looked like (super pretty right?!?!?) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLapgUxvCvc/TogRSdvhEmI/AAAAAAAABFw/gAg-fJQrDQ8/s400/mischa-barton_1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658791940710273634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And. Look at her NOW. DD: what the heck happened?!?! its not like she looks bad or anything right now, its just that compared to before, she looks totally TOTALLY TOTALLY DIFFERENT. Don't just tell me that she grew older, cuz i'm pretty sure age doesn't affect you that much when you're only 25. So it turns out that shes being doing drugs etc.. Sigh. what?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7PItYu4G9ng/TogRSVth9dI/AAAAAAAABFo/ulcM46v3CNs/s1600/article-1198063-057D9D1B000005DC-233_224x489.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7PItYu4G9ng/TogRSVth9dI/AAAAAAAABFo/ulcM46v3CNs/s400/article-1198063-057D9D1B000005DC-233_224x489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658791938554459602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: DO NOT DO DRUGS!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And also it said on the news that apparently Victoria Beckham started her own fashion line... HUH?! SAY WHAT?!? WHY?!?!? Okay fine, whatever. But look at her design. I'm sorry but it doesn't take a genius to design that bag.. =_=" THAT, is just ugly. It looks like a massive orange grocery basket. Even if you gave that to me for free, i wouldn't even want it (i don't mean to sound braggish, but seriously, just look at it- how is it even wearable??) AND the part that really gets to me is that she's selling that thing for $2600!!!! EH?!??!?! ugh. I don't get people sometime... i've seen worse things, but still, that bag to me is just ODD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4TKa7LUvzI/TogRSGNV03I/AAAAAAAABFg/IkCOHeThybk/s1600/victoria_beckham__20110917_1129936301.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4TKa7LUvzI/TogRSGNV03I/AAAAAAAABFg/IkCOHeThybk/s400/victoria_beckham__20110917_1129936301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658791934392914802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. I am going to go and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep. Oh crap, i forgot, i can't cuz I got a stupid assignment due tomorrow. OH GIVE ME A BREAK!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-834427603757960837?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/834427603757960837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=834427603757960837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/834427603757960837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/834427603757960837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-did-i-miss.html' title='What Did I Miss'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLapgUxvCvc/TogRSdvhEmI/AAAAAAAABFw/gAg-fJQrDQ8/s72-c/mischa-barton_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8674117347980136508</id><published>2011-10-01T21:38:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:52:50.176+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: x-small; "&gt;The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: x-small; "&gt;Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: x-small; "&gt; and once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: x-small; "&gt;The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control, you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0EV_sSO2Ds/TobSNrvf34I/AAAAAAAABFY/TQy7eam4DVs/s400/tumblr_kygmbhkd3T1qze11co1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658441114359684994" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(67, 67, 67); font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;很久以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;前，我以为，只要我对别人好，能忍让，就会换来相同的回报。&lt;br /&gt;　　很久以后，我终于发现，有些东西，任你多么努力，依旧抓不住，所以我学着不再期待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8674117347980136508?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8674117347980136508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8674117347980136508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8674117347980136508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8674117347980136508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/10/inside-all-of-us.html' title='Long Time Ago'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0EV_sSO2Ds/TobSNrvf34I/AAAAAAAABFY/TQy7eam4DVs/s72-c/tumblr_kygmbhkd3T1qze11co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-3948836277621260589</id><published>2011-09-30T19:01:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:50:08.821+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gRCKccMIM0/ToViRk6ui6I/AAAAAAAABFI/Svm1BYLqxNA/s1600/Jessica-White-Maybelline-Fit-Me-Campaign.png'/><title type='text'>Little Bits and Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm in love with scarfs!!! Especially the nice summery ones!! I actually brought one some time ago, and i've been wearing it a lot recently. Almost feel as if I can't live with out it :) Normally i don't like girly pink stuff, but this scarf caught my attention when i was at the mall. Its got flowery pattern with shinny strandy bits woven in it. AND GUESS WHAT!? Its kinda pink too! For those of you who know me- you'd know that I absolutely HATE PINK. But I absolutely adore my scarf!! :D To be fair, its more like a peachy colour and not really pink pink. ANYWAYS. I heart it so much that I might go and buy another one (different pattern of course) hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDG3tSsvXmk/ToVcgtbOANI/AAAAAAAABFA/3rxy5ApVC_o/s400/hw4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658030223880224978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjqX2-luYkg/ToVmVgi78EI/AAAAAAAABFQ/52FMLMo5XwY/s400/hw5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658041026560651330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So let me see what did I do today!? I had lectures, we were let out early by our Econ lecturer so then I had lunch with Prak and Josh. And those two were being VERY MATURE by taking photos of me at the same time -_- GAH. Don't ask me why they did it, i don't know. I think Prak started it- cuz you know, prak  was just being prak :) lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then I tried to attempt to finish my Macro assignment. ONLY IT WAS SOOO FREAKING HARD AND I JUST WANTED TO PULL MY HAIR OUT!! BECAUSE I AM TOO STUPID AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FIND MPC!! I tried to do it with hayden etc BUT THEY WERE BEING HORRID- by ganging up on me cuz I was a girl. SEXIST!!!! :( Why do I know no girls doing Commerce?! Actually, I do, but why do I always end up hanging with the Commerce guys and not girls -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY: YOU NEED TO GET YOUR GENDER SORTED! &amp;gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later I went out to coffee with Shauny!!! :D I heart our coffee "dates"?? lol I don't know what to call it. "catch up sessions???" haha we talk about the random-est things. its so LOL. AND AND AND ARGH!!! I'm actually watching TV right now, the Maybelline add just showed up. So they have this new foundation called "fit me" which is suppose to give you flawless coverage. OH GOWSH. QUIT IT ALREADY!!!! BLAH! Stop saying flawless coverage and stuff like that. I'M PRETTY SURE IF I GOT PIMPLY BUMPY SKIN, YOU CAN'T GIVE ME FLAWLESS FINISH!!!! Everyone knows you're lying. So why keep doing it. STUPID ADDS!!! They always get people with perfect skin! I get the point, they're trying to make money, but still, I like to see the real results. AND LOL its on again!!! this is the second time the add is on during the last 3 minutes. ahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gRCKccMIM0/ToViRk6ui6I/AAAAAAAABFI/Svm1BYLqxNA/s400/Jessica-White-Maybelline-Fit-Me-Campaign.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658036560968190882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px; " /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, I think the best way to keep your skin nice and health is to just use simple natural stuff, and not cake it with too many products. The way to go is actually just by drinking lots and lots of water! Everyone says that- I KNOW RIGHT?! haha but its sooo true!!! AND take vitamin tablets. I take that A to Z zinc tablets thingy every day cuz its makes me feel happy knowing that i'm looking after my body ahahah. :) And I'm actually trying out this organic Rose- hip oil serum for the scars around my forehead and under my chin. Apparently Rose-hip oil is good for healing broken skin. So lets try it out and see! :D Just to prove that I'm not kidding around i'll add in this article that I found on the net. Have a read and see :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;"Rose Hip Essential Oil works great for all skin types; dry, blotchy, dull and oily skin.  It is especially good for mature and aging skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;If you have oily skin, don’t be afraid to use this oil, it works great on oily skin.  The oil contains high amounts of fatty acids, vitamin A and has a PH similar to your own sebum.  It does not add to the oiliness of your skin, the oil absorbs quickly and your skin is able to breathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Vitamin A is a well known antioxidant used for helping to treat wrinkles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;If you suffer from acne, don’t use the oil if you are having a breakout.  It is very good to use after the breakout is over to help heal the skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Use it twice a day morning and night.  Overnight the oil allows your skin to breathe, while it repairs and generates new cells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;The fatty acids in rosehip oil will help keep your skin healthy and prevent early aging, as the skin has no trouble absorbing the rich fatty acids in the oil."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Source: &lt;a href="http://www.foreverlookingood.com/organic-rose-hip-oil"&gt;http://www.foreverlookingood.com/organic-rose-hip-oil&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-3948836277621260589?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/3948836277621260589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=3948836277621260589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3948836277621260589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3948836277621260589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/summery-stuff.html' title='Little Bits and Pieces'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDG3tSsvXmk/ToVcgtbOANI/AAAAAAAABFA/3rxy5ApVC_o/s72-c/hw4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-2883724020818482207</id><published>2011-09-29T22:22:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:26:20.726+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say something is out of WACK? What on earth is a wack?! &lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;Why do they never make mouse flavoured cat food?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmngAi4vYHI/ToQ5Ahy2KBI/AAAAAAAABE4/KKgI5jEYm1A/s1600/bart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmngAi4vYHI/ToQ5Ahy2KBI/AAAAAAAABE4/KKgI5jEYm1A/s400/bart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657709713118603282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-2883724020818482207?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/2883724020818482207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=2883724020818482207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2883724020818482207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2883724020818482207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmngAi4vYHI/ToQ5Ahy2KBI/AAAAAAAABE4/KKgI5jEYm1A/s72-c/bart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-9189802706824672022</id><published>2011-09-27T18:36:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:24:04.279+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Till We Meet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nick left for Oxford University today. I feel so bad for not being able to go to the airport with him cuz of my timetable clash. But thank God I had the chance to meet up with him before hand. We were rushing for time, but still, it was nice just to see him before he left. I don't know when will I see him next. I will miss him soo much...Can't believe he is actually leaving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm happy for him, cuz i know going to Oxford is his dream- but that doesn't stop me not wanting him to leave.  I know I hardly see him around at Uni, but its just a comfort knowing he's around. We've been friends for five years now. Sometimes I feel as if we're gradually drifting apart... But what i've realized is that with your close High School friends, no matter how you've changed- you're still always there for each other- supporting each other. Nick was always there for me through my most difficult times... so were lots of other people, and I am ever so grateful for all of that. I know people will change- they may change for the better or for the worse. But somehow I have a feeling that Nick will always be Nick :) and I heart him because of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucdH86Pv8aE/ToFhSaAwmeI/AAAAAAAABEo/pNmF1tkQSDE/s1600/Hayley%2Band%2Bnick%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucdH86Pv8aE/ToFhSaAwmeI/AAAAAAAABEo/pNmF1tkQSDE/s400/Hayley%2Band%2Bnick%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656909575802100194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUTCHY! I will miss you so much!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KLzwP684p1k/ToFhSiBR6gI/AAAAAAAABEw/Vrog2scsNZc/s400/hayley%2Band%2Bnick%2B2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656909577951767042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOOD LUCK AT OXFORD! YOU WILL DO AWESOME :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OH. I nearly forgot to add that this photo *above* was taken while Mutchy was like "Hayley!! Hurry up and take the photo already!! I'm sick of batting my eyelashes!!!!!!!! LOL!!!!! :D Hence his eyes is closed :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want people who are close to me leaving anymore. I'm so tired of saying good bye... It sucks to be standing here on in the same spot watching everyone else leave around you... Today i started crying in the middle of the UCSA carpark watching Nick drive off... I honestly don't think i can take another person leaving. I know I should probably just man up and accept that this is part of life, but I just can't right now, and I don't even want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-9189802706824672022?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/9189802706824672022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=9189802706824672022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/9189802706824672022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/9189802706824672022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/till-we-meet-again.html' title='Till We Meet Again'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucdH86Pv8aE/ToFhSaAwmeI/AAAAAAAABEo/pNmF1tkQSDE/s72-c/Hayley%2Band%2Bnick%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-7355932441699386821</id><published>2011-09-26T20:13:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:34:27.410+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OsDK9SxfQuI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love this song, going to learn it on the piano- shouldn't be that difficult *fingers crossed* the original version is sung by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4wNphkv27o&amp;amp;feature=related" class="video-list-item-link "&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" class="title" title="刘诗诗《天天向上》现场演唱《等你的季节》 Cecilia Liu ..."&gt;刘诗诗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I like her voice, even though its not pro or anything like that. She is so pretty :) and her acting skills are awesome which is a bonus. Though, I don't really like it when she acts evil roles. &amp;gt;:( How can she be evil!? She's too angelic to be evil. There was this series, when they gave her really really long hair and dyed it white, with purple strands. And my mouth dropped to the floor D: It looked just WRONG. Meheheh I love olden day costumes!! They look soo nice!! My friend got her professional photo taken with her wearing something similar. Super jelly! I want to wear one too!!!!! Actually, I lied.  I have wore one before, back when I was 12/13. BUT THAT ONE DOESNT COUNT. Cuz i was in my icky super chubby stage. I've still chubby now. But watever, mummy says it probably runs in the family. Cuz when she was my age she kept eating and eating and eating (i don't like eating much) but still, she said even if she starved herself she was still fat. But once she hit 25- suddenly she lost a whole tone of weight! for no reason!! I saw photos of her, she was sooooo skinny that it was kinda creepy, looked like she was floating around.... anywayz. MAJOR SIDE TRACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwiOlkf5vuA/ToAnas_XEaI/AAAAAAAABEg/ejIFqXrVoT0/s1600/c0a26ca6fca7a49e06bef00271bad1e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwiOlkf5vuA/ToAnas_XEaI/AAAAAAAABEg/ejIFqXrVoT0/s400/c0a26ca6fca7a49e06bef00271bad1e8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656564471684338082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4wNphkv27o&amp;amp;feature=related" class="video-list-item-link "&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" class="title" title="刘诗诗《天天向上》现场演唱《等你的季节》 Cecilia Liu ..."&gt;刘诗诗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!! ISN'T SHE JUT SO PETTAY?!?!? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is! I'm going to go back this year and take pro photos!! They always make your skin look all smooth and perfect- gah! staring at my face now in the mirror is a tad depressing cuz of the amount of pimples and what not. But IT WILL SOON BE BETTER- AFTER ALL MY STUPID EXAMS!!! ARGHHH! *&amp;amp;$#*&amp;amp;$*#&amp;amp;$. Lol actually I don't really mind having pimples that that much. It doesn't make me all emo etc. I just rather not have it- like everyone else in the world. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;" And i know getting pimples is normal, so im fine with it. :) gah! I just waffled for like an entire blog. Sheesh Hayley, you gotta learn how to make your posts more precise and to the point. But then again, this is a blog, and its MY blog :) so technically I can blab and write watever I want. mwuahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol.....I'm hyper all of a sudden. Going to go now...&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Hayley, just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em class="desc"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-7355932441699386821?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/7355932441699386821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=7355932441699386821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/7355932441699386821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/7355932441699386821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/seasons-of-waiting.html' title='Seasons of Waiting'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OsDK9SxfQuI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-4278244734595158312</id><published>2011-09-26T00:24:00.011+13:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T10:27:49.025+13:00</updated><title type='text'>No Matter Where You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 7.5pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 14.25pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There is always someone....who will be a black hole in your life. Who’s texts you will wait for, who you would walk way out of your way for-just to casually pass by, who you’ll think about more than you should, who can either make or break your day, who hurt you, who you’ll make 1000 excuses for, and believe them yourself, because becoming delusional is easier than accepting sad reality. Who you’ll always be secretly waiting for, who you are terrified of losing, who can make everything else seem so irrelevant, who you would bring soup to when they’re sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iyuIGXj0XXM/Tn8cphh0OsI/AAAAAAAABEY/HJiUSEqnSBE/s400/tumblr_lrv9mavYHf1qbtdvyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656271156701051586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 7.5pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 14.25pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who you want to know everything about, who will make focusing in class nearly impossible, who will annoy you more than anyone on the planet, who can hurt you more than anyone else ever could, who you will want to video chat with whenever your hair is looking nice, who you’ll daydream about, who you wish was around whenever something funny happens in your life, who makes you freak out a little when you see someone with the same car as them, who makes feeling anything for anyone else really difficult, who gives you fuzzy feelings inside when they add hearts in their texts, who you think about when you’re buying new clothes, wondering if they will like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 7.5pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 14.25pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who you dream about. Who makes you want to be a better person. Who's baby pictures you really want to see. Who's Facebook you check way more than what's considered "normal", who you have in mind whenever you post dramatic song-lyrics. Who will make your blood absolutely boil when you fight with them, because they know all the tings that gets to you. Who you wish was beside you when looking at something  beautiful like a sunset or ocean....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;there is always someone you love... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;等夏天等秋天等下个季节&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;要等到月亮变缺, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;你才会来到我身边.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;要不要再见面,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;没办法还是想念.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;突然想看你的脸,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;熟悉的感觉.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;不牵手也可以漫步风霜雨雪,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;不能相见也要朝思暮念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;只想让你知道- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;我真的很好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;爱一生 恋一世&lt;/b&gt;,我也会等你到老.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;只想让你知道, &lt;b&gt;放不下也忘不掉&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;你的笑你的好, 是我温暖的依靠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-4278244734595158312?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/4278244734595158312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=4278244734595158312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4278244734595158312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4278244734595158312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-matter-where-you-are.html' title='No Matter Where You Are'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iyuIGXj0XXM/Tn8cphh0OsI/AAAAAAAABEY/HJiUSEqnSBE/s72-c/tumblr_lrv9mavYHf1qbtdvyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6379009498473155216</id><published>2011-09-24T19:42:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T14:22:52.180+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are a list of reasons why I should be freaking out now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; and start running around like a headless chicken&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I pretty much scraped a pass for my first Econ test this semester, and i'm 99.99 percent sure I got below the mean, and the median. SIGH. I am feeling the pain i tell you! I even stuck the test paper on the wall facing my desk- to remind me of how painful it can be when you completely screw over your exam.  OH THE HORROR OF A FAILED EXAM PAPER!!!! T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I got a bank statement from my ASB bank account telling me my bank account is empty already. ARGH. Thank God I live with my mummy; otherwise if i was flatting, why do I have this horrid  feeling that i'd  be surviving on carrots and lettuce for the rest of the month...:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Along with an empty bank account, I also have an empty phone credits&amp;lt;- OH POOS! The last time I checked I had tones, but today vodafone stopped me from sending messages. NO OUTGOING CALLS!!! oh well, at least I can still receive incoming calls. MUST BEG MUMMY TO TOP UP FOR ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I used to be able to read a whole Angels and Demons without constantly yawning or falling asleep. Now, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!? I can't even read two lines of my textbook without my eyes going droopy, or yawning every 3 seconds. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. The stack of ever growing unfinished readings and assignments has just gotten taller D: I think its tall enough to be dubbed as the next tallest mountain in the Southern hemisphere. Give it a few weeks, and it'll be taller than Mt Cook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. I have 3 pimples on my face, due to the amount of stress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. I am still typing this when I really should be getting some rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I WANT TO RUN AROUND MY ROOM AND SCREAM ON THE TOP OF MY LUNGS UNTIL THEY POP! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6379009498473155216?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/6379009498473155216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=6379009498473155216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6379009498473155216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6379009498473155216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking Out'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1215923100646348097</id><published>2011-09-23T21:23:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T21:29:35.540+12:00</updated><title type='text'>快乐是选择</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;我竟然没有调头 最残忍那一刻&lt;br /&gt;静静看你走 一点都不像我&lt;br /&gt;原来人会变得温柔 是透澈的懂了&lt;br /&gt;爱情是流动的 不由人的&lt;br /&gt;何必激动着要理由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_oaBuY7QHA/TnxQ5CCR4-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/oP6lqI4fuHA/s400/tumblr_l6carlDrsA1qcoj8po1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655484172799697890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;相信你只是怕伤害我 不是骗我&lt;br /&gt;很爱过谁会舍得&lt;br /&gt;把我的梦摇醒了&lt;br /&gt;宣布幸福不会来了&lt;br /&gt;用心酸微笑去原谅了 也翻越了&lt;br /&gt;有昨天还是好的&lt;br /&gt;但明天是自己的&lt;br /&gt;开始懂了 快乐是选择&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1215923100646348097?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/1215923100646348097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=1215923100646348097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1215923100646348097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1215923100646348097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='快乐是选择'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_oaBuY7QHA/TnxQ5CCR4-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/oP6lqI4fuHA/s72-c/tumblr_l6carlDrsA1qcoj8po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-657051279044659342</id><published>2011-09-23T00:02:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:39:16.800+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Headband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursdays are always super busy- well for me at least. We had a guest lecture from some investment company to talk to us in Finance today. But I bunked :( I shouldn't have, but you know at that moment- sipping my hazelnut latte was just sooo nice, and i just couldn't leave. :( I really really hope we don't get tested on it at the end of year exams. But of course, now i've said that- there is gonna be questions on it, cuz life hates me like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I went to my Micro lecture at 11am, and managed to twist my ankle on the way walking to kirkwood village. &lt;b&gt;FELT LIKE A COMPLETE RETARD&lt;/b&gt; cuz my Finance lecturer was walking behind me -_- REALLY hope he doesn't recognize me; oh well- he can have a good laugh inside his head :). I'm glad my embarrassment put a smile on someone's face :D. Was gonnna walk home when I bumped into Nicola on the way, she looked super adorable today with her in a lil pony tail :) We went to have lunch together at Spice Traders, and she ordered curry while i muched on my stupid avocado sandwich- OH POOS AND WEES! Nicola started being creepy later by reading my blog in front of me; yeahhhh... dot dot dot do you guys have any idea how awkward it is lol to read the stuff you wrote in front of someone else? haha.... maybe I should start making more things "private" so i don't end up making a fool out of myself :(  AND Then later I had bible study with the girls at 3pm, Keren gave me a chocolate in exchange for some kiwi fruit- MUWAHAHA :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I had my orthodontist appointment yesterday, and GO ME!! I'M ALREADY ON ALIGNER 13!! SO 2 MORE TO GO!!! UNTIL I FINISH MY TREATMENT!! YUS! Then i get my attachments removed, and wires etc removed. CAN NOT WAIT!!! &amp;gt;:)  so yes, i was waiting for mummy to pick me up, she was taking ages cuz she was at her yoga class  so I went around the shops- I DIDN"T WANT TO BUY ANYTHING- but you know, my hands got itchy and reached inside my wallet for that card... and swiped.. lol dw guys, i sound dramatic, but in  fact all i brought was a head band. which i really heart right now :) I have some photos to show you!! Its white with sparkly flowers on top. Quite delicate, so I gotta be careful with scratching it.. but yeah, i got it from Forever New &amp;lt;-- that pweddie girly princess shop where everything is so friggin pretty. *drools*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGfcEaL6k2Y/Tnsj-eCptVI/AAAAAAAABD4/UuEo6YPuKWk/s1600/hayley1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGfcEaL6k2Y/Tnsj-eCptVI/AAAAAAAABD4/UuEo6YPuKWk/s400/hayley1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655153313216836946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh goodness, my room is super messy &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;" i should really tidy it up before taking photo of it. Naw, now the whole world can see how messy I am. Oh you can't really see it any more because I cropped the messy part out. BUT YOU CAN STILL SEE MY  RED CUSHION ON THE FLOOR :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLJakBCENPw/Tnsj-r20XdI/AAAAAAAABEA/D9h51y5nyq8/s400/hayley2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655153316925300178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evil look :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aD6Y80O_860/Tnsj_MXMZPI/AAAAAAAABEI/8kMQnDxYdQw/s400/hayley3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655153325651027186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh and by the way: I learnt a really really lame joke today. But still chuckled, maybe I was just too tired, lol but still found it funny. SO.  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"what did the first quake say to the second quake :)"  *drum roll* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" ITS NOT MY 'FAULT'  LOL XDDDDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-657051279044659342?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/657051279044659342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=657051279044659342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/657051279044659342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/657051279044659342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/headband.html' title='Headband'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGfcEaL6k2Y/Tnsj-eCptVI/AAAAAAAABD4/UuEo6YPuKWk/s72-c/hayley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-4998687223122193842</id><published>2011-09-21T14:02:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:24:05.087+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;In a blink of an eye, i have already spent nearly 2 years studying at uni. In another blink of an eye, i'll be starting another part of my life- finding work, building up my career, finding a purpose in life and perhaps even starting a family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;And the fact that I'm getting older actually terrifies me. I'm NOT ready for any adult commitments and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;. I still want to enjoy the "carefree" student life, doing what I like, slacking off and having fun for another 1000 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-4998687223122193842?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/4998687223122193842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=4998687223122193842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4998687223122193842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4998687223122193842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6418460880358870558</id><published>2011-09-19T00:53:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T01:19:45.380+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Doddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Such an unproductive day. Didn't do anything! 2 Assignments, still untouched. must get up early in the morning to finish that off. Went out for coffee in the morning with Mummy. Sunday is offically our 'date' day. We go out for coffee, then breakfast, then shopping, then walk around the park :) GAH I love my mum so much!!! She can be really mean to be, but I probably deserve it :(. So, Ivy came over today in the afternoon to hang, and the weather was soooooo nice, all clam and breezzzzy so we wen't to the parks and did some photo taking. Kinda random, I know, but I love spring!!! Everything is just so PRETTAY!!!! :D I wish we had a massive cherry blossom tree in our back yard, then i can sit under it and drink tea and read books, not much to ask eh? Daddy should totally just plant one when he comes back next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ7B1jBOjTw/TnXqPr9TW9I/AAAAAAAABDo/OXnVEmqWy28/s1600/6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ7B1jBOjTw/TnXqPr9TW9I/AAAAAAAABDo/OXnVEmqWy28/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653682462452308946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IMbP20rKrdc/TnXqPgI59_I/AAAAAAAABDw/M6VR_VehFwQ/s400/8.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653682459279751154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AzpCw53sf0/TnXqPXvAjRI/AAAAAAAABDY/YtzQlxQvMvQ/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AzpCw53sf0/TnXqPXvAjRI/AAAAAAAABDY/YtzQlxQvMvQ/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AzpCw53sf0/TnXqPXvAjRI/AAAAAAAABDY/YtzQlxQvMvQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653682457023646994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just before I went on Skype to talk to Dad, and mum said to me " Hayley, I deleted your friend- Carmen from your contact list" when I heard that I got really angry, and asked her why would she do such a thing! To me its more like a memory of her. I want her to still be there, I don't want to wipe away everything about her just so I can forget. Mum told me its because she doesn't want me to be sad anymore because of what happened, I understand where shes coming from completely, but I just wish that even if she did delete her from my contact list- she wouldn't tell me. Because that just makes me more sad, it just reminds me of everything again......so now i'm been going through Carmen's photos and her wall posts again. It seems like things are starting to settle down... I wonder how her family is doing. Hope they're okay. I'm sure they'll be fine, Carmen will protect them and guide them through everything. She's their angel :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6418460880358870558?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6418460880358870558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6418460880358870558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/doddles.html' title='Doddles'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ7B1jBOjTw/TnXqPr9TW9I/AAAAAAAABDo/OXnVEmqWy28/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-3193302257935493542</id><published>2011-09-17T16:38:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T17:28:25.999+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yohohohoho. I went shopping yesterday!!! Yuppie!!!!  with Zhania, Julie-ann and Rachel :) SMILE! MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD WILD! HAVE A HAPPY FACE AND DA LA LA LA LA!! LOL im such a dork. I didn't actually buy much :( I'm too poor. I need a Job! No Job = no money = no shopping. OH POOS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKeQQfABx3w/TnQrnfk8JzI/AAAAAAAABDQ/-f27P5yHdt0/s1600/Hayley4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKeQQfABx3w/TnQrnfk8JzI/AAAAAAAABDQ/-f27P5yHdt0/s400/Hayley4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653191389748143922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5u5FsnH53t0/TnQrW7qov2I/AAAAAAAABDA/0saYQnCNupk/s1600/Hayley%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5u5FsnH53t0/TnQrW7qov2I/AAAAAAAABDA/0saYQnCNupk/s400/Hayley%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653191105230454626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWOcA_BP7Nw/TnQq1MLiFHI/AAAAAAAABCo/SiPSCz_fRHQ/s1600/Hayley%2B9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWOcA_BP7Nw/TnQq1MLiFHI/AAAAAAAABCo/SiPSCz_fRHQ/s400/Hayley%2B9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653190525547844722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMtfcIuFaf8/TnQrNgK3HtI/AAAAAAAABC4/qyn5pI61YZY/s400/Hayley%2B10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653190943230598866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0XkxFFsB-w/TnQrHO3LXZI/AAAAAAAABCw/8-uNY4pU2h0/s400/hayley7.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 336px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653190835505421714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess what I'm doing now?! I'm watching Conan Detective &amp;gt;:) lol its soo good! I love it! Been watching it ever since I was 11 :) and now I'm 20, I still watch this. I think the reason why i like it so much is cuz I absolutely adore Sherlock Holmes! I  finished reading all of Sir Conan Doyle's books when I was 12. Romance books are so lame. Go shoo twilight, make way for detective novels! MUWAHAH :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-3193302257935493542?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/3193302257935493542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=3193302257935493542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3193302257935493542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3193302257935493542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/shalalalala.html' title='Shalalalala'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKeQQfABx3w/TnQrnfk8JzI/AAAAAAAABDQ/-f27P5yHdt0/s72-c/Hayley4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1776150926206285036</id><published>2011-09-14T20:43:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:03:20.435+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Just So Unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ITS JUST SO UNFAIR. How come everyone gets to go to the night market today, and i can't! NO FAIR. Why do I have stupid tests after tests after tests, and assignments after assignments after assignments! I AM JUST SO SICK OF THIS. Cannot physically wait until this Friday. Then, i get to go to Drex with Shauny and go get that retail therapy with Zhania- WHICH, FYI I REALLY NEED. When boy stuff happens, I grow fat and eat chocolate, and tubs of ice-cream while watching gay asian romance dramas :P When bad horrid stuff like exams happens, I need to shop to make myself feel better. ISN'T THAT JUST SO SAD?! I always have to either make my self uglier, or make myself bankrupt to feel better. UGH. Hayley you live such a crappy life! &amp;gt;:(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I was suppose to be cramming for my Econ test, but then blah blah happened. So I bummed around in the library with Zhani, Michelle etc. And guess what we spent our whole time doing!? TALKING ABOUT ZAC EFRON AND VANESSA HUDGENS AND ASHLEY TINSDALE! LOL AS WELL AS google-ing hot images of Oliva Parlemo's boyfriend. &amp;lt;- ROFL. I don't actually know his name, but all i remember is seeing this really hot guy in this mag, and it said he was Olivia Parlemo's boyfriend! HE IS SO Hot &amp;gt;:P hehe (can i say that?) lol. But ofcourse now that i've said he's super hunky and hot, you guys are probably all gonna google him, and stalk him. muwahah lol i purposely didn't put an image of him here, just so you guys can do all the stalking yourself :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All that stalking actually made me forget about my lectures, so I missed 3 lectures today. SHOCK HORROR. GAH. need to catch up :( I'm so sick of always being behind. maybe thats why I suck so bad and keep screwing up my tests. I actually think i failed my accounting test. No kidding. Anyways. I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS WHEN IM HAPPY RIGHT NOW. So yes, back to happy stuff. I actually had a slight headache before, felt really tired, and sleepy. But mummy made me all happy again when she took me out to dinner! Annnndddd so I got dressed, shoved on some make up, and camwhored! I know what you're thinking- "oh dear, not again' -_- Anyways. Have I told you guys how MUCH I HATE MY STUPID FRINGE RIGHT NOW?! .... and Sarah thought S****'s fringe is icky.... I think mine is icky-err. Its soo strandy, and sloopy. BLAH. Its like each strand hates all the ones around it. :( they repel each other. POOS. See, you'll know what i'm talking about once you see the pictures. ITS ICKY RIGHT?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwpXViZq4qg/TnBpTgxHS2I/AAAAAAAABCI/v3Oh4Pdq6Ug/s400/Hayley%2BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652133316284336994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need help with my hair :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1776150926206285036?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/1776150926206285036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=1776150926206285036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1776150926206285036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1776150926206285036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-fair.html' title='Its Just So Unfair'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwpXViZq4qg/TnBpTgxHS2I/AAAAAAAABCI/v3Oh4Pdq6Ug/s72-c/Hayley%2BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-671359123243871724</id><published>2011-09-11T19:08:00.009+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:26:45.148+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A needle stabbed me today! It HURT SO BAD. After all these years, I still hate needles... They're just so... umm pointy? and so sharp.. and so creeply shinny?? Anyways, no one is allowed to touch my left arm this entire week. If they do, I will... glare at them evily?? I dunno, I'll think of something better in a sec. I've been  feeling really dizzy these days, and my ears have been buzzing alot , i thought it was cuz i've been using my music player too much, but even after I stopped it still buzzes- like this zinngggg zinnggg kind of sound.. mm am i getting old?? Can't be! I'm only 20! :( Actually, 20 is quite old isn't it.. apparently you're skin starts to shrink once you hit 20, omg i should totally start using anti wrinkle cream before its too late!! I want to preserve my youthfulness!!!! &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GAH I am such a slaker, can not concentrate on finishing my assignment, so I went nosing about on the internet..... anddddd look what i found?!?!? ONLY LIKE THE CUTEST BABY ALIVE!???! Sorry shauny, Ethan has officially been taken down .. heheh MEET MY NEW OBSESSION (below) ISN'T HE JUST ADORABLE?!? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ1vRuIEJqY/TmxgDNxMupI/AAAAAAAABB4/4zgJAQ02spM/s400/Cute%2Bbaby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650997240795019922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;JUST LOOK AT HIS EYES?!?? ! I want them! Yes yes i know, i have this creepy obsession with big eyes. I know i shouldn't but i can't help it, though i've learnt to keep it quite in public and not gush over ppl with pretty eyes hehe.  But its not just me thats obsessed with them.. :) If  a baby with big eyes looks at me, i just can't stay angry :D ehehe. Oh, and just so you know, the baby in the picture is a hybrid , i could tell from the start cuz my hybrid radar told me so  lol Carmen baby would have loved this kid :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anne Hathaway has a new movie coming out called &lt;b&gt;One Day&lt;/b&gt;. I haven't looked at the trailers or anything, but I saw a picture of it in the adds, and thought OH, THIS IS A MOVIE I WANNA SEE!!! :d Judging by the picture it looks like its a romance film, and im not normally a romance film kind of person; (generally i go for films like Prestige Inception Dark Knight etc etc) but they can be amazing :), though nothing bets Titanic :) So yea, I want to see this, but I'll probably wait for it to come out on DVD or something and rent it out to watch it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kt1UwNq0RE/TmxjlMloyDI/AAAAAAAABCA/nrkY8hhAyFw/s400/One%2BDay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651001123128526898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 326px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Day &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Twenty years. Two people" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-671359123243871724?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/671359123243871724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=671359123243871724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/671359123243871724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/671359123243871724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-cutie.html' title='A Little Cutie'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ1vRuIEJqY/TmxgDNxMupI/AAAAAAAABB4/4zgJAQ02spM/s72-c/Cute%2Bbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-4530335429970957478</id><published>2011-09-10T13:57:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:14:06.597+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is just NOT happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;F. This has not been a good week. Fist the horrible news of Carmen, then I found out my friend Rebecca's new born baby past away on Sunday. I can't imagine what her and Jeremy are going through at the moment. She must be so heartbroken.. Sigh.WHAT IS UP WITH THIS WORLD?! AND What the F is wrong with me. Its like no matter what I do, I can't do it right. One bad thing happens after another. I hate this. Accounting and Economics test was a total fail. I actually seriously think I screwed it up. Walked out of the test feeling really frustrated, like I wasted my time looking over stuff. The assignment result came out, and I just checked. Totally screwed that up to. What the heck man. Can't concentrate on anything. Ugh and you know whats even worse? I've got a fever, AS IF I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH ON MY MIND!!! Why a fever now!!!! How am I even suppose to make it past next week. Honestly, every day is like too much for me now. I feel so Effing Bland. So DRY. SO BORED. SO TIRED. Nothing excites me anymore. I apologize for the language of this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And oh yeah. Got another trim the other day. This is what it looks like (below)  It seems like when I'm annoyed I just cut my hair. Before you know it, I'm gonna be hairless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJSalZHmEqE/TmrHTXyKRbI/AAAAAAAABBw/y7TAzwjubdc/s400/Image35.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650547818105554354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-4530335429970957478?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/4530335429970957478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=4530335429970957478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4530335429970957478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4530335429970957478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/everything-is-just-not-happening.html' title='Everything is just NOT happening'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJSalZHmEqE/TmrHTXyKRbI/AAAAAAAABBw/y7TAzwjubdc/s72-c/Image35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8220260134373007060</id><published>2011-09-04T19:24:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:34:08.301+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip To The Doctors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up this morning at 3am covered in sweat. Mum rushed in because she heard me screaming. I can't actually remember what it was that made me scream. But I'm guessing I probably had a dream about Carmen inside the coffin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was about to go back to sleep when I looked down at my arm, and realized they were red, then I looked at my legs- they were red too. I thought I might have developed a fever... So this morning, I went to my GP to ask him whats all the red blotchy stuff on my arm. He said it was probably because i've been stressing so much recently that  i've developed rashes on my arms and around my ankle. And, he said it doesn't help that i've been scratching them while im sleeping. He gave me some smelly cream to put on. It looks so disgusting, i've only used it once and it feels like i just shoved paint on my arm...Just as well its still relatively cold outside , so i don't have to walk around with red blotches on my arm- cuz that would be disgusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8220260134373007060?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8220260134373007060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8220260134373007060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8220260134373007060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8220260134373007060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/trip-to-doctors.html' title='A Trip To The Doctors'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8398458112066340112</id><published>2011-09-03T16:09:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T17:06:29.770+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece Of My Heart Belongs To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is going to be really poorly written blog post. But right now I just need to say all of this. Today. Has been one hell of a day. I don't know how else to put it. For those of you who don't know, today 11pm was Carmen's funeral service at CCC. I showed up with Alex, Nick, Prak, Keren, Simon, Lsha, etc. In fact, everyone showed up, this just shows how much she really meant to all of us.... On the way there, in the car, I just didn't want to be there on single bit. As I walked in through the front door of the church, people were handling me pamphlets... I opened it, started at the picture, and just wanted to back out the door and go home. The front cover was a photo of Carmen, smiling with her hands cupped around her face... the background was decorated with  lil angels, lollies and cakes; all the stuff that Carmen loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not here to give an account of the funeral service. I just wanted to write down how I felt today. You don't have to read this. In the beginning, I was just sitting there, shocked that I was actually even there. When people beside me were crying. I actually didn't feel anything. Spent some time looking around, wondering why is everyone so dramatic and crying?? Just look at the photos of her on the slideshow, shes perfectly fine. There is still photos of her with her family in the snow! which only happened like two weeks ago. I guess, I was still trying to get into my head that she's gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But gradually, I felt my lips starting to quiver... When her brother Jimmy went onto the stage to sing for her, that was when i started bursting into tears. I tried so hard to stop myself. But I just couldn't and its almost like I didn't even want to. That was the moment when everything actually sunk in, she is really gone. like gone, forever and ever. I know people say she's still alive, up in heaven.. I'm sorry. I just don't get that. She was always an angel, but the Carmen up in heaven, isn't really Carmen anymore. She's not my Smelly anymore...... The Carmen that I knew will always live on in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the funeral service came to an conclusion, family and friends were invited to the front where Carmen lied in her coffin to say their last goodbyes. A part of me didn't want to see Carmen like that, because I knew the moment I saw her lying there, the pretty image of her that I have in my head would be tinted.... I can't help it... but even knowing that, I still walked to the front, and wanted to see her one last time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I walked to the front, I bent over.. And saw strands of her hair inside the white coffin..I broke down into tears. I even can't describe it...Then, I walked up closer, biting my lips. I looked inside, and saw her lying there... Even thinking about it now still makes my eyes tear up. At that moment, me Lucy Alysha, Keren, Jacinda, just held onto each other and I cried like i've never cried before.  I looked at Carmen, and then looked at the photo of Carmen just sitting beside her, and said to Jacinda that that is not Carmen!  It doesn't even look like Carmen. How can it even be carmen!!! What did they do to her?!? Why is she lying inside!!!! I honestly honestly honestly can't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was crying, Carmen's mum reached out, touched me on the shoulder and said ' don't cry, Carmen would never want to see you guys cry because of her." Her mum is honestly so brave.... and her words made me feel better, but at the same time cry even harder. I kept saying, carmen how can you leave your family. you loved them so much... please come back and see them. Soon after they closed the coffin, and I just stood there, not believing what I was actually seeing... I don't know how to describe today, i don't know how to put everything I'm feeling into words. I just can't cry anymore. After the service, I felt as if all the emotions as been wiped out of me... I felt, nothing.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After all of us just stood there, people around me were talking and comforting each other. But all i did was just lean on the door, gazing at the photo of Carmen and the coffin... It was then that a sudden anger rushed over me. You might wonder why I'm angry all of a sudden. Its because, I saw girls, cam-whoring in front of the coffin. Seriously, to those girls, you know who you are, and i actually know some of you guys. I'm going to do you a favor and not put your names up. So instead i'm going to write this to all of you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; DO YOU REALLY THINK ITS RESPECTABLE TO CARMEN TO BE TAKING PHOTOS OF YOUR FACES IN FRONT OF HER COFFIN, I understand if you were just taking photos as memories, but THAT DID NOT LOOK LIKE A EFFING MEMORY SHOT. IT WAS YOU GUYS DOING FUNNY EMOTIONS, PULLING FUNNY FACES, ALL SMILING AND HAPPY. AND JUMPING ABOUT THE PLACE. FINE, IF YOU MUST DO THAT OUTSIDE. BUT HOW DARE U EVEN DO THAT IN FRONT OF CARMEN'S COFFIN! USE YOUR BRAIN AND THINK! HAS YOUR MUM AND DAD EVEN TAUGHT YOU MANNERS?!?!? AND. YOU GUYS ARE NOT KIDS, MOST OF YOU GO TO BSH. ITS EMBARRASSING TO BE FROM THE SAME SCHOOL AS YOU GUYS!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If it wasn't for people around, I would of gone up and screamed at them. Today is a day to celebrate Carmen's life, and remember her... it just hurts me when I see stuff like that. i don't know, maybe I'm just really tired....i shouldn't even be angry and thinking about screaming.. sigh.  This past week has been so mentally, emotionally, physically draining... Sigh.. .Carmen. I still miss you so much. But i know, its not about how long you've lived, its how you lived.... You certainly lived your life to the full.. I will always remember you, and so will everyone else that loves you. And no doubt, one day i will be able to see you again up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until then, goodbye my sweet angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will think of you everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are such an amazing person; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i still don't understand why you have to go so soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8398458112066340112?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8398458112066340112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8398458112066340112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8398458112066340112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8398458112066340112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/09/piece-of-my-heart-belongs-to-you.html' title='A Piece Of My Heart Belongs To You'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8805469714651890107</id><published>2011-08-29T16:24:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:00:01.619+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Carmen. I miss you sooo much....its been two days since you've left... I still can't believe it... Its almost as if I refuse to believe it. When Ivy told me you're gone... I wanted to scream, what do you mean she's GONE???!! HOW CAN SHE BE GONE??!? She's just really ill!!! She'll get better. Ivy stop joking around!!!!Its not funny! Don't say stuff like that!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;But, apart of me knew Ivy wasn't kidding, its not like her at all to joke around with stuff like that....I think i just didn't want to accept it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uDQChqpEJ6Q?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;These days I keep asking the question, why you?! Why?! At first I felt sadness- sad that you've left us forever, then anger- angry that the doctors couldn't save you, angry that you didn't take better care of your health, then frustration- frustrated that you didn't tell me earlier, and now, regret; I wish I had the chance to spend more time with you... Every morning I wake up, I keep thinking everything is a nightmare, I just imagined the whole thing. You're not really gone, you just have some horrible flu, and soon you'll be better again- jumping around all over the place like how you used to. Carmen, have you seen how many posts have been left on your facebook wall??? Have you seen how many people care about you? Have you seen how many lives you've touched? Have you seen how many people are in pain because of you? Carmen, how can you just leave.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I just want to tell you that  no matter what, I won't let you go. I'll think of you every day... every time I see cute babies i'll think of you, and how much you adored every kid you saw.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDUnJohzU-A/TlsWAF_5zCI/AAAAAAAABBo/QkQZpOA1D3I/s400/11559_170007258033_567848033_3054443_2256666_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646130748705066018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;This song, it says everything I wanted to tell you.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rest In peace Carmen. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;10.5.1991 - 27-8-2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); "&gt;When you're falling, you're crashing&lt;br /&gt;When your fire has turned to ashes&lt;br /&gt;When you're screaming, your heart is bleeding&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling, like there's no reason&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;No I, I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you're all alone and it's cold and there's no one to hold&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling lost, and there's nowhere, there's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling sad, don't forget you can reach for my hand&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling down just remember&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're torn down&lt;br /&gt;When you're messed up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you give in, no don't you give up&lt;br /&gt;When you're drowning&lt;br /&gt;When you're fading&lt;br /&gt;Always know that, I'm always waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Forever and always. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8805469714651890107?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8805469714651890107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8805469714651890107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8805469714651890107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8805469714651890107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/rest-in-peace-angel.html' title='Rest In Peace Angel'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uDQChqpEJ6Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6011270343138593095</id><published>2011-08-22T12:57:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:57:18.930+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Illuminate</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fcv1g9zBNI4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW. NOW THATS TALENT :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6011270343138593095?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6011270343138593095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6011270343138593095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/illuminate.html' title='Illuminate'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Fcv1g9zBNI4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8229534807054717697</id><published>2011-08-20T20:33:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:37:47.972+12:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Stop Lying Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: monospace; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(251, 252, 253); "&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.vincentcheung.ca/jsencryption/jsencryption.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(251, 252, 253); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(251, 252, 253); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(251, 252, 253); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;This is an  encrypted post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(251, 252, 253); 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"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('ozv0vDdi')"&gt;***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8229534807054717697?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8229534807054717697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8229534807054717697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-can-seriously-stop-lying-now.html' title='You Can Stop Lying Now'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-3220854605723977804</id><published>2011-08-20T00:28:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T01:01:24.234+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Past One By One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holidays has begun. Whats my plan you ask me? Nothing. I have all this stuff I should be doing, but I just can't bring myself together to get anything done. I'm so pathetic aren't i?! Woke up today at 4pm realizing that I missed 3 lectures. This isn't a first. Seriously, I got to stop with this "i don't give" attitude. Its really pissing myself off. I don't know about everyone else, but semester 2 is always a struggle for me. I find it really hard to attend lectures when its raining, hailing, snowing and quaking. Just gotta think of all those people living in poverty who can't afford an education! Gotta appreciate what I have! Think to self: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY WEI, ALWAYS REMEMBER TO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARPE THAT DIEM :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, got frustrated today for nothing, so i started tidying up my wardrobe- realized that it is about to explode. I have too much clothes that I don't wear anymore. Thinking about having a massive sale thing. But don't like the idea of randoms touching my stuff- yes, I know, I'm very possessive. So, might have to put it on trademe, or do what Eva did, have a sale at her house and invite friends. Good idea Eva- hope you don't mind if i potentially copy you :) well you know what they say, 'imitation is the highest form of flattery.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad went back to Shanghai yesterday, he was suppose to leave earlier, but his flight got cancelled because of the snow. Have I said this already????? can not remember. Oh well, can't hurt hearing me saying it again. So yeah, back on track- Dad's plane was at 8 pm. Mum and I took him there 1 hour earlier. It turns out we were too early, so spent some time talking with Dad. He is honestly the best dad in the world. :) I know he shouts at me, screams at me, evil glares at me a lot. But still, he put in so much love and care into raising me that its actually crazy! I hear stories from friends of mine about how their Dad treated them, or their family. And it makes me realize how much Dad really means to me. I am a daddy's girl after all heheh :D oh, I LOVE mum too! Perhaps i love her 0.0005 percent less than Daddy lol, cuz dad lets me hug him and jumps on him and gives me good night kisses. Mum doesn't, well at least she doesn't do it willingly. She's not a very huggy person. You won't get it, if u don't ask for it. pft :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, Dad told me to look after mummy, help her do the washing, clean the dishes etc, and cook dinner. He said its already hard working full time and taking care of me and the house- which i fully agree- that's why I downloaded a bunch of recipes today, I am going to cook dinner from now on, everyday! :) Lets see how long this lasts eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Dad was talking to me and smiling at me, my eyes started going a little bit blurry, I thought it was just me being tired at first, until my nose felt stinggy, and soon, i felt tears rolling around in my eyes. Dad saw and laughed, he was like Hayley, you're gonna be 20 in a couple of days, you shouldn't be crying like a lil baby :) I nodded, but this actually made me wanted to cry more. I tried super hard to blink away the tears, but as he was boarding the plane, and waved goodbye- I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Started crying like a baby. Yup, fine, diss me if you want. I started bawling my eyes out. :(( mum started laughing at me saying oh goodness, you are still a kid. :) Yeah, I'm a kid, a baby, a toddler. blah blah blah. So what?! -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-3220854605723977804?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/3220854605723977804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=3220854605723977804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3220854605723977804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3220854605723977804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/days-past-one-by-one.html' title='Days Past One By One'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8031804905162473185</id><published>2011-08-17T20:23:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T21:15:09.415+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Get Used To This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday it was Quan Quan's birthday. So.&lt;b&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUAN &lt;/b&gt;( even though u probably won't be reading this but oh wells. people that read it will know it was ur birthday at least :)  And, guess what?! yesterday it also snowed in again! Twice a year! whoop whoop. I could get used to this! Loving how we got two days off school and so my tests got cancelled! Yuss! I was soo not ready for it! There is like 8 chapters of stuff and I was still stuck on chapter 5. boo hoo. So yeah, you've probably heard this is the biggest snow storm in south island for the last 30 years. Which is pretty epic. Because of this, Dad's flight got cancelled. So he gets to stay 3 days longer! Yay ya! I wish Daddy could just stay here with mummy and I because I love my daddy very very much. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So relived that I got a haircut before the snow storm. Cuz my hair was seriously dying with all the split ends and stuff. Don't mean to complain- but its really really annoying spending 20 min every morning just brushing your hair and wincing in pain with all the knots and tangles  :( mmm I still miss my long hair, but don't think there is a chance of me getting it back. Since if im going to be heading to Malaysia and Singapore at the end of the year where its constantly 30 degrees ish- i want my hair above my shoulders for sure. Kinda like how I have it now (below), its certainly isn't my best hair cut ever. But oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hijArGv6xYs/TkuAxPfp7lI/AAAAAAAABBI/EoXdAOIOcO8/s400/DSC00072.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641744541672926802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And since im talking about photos, might as well add in some photos of my snowman- Elly. Hehe, I hope you guys think its cute. well if u don't, don't tell me. Cuz I don't want to hear it. &amp;gt;:( I like it and thats that. I don't normally get stuck up about my creations, but this time, im not telling it go. I LOVE MY SNOWMAN ELLY!!! :D Do you know how long it took to get its body in that perfect circular shape -_- yea, thats right, u don't. So don't diss. humpft. I think i played in the snow a lil too long thats why im slightly sick right now. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gaNVLYV701E/TkuAxiOFHmI/AAAAAAAABBg/VSXJ-iIGc24/s1600/DSC00113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gaNVLYV701E/TkuAxiOFHmI/AAAAAAAABBg/VSXJ-iIGc24/s400/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641744546699484770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXchr1_NNWY/TkuAxnmzexI/AAAAAAAABBY/SXSfraB239g/s400/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641744548145363730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Righteeeehoooo I am going to head off to bed now. Feeling my throat is starting to hurt. And I don't want to be sick this Sunday cuz its Michelle's birthday :) oh goodness, so many August babies. AUGUST BABIES ARE THE BEST :D i'm not being biased at all! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8031804905162473185?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8031804905162473185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8031804905162473185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8031804905162473185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8031804905162473185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-could-get-used-to-this.html' title='I Could Get Used To This'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hijArGv6xYs/TkuAxPfp7lI/AAAAAAAABBI/EoXdAOIOcO8/s72-c/DSC00072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6636828986548268030</id><published>2011-08-15T21:58:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:01:43.425+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SxpvDjDOgsQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I was that good :( No matter how hard I practice i'll never be that good. :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all these years, Titanic is still one of my ultimate favorites. Every time I watch it, I cry. In fact, the last time I watched it with Nancy I started sobbing D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6636828986548268030?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/6636828986548268030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=6636828986548268030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6636828986548268030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6636828986548268030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/incredible.html' title='Incredible'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SxpvDjDOgsQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-722725202187697812</id><published>2011-08-13T23:30:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:40:07.423+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Know Whats Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;whats wrong with me? Why do I have no motivation?! Exams and stuff are like a few days away and yet I cbf studying?! Normally I can at least force myself to cram something down. But i can't even do that these days. Seems like everything is so dry at the moment. Don't even know why i'm taking the papers that im taking, don't know why im doing the degree that im doing. This is so typical of me. I think i go through this phase every year. Ugh I wish i could just snap out of it, and concentrate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sit in my room, trying to get SOMETHING done, but I end up going on the internet doing nothing. And then when mum comes in, I immediately shut my laptop lid- pretending im doing work. omg i am so freaking lame. See what I mean?! I know im lame, yet im doing nothing about it. And its not even like I have no work to do. I have sooo much work!! I think thats the problem, I have sooo much work that I don't even  know where to start. Its like this massive pile that just keeps getting bigger and bigger. gowsh- DEAR WORK- why don't you just DROWN ME EH?!?!? so much easier. :( Hayley you suck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mum called yk's mum last night to catch up. Apparently he injured himself. I hope he gets better. Don't know the details, but im gonna find out. Suddenly really looking foward to going back to China at the end of this year. To be honest, I'm actually looking foward to going back to China more than going go Malaysia and Singapore... Im still really excited about the whole trip with Alex Keren and Josh, but i just really miss my friends and family back in China. One of my friend who is studying nutrition has just left and gone to the Netherlands to work. Lucky! :) Hope everything goes well for her. Sigh, Im always super jealous of her. Not only is she super prewddie, and smart, but shes also super nice. Like not fake nice, but honestly i don't think she's ever said a single bad thing about anyone in her life! :O mmm why can I not be more like that!!!! T.T So... just putting it out there, I always thought her and Yk were gonna get together. ahah just cuz they would be the perfect couple :) and not to mention the perfect height (20cm height difference) but mehnnnn too bad yk is taken. :) naawwww, everyone is getting together these days. Its soo sweet :D Kinda like this awesome song that I like. Found it on a website. ( YOU SEE what i spend my days doing now =_=") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"你就像烟火的美丽 那么美丽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;轻划过无人的天际&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;曾经交换过的秘密&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;紧紧埋藏在心底&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;你就像烟火的神秘, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;那么神秘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;风随着你若即若离&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;留下触不到的可惜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;陨落下了我们的回忆"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-722725202187697812?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/722725202187697812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=722725202187697812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/722725202187697812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/722725202187697812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-know-whats-wrong.html' title='Don&apos;t Know Whats Wrong'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8021139666433376509</id><published>2011-08-13T00:58:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:08:54.501+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Kind Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Someone once told me they thought it was creepy how my best friends and I said “I love you” to each other often. I told them: I think when you love someone; you can’t help but sound at least a little creepy. Love is love. No matter if it’s for your Mom, your cat, a boy, or your best friend. And when you are lucky enough to have people to love, and be loved, you need to let them know how thankful you are for that, and how much you love them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8021139666433376509?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8021139666433376509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8021139666433376509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8021139666433376509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8021139666433376509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/different-kind-of-love.html' title='A Different Kind Of Love'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-9008709053840530237</id><published>2011-08-11T15:40:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T16:00:05.035+12:00</updated><title type='text'>You Asked Me Whats Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gtmte-E7-9g/TkNQKDweXwI/AAAAAAAABBA/osEArBjnoa8/s1600/tumblr_log6qd520v1qd06s7o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gtmte-E7-9g/TkNQKDweXwI/AAAAAAAABBA/osEArBjnoa8/s400/tumblr_log6qd520v1qd06s7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639439292135530242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH LMAO!!! ROFL!! Gotta admit my days are pretty lame at the moment, but THAT just made me feel a whole lot better!! &amp;gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-9008709053840530237?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/9008709053840530237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=9008709053840530237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/9008709053840530237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/9008709053840530237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-asked-me-whats-wrong.html' title='You Asked Me Whats Wrong'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gtmte-E7-9g/TkNQKDweXwI/AAAAAAAABBA/osEArBjnoa8/s72-c/tumblr_log6qd520v1qd06s7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6067584406262998760</id><published>2011-08-07T23:49:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:58:15.235+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Nessa Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gd5zLpdOazo/Tj59nCAtonI/AAAAAAAABAg/HKbAHHbBrFM/s1600/celeb%2Bimag%2B%25285%2529.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gd5zLpdOazo/Tj59nCAtonI/AAAAAAAABAg/HKbAHHbBrFM/s400/celeb%2Bimag%2B%25285%2529.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638081893022671474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iqQoo03B8_w/Tj59nYh8TaI/AAAAAAAABAo/WnDDLCdycGs/s400/celeb%2Bimag%2B%2528833%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638081899067624866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJkXrQKaEfg/Tj59IM4Qq4I/AAAAAAAABAQ/WdBmLnsati4/s1600/T1zpF2XcRfXXaH.X6X.JPEG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJkXrQKaEfg/Tj59IM4Qq4I/AAAAAAAABAQ/WdBmLnsati4/s400/T1zpF2XcRfXXaH.X6X.JPEG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638081363364064130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ODMVs-m70VI/Tj59mxx0LxI/AAAAAAAABAY/AxG6wKcGT_s/s400/33912_vanessa_hudgens_011808_02-430x740.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638081888665218834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbZAVs-Mr34/Tj59H9Yq86I/AAAAAAAABAA/HYEOuvl9fhg/s1600/67628_HudgensBrittanyCelebutopia_net14_122_351lo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbZAVs-Mr34/Tj59H9Yq86I/AAAAAAAABAA/HYEOuvl9fhg/s400/67628_HudgensBrittanyCelebutopia_net14_122_351lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638081359205036962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFgtZVHDcgs/Tj59H_v3OGI/AAAAAAAABAI/1CSocYIb2aY/s400/qqhj1i5gmsj4q4hm.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638081359839180898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUd-11jHQCE/Tj59HSQSSYI/AAAAAAAAA_w/jLEWRMIAHcM/s1600/Hudgebsjbrandhoulihan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUd-11jHQCE/Tj59HSQSSYI/AAAAAAAAA_w/jLEWRMIAHcM/s400/Hudgebsjbrandhoulihan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638081347627141506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2WZc2zDC0M/Tj59Hvkyz9I/AAAAAAAAA_4/fJX5IrBcAxE/s400/Hudgensnudiejeansgresweater.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638081355497787346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't help stalking her :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't think creepy-ly of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean no harm. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6067584406262998760?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/6067584406262998760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=6067584406262998760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6067584406262998760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6067584406262998760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/nessa-love.html' title='Nessa Love'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gd5zLpdOazo/Tj59nCAtonI/AAAAAAAABAg/HKbAHHbBrFM/s72-c/celeb%2Bimag%2B%25285%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1440420565607010368</id><published>2011-08-06T21:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:10:04.588+12:00</updated><title type='text'>To God Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gT-QWSxV0Hs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1440420565607010368?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1440420565607010368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1440420565607010368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-god-alone.html' title='To God Alone'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gT-QWSxV0Hs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6836592362636943938</id><published>2011-08-06T00:35:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T00:40:40.508+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r6TwzSGYycM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The beginning is weird! Whats up with the Random "elevator type" music??!?!? Doesn't match any part of the song what-so-ever. Honestly don't know why they even bother having it there- all it did was waste my precious internet data =_= That said, the dancing is  freaking awesome!!!! (as per usual) :) Supa jealous how fast they can dance!  Btw, Go away stupid sissy Girls Generation, move and make way for SJ-  the reason why they are still famous is cuz 99% of their  fans are shallow yucky perverted guys. Anywayz, so yes,  oh my goodness! every time I listen to Super Junior songs I get angry, why oh why did Hankyung leave?!? He was one of the cute adorable ones :( With out Hankyung the group isn't the same anymore T_T Hankyung!!!! Come back!!!!! We miss you!!! Especially me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6836592362636943938?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/6836592362636943938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=6836592362636943938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6836592362636943938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6836592362636943938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/mr-simple.html' title='Mr Simple'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r6TwzSGYycM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1610121556696584977</id><published>2011-08-04T21:42:00.007+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T22:23:55.127+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Part Of Me Misses You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm drowning in workload, yet I'm still blogging. Oh goodness. This is just not ON. Two exams coming up on the same day! And 3 Assignments. I need a private psychologist :( Ivy, where are you when I need you!? So, I just realized, Winter is actually horridly depressing. Your nose is constantly 'wet' cuz of the excess moisture in the air, You're face is always annoyingly pale cuz there is never a decent amount of sunshine to give you a nice glowing tan. And, obviously enough, its ALWAYS cold. I really hate going to the bathroom at night, or taking a shower at night; its never warm enough :( I want it to be like 24 degrees T_T Mummy and Daddy, please install a heat pump in every room, and not just the lounge and the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the other day there was this massive shoe sale thingy at Uni. Everyone rushed there, which is fair enough considering everything was incrediably cheap! The entire thing was ONE DOLLAR! YUP, ONE DOLLAR!! Sigh, but just as I thought, my feet size has once again let me down. There was no decent size 3/4 shoes :(( Man, i don't want Asian feet anymore &amp;gt;:[ Though, sometimes I'm grateful for my midget foot size, e.g. when it comes to heels. I hate to say this, but people with massive feet's heels sometimes look SLIGHTLY like a midget boat :) Don't shoot me for being honest. I mean, take my mummy for example- She's a size 10. AND oh goodness, going shoe shopping with her back in China is like "KILL MEEEEE!!!!!" We can hardly ever find the right thing. And when you see this really pweddie shoe on display, once the sales person grab her size- the petite shoes automatically looks like a miniature plane. Lol Oh goodness, that sounds mean. I don't mean that in a nasty way. haha She even said it herself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, remember how I had that massive fight with my parents? Well, its all good now :) I still love them bucket loads, and they still love me truck loads :) In fact, Mum and Dad were worried about me not taking care of my body that they went out and brought me rosehip oil pills thingy which is suppose to make your skin better and your stress level go down. Clearly my body is just retarded- cuz it reacted to it quite badly. In fact, one day after taking the pill, I woke up in the morning and there was like 3 massive pimples on my face. You can see it yourself! *below* (Its on my chin) =_=" and yeah yeah I know you're probably thinking- I can't really tell, its too small. Well thats cuz I'm too insecure to put a massive photo of my pimple on the web. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1p2YXoB70pM/Tjpss2T5QmI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/FEMlgVmBlwo/s400/SP_A2363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636937401356599906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 314px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zhe is super mean. When he saw me the first thing he said was like &lt;b&gt;OMG YOU HAVE A MASSIVE PIMPLE ON YA FACE&lt;/b&gt;. =_________=" GEE, thanks Zhe, you're so kind, so generous. You know how you said you feel like you got raped by that Torts exam!!!!??? WELL, I hope you get raped by every exam :D *smirk* hehe lol, im just joking. I ain't that mean lahhh &amp;lt;-- Malaysian wannabe. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So moving on, Its that time of the year again at Canterbury University. ITS election TIME!!! whoop whoop. erm yeaaaaa. I really don't even get what is the point of this, last year the guy who won said he was gonna get better, healthier and cheaper food at the cafeteria. AND guess what, a year has passed. And NOTHING HAS CHANGED =_=" I see no new anything, and the prices have actually gone up. wat the heck. So this year, I've decided not to waste my time and not vote for anyone. So they say they are people who are prepared to make a difference??? pft yerrr right. More like, they want to get voted in cuz they think they are awesome, and they don't actually care about anyone, the only thing they care about is getting in so they can shove it on their CVs. Of course I am generalizing here. Feel free to prove me wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I found this on a blog. Just want to insert it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you asked me last year where I saw myself in a year, I can tell you that this, all of this wasn't what I had in mind. The way things are in general are nothing like I thought they would be. People I've kept close to my heart have now become complete strangers. And people who were once strangers now mean so much to me. This past year has gone by so quickly. It almost feels like nothing has changed and yet when I slow down and think about it, nothing is the same. It's hard to believe how much can change in just a year. This time last year, things were completely different. I was completely different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;We've broken up for a year now. Right now, we're more than acquaintances but less than friends and maybe that's why it feels so strange when I see your name flash on my screen telling me you would like to start a conversation. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy our conversations. Hearing from you always puts a smile on my face. Simple one liners about how your day went. It's nice to know that I crossed your mind but it feels like whenever we do talk, there's a set of rules that we both have to adhere to. It feels like we can only talk about certain things, non-threatening things. We can't talk about our past because it's threatening. It makes me as uncomfortable as it makes you. We can only talk about things like the weather, school, music. I can't and I won't ask you about your girlfriend and you won't ask me anything personal. I feel like I don't have the right to tell you that I'm happy that you've found someone new, that she seems really lovely, with her long silky hair and sweet smile. I feel like I don't want the right to ask you anything personal and I think you feel the same. I remember you used to say that we're similar people and that I always knew what you were thinking. And that's the problem isn't it? Similar people can never get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I censor myself a lot whenever we talk. Like when you told me how stressed out and sleep deprived you are because of your October exam. I wanted to say 'It's so typical of you to frustrate over the little things, things that you don't have to stress our over. You're smart, you'll do perfectly fine.' But instead, all I said was 'take care of yourself.' I guess I did that because I realized that if I could notice that little detail about you, then so can your girlfriend who has been with you for a much longer time than I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;It's not that I'm not over you. I've moved on. We both have. It's just that a small part of me still misses you. Sometimes I find myself wishing that you would call and ask to see me. Nothing dramatic or elaborate - just us meeting up. Just the sound of your voice saying "I'm sorry, I miss you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oka&lt;/span&gt;y I seriously gotta go and get a move on with my assignment that is due tomorrow. Otherwise I'm gonna receive a big fat round eggg. Instead of a trying to get a chopstick and two eggs :D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1610121556696584977?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/1610121556696584977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=1610121556696584977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1610121556696584977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1610121556696584977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-refuse-to-crash-and-burn.html' title='A Small Part Of Me Misses You'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1p2YXoB70pM/Tjpss2T5QmI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/FEMlgVmBlwo/s72-c/SP_A2363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-815456797210134824</id><published>2011-08-02T23:45:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:17:00.566+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I have a major crush on the 28 years old French actress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clémence Poésy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;, best known for her roles in Harry potter and Gossip Girl. Even underneath all that French charm and natural beauty she just seems to be such a down to earth person :) I love her simplicity and honesty. She looked stunning in every outfit they put her in on Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-boKWCKOAkNc/Tjfp140JwqI/AAAAAAAAA_I/qNjrf8XX3ZI/s400/clemence-poesy-blanaid.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636230570670932642" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5MDwp3OGy9s/TjfqWDa0dkI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/KNWCWc3XUV4/s400/Clemence%252BPoesy%252BChanel%252BPhotocall%252BParis%252BFashion%252BmrULq1eSFojl.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636231123273283138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9I72YX9QPo/TjfpQtlAbFI/AAAAAAAAA-o/RJR_XEHeGpk/s400/clemence5.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636229931999456338" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIw-CtjCd0A/Tjfp1rEHrzI/AAAAAAAAA_A/wwxYHXLfB8I/s400/clemencepoesycape.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636230566979809074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NiX17Q4Wuxk/TjfpQHvKe-I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tabHWsj-3sY/s1600/1208-clemence-poesy_653433g.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NiX17Q4Wuxk/TjfpQHvKe-I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tabHWsj-3sY/s400/1208-clemence-poesy_653433g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636229921841511394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_h0CwQzUW4/TjfpQb4nu9I/AAAAAAAAA-g/KKI2yldoX80/s400/Clemence%252BPoesy%252BChanel%252BPhotocall%252BParis%252BFashion%252BcuKD3_n9qeQl.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636229927249886162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-815456797210134824?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/815456797210134824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=815456797210134824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/815456797210134824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/815456797210134824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/08/girl-crush.html' title='Girl Crush'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-boKWCKOAkNc/Tjfp140JwqI/AAAAAAAAA_I/qNjrf8XX3ZI/s72-c/clemence-poesy-blanaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-681862356298541167</id><published>2011-07-31T17:03:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T17:13:52.722+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Is It My Fault!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I had a massive fight with dad. Can't be bothered typing out the whole story. Pretty much, something happened, and he blamed me, and I screamed back. And then he got sooo  mad that when he was dropping me off at Keren's place he nearly crashed into someones car. So he got more angry, and I started crying. Which made him more annoyed. And now, we aren't really talking. Tried to avoid going back home today, spent my time bumming around outside with Zhania and Michelle... though I do realize this isn't going to last forever, I'm not ready to live on the side of the streets yet. Need food. water. shelter. Yeah, I wouldn't mind going home, if I didnt have to argue with him again. Kinda tired. mm Mum says its cuz our personalities are too similar- so, personality clash? is that it? really?! Why am I always the one that has to apoligize to him first. According to them, its always my fault. I'm always the one picking fights. Yeaaaaaaaaa like I have nothing better to do with my life, and i'm so pathetic that I just wanna make my parents angry and hate me. pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just re-read what I just typed out. And dude, I do sound slightly stupid don't I? Gonna go watch mindless crap on youtube to take my mind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-681862356298541167?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/681862356298541167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=681862356298541167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/681862356298541167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/681862356298541167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-is-it-my-fault.html' title='Why Is It My Fault!?'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-7699854143523936857</id><published>2011-07-25T18:55:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:59:01.433+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating Milky Crystals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is SNOWING!!!! :) in chch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh, what a breeze after all the earthquake chaos :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqzJ55KR804/Ti0sfXgHCOI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/NWLzs-OmUtA/s1600/Hayley%2B-2011-%2BSnowy%2BDay%2B3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqzJ55KR804/Ti0sfXgHCOI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/NWLzs-OmUtA/s400/Hayley%2B-2011-%2BSnowy%2BDay%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633207626306619618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pweddie crystals on my hair :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HaaniecAQrQ/Ti0sffqxcVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/E7Osak-5AJg/s1600/Hayley%2B-2011-%2BSnowy%2BDay.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HaaniecAQrQ/Ti0sffqxcVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/E7Osak-5AJg/s400/Hayley%2B-2011-%2BSnowy%2BDay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633207628498825554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whats a happy day without the asian CHEEZE :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toSzQgN9W5c/Ti0sfLEBOYI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_0N2dUzWMac/s1600/Hayley%2B-2011-%2BSnowy%2BDay%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toSzQgN9W5c/Ti0sfLEBOYI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_0N2dUzWMac/s1600/Hayley%2B-2011-%2BSnowy%2BDay%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toSzQgN9W5c/Ti0sfLEBOYI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_0N2dUzWMac/s400/Hayley%2B-2011-%2BSnowy%2BDay%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633207622967572866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snowflake: I IS GOING TO LICK YOOH! ;p because you are FULL OF DELICIOUSNESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its times like these you realize,  Life IS Good after all :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-7699854143523936857?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/7699854143523936857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=7699854143523936857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/7699854143523936857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/7699854143523936857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/07/floating-milky-crystals.html' title='Floating Milky Crystals'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqzJ55KR804/Ti0sfXgHCOI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/NWLzs-OmUtA/s72-c/Hayley%2B-2011-%2BSnowy%2BDay%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8810016710844734524</id><published>2011-07-25T00:12:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:19:15.842+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nivea Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I referred to this song as "the Nivea" song until I realized today it was Rihanna who sang it :) I heart her voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chest to chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Nose to nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Palm to palm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;We were always just that close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Wrist to wrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Toe to toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;So how come when I reach out my finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;It feels like more than distance between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;In this California king bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;We're ten thousand miles apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I been california wishing on these stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;For your heart for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;My Californa king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Eye to eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Cheek to cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;You were sleeping next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;---oohhh next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Arm in arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Dusk to dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;With the curtains drawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;And a little last night on these sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;So how come when I reach out my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;It seems like more than distance between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;In this California king bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;We're ten thousand miles apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I been California wishing on the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;For your heart for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;My Californa King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Just when I felt like giving up on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;You turned around and gave me one last touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;That made everything feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;And even then my eyes got wetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;So confused, when I asked you if you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;But I don't wanna seem so weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Maybe I've been California dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;In this california king bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;We're ten thousand miles apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I bet California wishing on these stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;For your heart for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;My Californa King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;My California King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;In this california king bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;We're ten thousand miles apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I been California wishing on these stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;For your heart for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;My California King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8810016710844734524?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8810016710844734524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8810016710844734524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/07/nivea-song.html' title='The Nivea Song'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-2511074313989800056</id><published>2011-07-23T19:52:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:59:48.478+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;What are you suppose do when you're stressed to the max? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When your heartbeat cannot seem to slow down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;when you're anxious all over not knowing what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; and when all your responsibilities seem to be pressing you down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-2511074313989800056?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/2511074313989800056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=2511074313989800056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2511074313989800056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2511074313989800056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/07/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-5270794199136882872</id><published>2011-07-21T23:27:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:28:36.789+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Of This And That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;First and foremost,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;:DDDD (even though I don't REALLY know how old you are ACTUALLY, cuz you always lie to me- telling me you're 25. May I just gently remind you that you have been 25 for the last 8 years=_=" )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Anywayz. why is it that its only the second week back and I've already lost motivation. I think if my exam results were a tad more better I'd feel more encouraged. I really really really regret taking that calculus paper. Argh. Why did I not listen to my brain! I knew I sucked at calculus. I just didn't know I sucked this bad until NOW. Oh Daddy, you have a PhD in mathematics- why can't you transfer some of that calculus-ness to me :( And, in case you think i'm complaining because I 'Asian failed' ie anything below A's acorrding to facebook group thingy- I'm being serious. I didn't JUST Asian fail. I pretty much scraped a pass. Anyhow, Lectures this semester seems pretty chilled- I don't have any classes before 11am- except Tuesdays- i gotta get up at like 7am for THE MOST EARLIEST LECTURE EVA! The first day our lecturer was like&lt;i&gt; "I think there is a problem with the 12pm Thursday lecture time slot...."&lt;/i&gt; to which i thought " &lt;b&gt;ARE YOU FRIGGIN KIDDING ME????&lt;/b&gt; nuh uh, there aint no problems with 12pm Thursday lecture- there is a problem with the 8AM TUESDAY LECTURE! " =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;aheemm.. so I was bored waiting for my orthodontist appointment... and just randomly camwhored :( &lt;b&gt;*BAD HAYLEY, BAD!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &amp;lt;----- SELF DISCIPLINE &amp;gt;:]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98GuB0mN7e8/TigDTsusxlI/AAAAAAAAA94/VXsRwm2dpNA/s400/SP_A2199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631754970986235474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Continuing on- :) Lectures are sooo dry this semester. No kidding. I got so bored once that I fraped T.P using his Iphone. Because of my 'immature and childish behavior' I have lost the right to use his phone- apparently, according to T.P. I honestly didn't even do much. All I typed was &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I LOVE MY DINO :DD" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;on his status. Everyone loves their Dino- right? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;And I told Timmy that he could dump all his shiz at TP's place including his cars, tv, clothes, everything :))) and i told Lsha that she was a party animal. I wouldn't even call that fraping. Sheez, could have thought of things much worse e.g. changing his relationship status to T.P is in a relationship with Akash :)) Those 2 are quite adorable (but thats a different story, hehe jokes :P) . I feel so left out in accounting :( they both ignore me and go on their internet using their posh phones. And what do I do?? I play 'bob the bunny rabit' using my stupid useless ph which can't go on the internet even if it wanted to. OKAY must stop procrastinating and get back to that assignment which must be handed in like tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Before I leave, I don't know why- but I've been craving this song these days :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;爱转角遇见了谁 是否不让你流泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;爱转角以后的街&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt; 能不能有我来陪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;爱转角遇见了谁 是否不让你流泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;也许陌生到了解&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;让我来当你的谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;我不让爱掉眼泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;不让你掉眼泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;现在永远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;你就是我 就是我的美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Even thought everything is over- I'm glad we can still be friends :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-5270794199136882872?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/5270794199136882872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=5270794199136882872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5270794199136882872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5270794199136882872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='A Little Bit Of This And That'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98GuB0mN7e8/TigDTsusxlI/AAAAAAAAA94/VXsRwm2dpNA/s72-c/SP_A2199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-7578198725943551134</id><published>2011-07-11T23:24:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:53:18.026+12:00</updated><title type='text'>To Believe And To Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mmm I've been thinking about this for quite sometime recently, i'm looking for answers and so far no one has actually been able to give me an answer that im content with. I want to know what does it really mean to be an 'Christian' what does it mean to believe or follow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does it mean reading the bible everyday, praying whenever you can, going to church without fail every week and participate in every Christian organization if you can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does it mean being special, unique and one of a kind? That you're one class higher than the non-believers and that they're ignorant, ungodly and not to be mixed with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does it mean that you're one of the chosen ones to go to heaven, that what you believe in now is the ultimate truth and everyone else who doesn't share the same faith is doomed to hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does it mean obeying every single law stated in the Bible, such as not telling lie, no alcohol drinking and no skirt above the knee or else God's wrath is gonna befall you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does it mean being a soldier in the holy war against the forces of Satan such as abortion and homosexuality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does it mean speaking in tongues and having visions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does it mean being able to argue out why Christianity is the best religion in such a way that even the best debater cannot beat you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does it mean serving God by being like Christ himself, participating in voluntary services and serving those who are poor, underprivileged and old, like how Mother Theressa did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does it mean making the world a better place to live in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Or does it mean being a more humble person, willing to accept one another and loving each and everyone even though they might be different and perhaps even your enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm still searching for answers, but perhaps there is no answer, perhaps everything is just a matter of choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-7578198725943551134?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/7578198725943551134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=7578198725943551134&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/7578198725943551134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/7578198725943551134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-believe-and-to-follow.html' title='To Believe And To Follow'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-570402489784215603</id><published>2011-07-09T10:18:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T10:27:05.618+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alfred Angelo's new Disney bridal collection. Are they not drop dead gorgeous or what!? If I ever get married. I want one (not to be greedy or anything) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0K93se1_Js/TheDfLWhCFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wdurYG4UNJw/s400/snow-white-wedding-gown.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110831069136978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr4i2ixBrIM/TheDe1DW6CI/AAAAAAAAA9A/a--jFITO_gc/s1600/sleeping-beauty-wedding-dress.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr4i2ixBrIM/TheDe1DW6CI/AAAAAAAAA9A/a--jFITO_gc/s1600/sleeping-beauty-wedding-dress.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr4i2ixBrIM/TheDe1DW6CI/AAAAAAAAA9A/a--jFITO_gc/s400/sleeping-beauty-wedding-dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110825083201570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sleeping beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxOaXdsZShU/TheDOl3fSvI/AAAAAAAAA84/yVUUWFhL2f8/s1600/princess-tiana-wedding-gown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxOaXdsZShU/TheDOl3fSvI/AAAAAAAAA84/yVUUWFhL2f8/s1600/princess-tiana-wedding-gown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxOaXdsZShU/TheDOl3fSvI/AAAAAAAAA84/yVUUWFhL2f8/s400/princess-tiana-wedding-gown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110546128980722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Princess Tiana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiDln0yUDTM/TheDN8BuNII/AAAAAAAAA8w/KpcBCqCsQgE/s1600/princess-jasmine-wedding-gown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiDln0yUDTM/TheDN8BuNII/AAAAAAAAA8w/KpcBCqCsQgE/s1600/princess-jasmine-wedding-gown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiDln0yUDTM/TheDN8BuNII/AAAAAAAAA8w/KpcBCqCsQgE/s400/princess-jasmine-wedding-gown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110534897611906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Princess Jasmine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pkYETV161AQ/TheDNsFp9oI/AAAAAAAAA8o/UowYXIkK9cQ/s1600/cinderella-wedding-gown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pkYETV161AQ/TheDNsFp9oI/AAAAAAAAA8o/UowYXIkK9cQ/s1600/cinderella-wedding-gown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pkYETV161AQ/TheDNsFp9oI/AAAAAAAAA8o/UowYXIkK9cQ/s400/cinderella-wedding-gown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110530619143810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinderella &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuKDz3DWixo/TheDNbP-n-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/MTmFz72NBLM/s1600/belle-princess-disney-gown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuKDz3DWixo/TheDNbP-n-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/MTmFz72NBLM/s1600/belle-princess-disney-gown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuKDz3DWixo/TheDNbP-n-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/MTmFz72NBLM/s400/belle-princess-disney-gown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110526099038178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvWHGEzjnKI/TheDNcJWJ6I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/sKte4Puwrpg/s1600/ariel-disney-wedding-dress.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvWHGEzjnKI/TheDNcJWJ6I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/sKte4Puwrpg/s400/ariel-disney-wedding-dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110526339655586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ariel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-570402489784215603?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/570402489784215603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=570402489784215603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/570402489784215603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/570402489784215603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreams-come-true.html' title='Dreams Come True'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0K93se1_Js/TheDfLWhCFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wdurYG4UNJw/s72-c/snow-white-wedding-gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1761544646428487013</id><published>2011-07-07T09:31:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:35:03.237+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOTHER, FRIENDS, REST OF PLANET EARTH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLS STOP FEEDING ME THE FOLLOWING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SEAFOOD!!!!! [ANY SORTS]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BRUSSELS SPROUTS &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BROCCOLI &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CELERY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DATES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ASIAN FUNGI &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WALNUTS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BRAZILIAN NUTS &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KIWI FRUIT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PEAR!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE ALL OF THEM WITH A PASSION!!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I eat any more of the above, my brain will cease to function. &amp;gt;:[&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1761544646428487013?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/1761544646428487013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=1761544646428487013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1761544646428487013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1761544646428487013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/07/top-ten.html' title='Top Ten'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-738276973297569059</id><published>2011-06-27T00:36:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:52:46.327+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Called Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kinda slightly pissed of right now, so im just going to write this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lets put it this way, I think im a pretty reasonable person, maybe not ALL the time, but most of the time i try to put myself in other people's position and attempt to see the situation in from their perspective. I can put up with most things, despite my complaints- but eventually, i'll build a bridge and get over it. HOWEVER. there are exceptions, i can not, AND WILL NOT ignore people talking about me behind my backs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Such as 'digging' out "information" about me from other people i.e. gossiping. If you want to know something, seriously, just friggin ask, im not going to bite your head of. I'd rather you just approach me and ask me than talk among st yourself about me. Put it this way, DO YOU REALLY SERIOUSLY THINK UR GOING TO FIND OUT ANY TRUTH IF I FIND OUT YOU'VE BEEN talking about crap behind my back in an attempt to find out whats going on?!???! Dude, you're not a detective, if i wanted someone to dig up information about me, I'D GO AND JUST EMPLOY A FIRGGIN DETECTIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Btw, heres a thought, IF you don't know whats going on because I didn't tell you, perhaps THERE IS A REASON TO IT??? duhhhhh. such as I don't feel like Im close enough with you to share everything about me with you!!  I don't think it takes a genius to figure that out. AND PLUS, why the heck would you even want to know everything about me anywayz, my life is not even that interesting. Honestly, im flattered that you guys would care enough about me to talk about me behind my back, but that just shows how pathetic your own life is, you have to talk about someone else to add more 'colours' into your life. ughh- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;grow up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-738276973297569059?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/738276973297569059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=738276973297569059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/738276973297569059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/738276973297569059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-called-honesty.html' title='Its Called Honesty'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-24189263723320955</id><published>2011-06-25T11:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T11:22:03.427+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Next To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EEuQU6a90Pc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-24189263723320955?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/24189263723320955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/24189263723320955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/next-to-you.html' title='Next To You'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EEuQU6a90Pc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-4554296993318220771</id><published>2011-06-24T23:26:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:36:50.164+12:00</updated><title type='text'>With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(27, 27, 27); line-height: 23px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; I love you not because of who you are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(27, 27, 27); line-height: 21px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;but because of who I am when I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(27, 27, 27); line-height: 21px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(27, 27, 27); line-height: 21px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXX_3pI4tak/TgR2PCzZLiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/u4vA_ioZFiI/s400/tumblr_l68kn1nwal1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621748235687767586" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(27, 27, 27); line-height: 21px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-4554296993318220771?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4554296993318220771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4554296993318220771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/with-you.html' title='With You'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXX_3pI4tak/TgR2PCzZLiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/u4vA_ioZFiI/s72-c/tumblr_l68kn1nwal1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6666029879933956659</id><published>2011-06-24T02:54:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T03:04:31.138+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Point Is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone told me quite recently that they think i've turned quite cold and heartless. At the time, i didn't really know how to take it. Didn't know whether to be angry, sad or annoyed. After sleeping on this for a couple of nights, i have decided my response to that person's statement is: SO? Big deal, and what do you want me to do about it!? Go talk to someone else, its not like I like you anyway. In fact, I find you, your voice, your personality extremely irritating (maybe thats a bit harsh).  Best that we stay away from each other don't you agree? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So pretty much I'll be nice to who ever I want, talk to who ever I want, act how ever I please, do what ever I like. I don't like being restricted, don't like being told what to do, not going to really listen, even if I act like i'm listening in front of you; inside my brain i'm really saying "yeah yeah blah blah blahhhh!" Call it faking if you want. Either way, in the future- just seriously MYOB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6666029879933956659?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/6666029879933956659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=6666029879933956659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6666029879933956659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6666029879933956659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/your-point-is.html' title='Your Point Is?'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8675260578526223780</id><published>2011-06-22T01:59:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:48:32.463+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIRST: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN JEN MANNN!! :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU ARE OFFICIALLY 1 YEAR AWAY FROM TURNING INTO AN OLD SAGGY GRAY HAIRED JUSTIN BIEBER FAN &amp;gt;:/ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh* I miss that blob of poo :( I wish she was here so she can stress out about exams and quakes with me :D muwhahah aint I selfish?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yes, today at 11pm another quake hit chch- UGH more after shocks, more headaches, for complaints, more stressing out.Tbh, i really DONT ACTUAL CARE about the quakes anymore, its kinda just part of my daily plans, so now instead of being like OMGA OMGA OMGA QUAKES QUAKES QUAKES, im more like *look around* mehn- *shrugs* I know this probably the wrong attitude to have, i should technically care more, but i think im at the point where im so fed up with this whole earthquake business that i just DONT GIVE A CRAP ANYMORE. AND. i think the stupid media should stop fussing over it, MOVE ON, get better news, and stop making Christchurch sound like a hell hole, so no one would wanna come and live here. P-OFF MEDIA. &amp;amp;#*#*#&amp;amp;#&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anywhos, yesterday night I HAD THE FREAKING WEIRDEST DREAM EVER, its actually horridly embarrassing, hence i am not going to tell the entire world. But yeah, so, that dream led to me thinking about something, which led to me thinking about something else, which made me think more about something else that happened recently- SO HENCE after all that twiddle munddle, i have arrived at this: &amp;gt;:D sometimes maybe people around you realize things that takes you years and years to notice, and sometimes, maybe you already know something but ur brain just hasn't registered or processed the information yet for you to know that you know it??? (WOW, THAT MADE NOOO SENSE =_=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm actually really scared of saying this, which is why i don't have the guts to tell it to that person's face, perhaps i will one day, but for now i just wanna say- Dear person :P , thank you for being there for me, thank you for sticking by me through all this time, thank you for your care and support. I know you don't need me to tell you this, but you are an amazing person :) and everyone knows you are amazing. In fact, i didn't actually realize how kind and generous you were until recently. you know what? i actually didn't realize A LOT of stuff until recently, and one of them include that i might xxxx xxxxxxxx xxx xxx :) Everyone around me already knew, it just took me some time to figure things out, but im glad i did. &amp;gt;:] So thank you for always being honest to me, for sticking up for me, for comforting me, for understanding me, for telling me constantly how retarded I am, and for telling me how stupid i am :) Tbh, right now, I just can't imagine my life with out you (and MANY OTHER SPECIAL PEOPLE, BUT your on the list- SO BE HAPPY &amp;gt;:[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_orphl7sFc/TgClD9rpZzI/AAAAAAAAA8A/2cuyfnpfa4U/s1600/tumblr_l7mgtjCvUk1qbg25fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_orphl7sFc/TgClD9rpZzI/AAAAAAAAA8A/2cuyfnpfa4U/s400/tumblr_l7mgtjCvUk1qbg25fo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620673822474200882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8675260578526223780?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8675260578526223780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8675260578526223780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8675260578526223780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8675260578526223780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_orphl7sFc/TgClD9rpZzI/AAAAAAAAA8A/2cuyfnpfa4U/s72-c/tumblr_l7mgtjCvUk1qbg25fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1019350501556853077</id><published>2011-06-20T18:02:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:04:00.059+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a_YR4dKArgo?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta admit, this song is pretty darn catchy =_=&lt;br /&gt;GARGH. How is it that when she pronounces "naturally" it sounds so niceeeee *drools* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1019350501556853077?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1019350501556853077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1019350501556853077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/selena-gomez-scene-naturally.html' title='Naturally'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a_YR4dKArgo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-6031570895013197978</id><published>2011-06-18T16:28:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:32:11.909+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Marketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now THIS is what I call marketing :D  LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: you probably will understand the later bit a tad better if you're taking economics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" - '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s Direct Marketing&lt;/span&gt;’ &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. You’re at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He’s very rich. Marry him." - '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s Advertising&lt;/span&gt;’ &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day, you call and say: "Hi, I’m very rich. Marry me" - '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s Telemarketing&lt;/span&gt;’ &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. You’re at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you open the door (of the car) for her, pick up her bag after she drop sit, offer her ride and then say: "By the way, I’m rich. Will you Marry Me?" - '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s Public Relations&lt;/span&gt;’ &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. You’re at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says: "You are very rich! Can you marry! Me? - '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s Brand Recognition&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" ‘She gives you a nice hard slap on your face. - ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s Customer Feedback&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!"And she introduces you to her husband. - '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s demand and supply gap&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say anything, another person come and tell her: "I’m rich. Will you marry me?" and she goes with him- ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s competition eating into your market share&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say: "I’m rich, Marry me!" your wife arrives. - ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s restriction for entering new markets&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-6031570895013197978?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/6031570895013197978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=6031570895013197978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6031570895013197978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/6031570895013197978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/real-marketing.html' title='Real Marketing'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-3016521995998426803</id><published>2011-06-17T17:47:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:22:45.875+12:00</updated><title type='text'>This Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Katy Perry copied Rebecca Black and sang a song called Last Friday Night, so i thought i'd copy her and make this blog title "this friday night" =) so original EH? Well too bad if you disagree, i'm running out of Blog titles =_=. In any case, it is a Friday after all so mehnenene. Today I tried to wake up early in the morning and go to this revision session thingy, but yeahh it didnt happen, and i showed up REALLY late, when the lecturer was wrapping up things already. UGH &amp;gt;:[ So here i am still not understanding endowments and slutzky equations. SIGH. oh dear god, please help me understand the freaking thing!!! T____T I really really don't understand this course, AT ALL. I need help! HELP ME SOMEONE!!! PLS PLS PLS!!!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got the news today that some of my exams isn't actually cancelled, turns out the timetable was wrong, and exams are back on. which is fine by me, just means more all nighters. GAH. T_T The other two exams have been cancelled due to the earthquake so this means that the courses will use our mid year exams as our overall grade. WHICH SUCKS, cuz i didn't know that was the case at the time (obviously) so i did super crappy in those. I was like "RIGHT, IM GONNA SIT DOWN AND UNDERSTAND THIS AND DO WELL IN MY END OF SEMESTER EXAMS" which, clearly aint gonna happen. SO ARGH. kinda annoyed. But yes, i appreciate the fact that the university is struggling a lot, and can't make everyone happy. so i'll just deal with it. Sigh I should STOP being so lazy and start getting some work done, AND YES, i am one of the students that the lecturer was talking about who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"opted to put their eggs into the final exam basket..."  T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Super tired today cuz i walked all the way back from the mall with Shauny. Yeah yeah I know, i'm really unfit, but oh well. its during exam period gimme a break, i can be a lazy piggy :) On the way back, we bumped into Josh, well actually, Josh "bumped" into us- i mean seriously, HE ACTUALLY BUMPED into us on his bike XD LOL and then I saw Anthony, who was heading to work. Sigh, i feel so lazy, being unemployed and all, I should really get a job and stop living off my parents. But but how am i suppose to find a job, when i've got no degree, no nothing, and there are so many people out there lining up for jobs when they're super qualified. *depressed* :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shauny says i get depressed, and pissed, and angry, and annoyed and sad too often, well i can't help it. well i can help it, but i don't wanna help it. I may be a very horrid person, but im not as horrible as what this girl did to her precious cat :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84L9nbqnou8/Tfrv-8bjaKI/AAAAAAAAA7o/dmqq1GTV62w/s400/pokemon-cat1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619067349750737058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:P Anywayz, today mummy went back to my old house to see how everything is after the quake, and oh my goodness, apparently there is a massive crack through the ceiling and the back garden is screwed up cuz of liquefaction. argh. pretty sure it wasn't due to this quake, prob cuz of all the after shocks damage building up. T_T. Okay I am going to go now, and eat dinner, and sleep and grow fat :) Bye Bye readers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S today is Browny's birthday, so wish him a happy birthday! ISN'T HE JUST ADORABLE?!?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBagVjie9p4/TfrtbEAjBmI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/QGXiouxtjWI/s400/SP_A2124.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 176px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619064534286403170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEE. WITHOUT BROWNY, my self photo even looks weird. :( sigh, I LOVE YOU BROWNY. (don't ask me why i named him Browny =_= it was the first thing that came to my mind. THERE, you didn't even have to ask, i told you &amp;gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAZTYGbykYQ/TfrtaxHL7rI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/DHzAe2d9E3k/s400/SP_A2090.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 224px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619064529213976242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-3016521995998426803?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/3016521995998426803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=3016521995998426803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3016521995998426803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3016521995998426803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-friday-night.html' title='This Friday Night'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84L9nbqnou8/Tfrv-8bjaKI/AAAAAAAAA7o/dmqq1GTV62w/s72-c/pokemon-cat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-3133466249812989337</id><published>2011-06-14T18:41:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:50:09.773+12:00</updated><title type='text'>DO Not tell me to calm down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FAR OUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FREAKING EARTHQUAKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SO TIRED AND SICK OF IT. IF THIS CONTINUES, NO ONE IS GOING TO WANT TO LIVE AT CHRISTCHURCH ANYMORE!!!!  GAHHH ITS SCREWING UP MY SCHEDULE. NOW I CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON MY EXAMS WHICH ARE LIKE THIS WEEK!! WDF. HOW THE HECK AM I SUPPOSE TO STUDY WHEN THERE ARE AFTER SHOCKS EVERY FREAKING DAY. FEELS LIKE IM ON A  BOAT. IM GETTING ALL DIZZY. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YOU KNOW WAT, NOW IM GOING TO SCREW UP MY EXAMS CUZ OF THIS. I JUST KNOW IT. NOTHING IS GOING INTO MY BRAIN. I FEEL LIKE DRILLING A HOLE THROUGH MY BRAIN AND POURING IN INFORMATION. *tears hair out* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-3133466249812989337?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/3133466249812989337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=3133466249812989337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3133466249812989337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/3133466249812989337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/at-point-of-snapping.html' title='DO Not tell me to calm down'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-4763244630161167610</id><published>2011-06-11T01:03:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T01:13:23.956+12:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaJ2g97wdZg/TfIXmU4zkpI/AAAAAAAAA7I/J-rZxi6oe5s/s1600/c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaJ2g97wdZg/TfIXmU4zkpI/AAAAAAAAA7I/J-rZxi6oe5s/s400/c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616577632493867666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You gotta * click on the image to enlarge* then you see the funny side :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YEAHhhhhh... this is why i hate multiple choice questions. i always get it wrong. ugh. they are a pain in the butt. just got my accounting test results back. totally screwed it. DARN YOU MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTIONS!!! WHY YOU SO HARD!!!!! WHY YOU NO GO GET A LIFE AND BE EASIER!!!!! &amp;gt;:[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm_zUEV8twM/TfIWSdBMS5I/AAAAAAAAA7A/w-G2Dvh5pwo/s1600/curvygraph.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm_zUEV8twM/TfIWSdBMS5I/AAAAAAAAA7A/w-G2Dvh5pwo/s400/curvygraph.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616576191567514514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL WHAT THE FREAK?!?!? AHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROFL AT " A RATHER AESTHETICALLY PLEASING SLOPE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; PERSON. YOU ARE A LEGEND!!! &amp;gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-4763244630161167610?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/4763244630161167610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=4763244630161167610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4763244630161167610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4763244630161167610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/explain-to-me.html' title='LAWL'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaJ2g97wdZg/TfIXmU4zkpI/AAAAAAAAA7I/J-rZxi6oe5s/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-736890998137423277</id><published>2011-06-09T19:23:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:36:58.915+12:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SERIOUSLY. CAN GIRLS STOP TALKING AND FAKING IN THAT CUTE-ZY VOICE?!?!? ITS REALLY ANNOYING ME. Its sooo in your face that even on the internet i can imagine that EWW tone. What the heck is this on his blog?!?!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(107, 105, 108); font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;似乎发现我上的时候~你不上~你上的时候~我不上~那还是发短信问你咯 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Followed by a sad crying face emotion like this T^T except not like that, ITS WORSE, that emotion icon thing moves! and its like blinking big massive eyes with tears streaming down its face. WHAT THE FREAK?!??!?!?!?! WHATS UP WITH THE SQUIGGLY LINES?!?!?!?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ARGH THAT GIRL. &amp;lt;--*BASH* &amp;gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-736890998137423277?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/736890998137423277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=736890998137423277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/736890998137423277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/736890998137423277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-this.html' title='What is this?'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-5601710350271136417</id><published>2011-06-06T23:46:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:49:09.612+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OV2TL67Oz5o/Tey-VqrVMDI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/g_kIDm-kD_Y/s1600/useless.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OV2TL67Oz5o/Tey-VqrVMDI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/g_kIDm-kD_Y/s400/useless.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615072114866729010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-5601710350271136417?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/5601710350271136417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=5601710350271136417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5601710350271136417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5601710350271136417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/useless.html' title='Useless'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OV2TL67Oz5o/Tey-VqrVMDI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/g_kIDm-kD_Y/s72-c/useless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-80967634409267387</id><published>2011-06-04T00:51:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:39:10.217+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me start this post off with a lil rant :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[If you don't wanna read, well too bad! &amp;gt;:] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I encountered one of the most embarrassing-est moment of my entire life. Today before my accounting exam I realized i had my cellphone still with me, so i went to the front of the room searching for my bag- and couldn't find it (while everyone in the lecture theater was glaring at me) and as if that wasn't bad enough, after the exam i realized i left my student ID card at home, so i had to sit behind, getting told off by my lecturer, and then as i was walking out of the room i heard someone calling behind me, i turned around and it was my lecturer, he was like did you forget something? turns out that as if all the before crap wasn't humiliating enough, i dropped my cellphone back in the room, so he had to chace after me to retrun it. GAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHY AM I SO EMBARRASING. AND RETARDED AND PATHETIC? WHY CAN'T I ACT MORE LIKE A UNI STUDENT AND HAVE BETTER ORGANISATION SKILL??!??!? you know what?! Nancy should totally be my role model :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anywayz the accounting exam was also SUPER HARD, its so bad that i feel as if the time i spent revising for it was a waste of my time. what is the point! you study for something to do well, but the questions were so out of wack that i spent the whole time wondering what the question even wanted me to do! AND AND my stomach was RUMBBLING THROUGH OUT THE EXAM!!! oh my goodness! i felt like punching it and throwing a bean bag at it! it would not SHUT UP. T_T FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR IT WAS SCREAMING: FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOOD FOOOD!!! So once i got home, i finished half a pizza to myself. MUWAHAHAHAH &amp;gt;:D I RULE! Sigh. Im gonna miss accounting. it was the "funnest" subject this semester [just goes to show how "fun" my courses really are eh? :(   ] I'm gonna miss my awesome accounting buddies. One of the highlight was definitely when we drew pictures of Kat with blobs of poo on her head. HAHHAHA YOU SEE THE POOP WITH munted flies circling her head? HEHEH its awesome! she loves it :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTTlMAlDmjk/TejebJQCIAI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/2tem6gGhcxs/s400/SP_A1870.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 336px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613981493438324738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just before, i went to see Pirates of the Caribbean 4 with Zhe Nicola and Alex. Before the movie started, Alex rocked up with a cup of starbucks coffee. WHICH MADE ME GO LIKE THIS D: so then i dragged everyone to get starbucks cuz i wanted it :) but im pretty sure INSIDE they were all craving for it too &amp;gt;:D. THE MOVIE WAS AWESOME. I liked it :) though maybe having orlando bloom in it would be nice. I esp loved the mermaid parts!!!!! Nicola and I were like squeeling during those scenes. MERMAIDS ARE SOOO HOT, AND AWESOME AND PRETTY. i wish i was a mermaid :( Zhe and Alex said the mermaids were hot but their fishy tails are creepy =____= DUHHH GUYS- if they didnt have fishy tails they wouldnt be mermaids anymore would they. AND i realized GEMMA WARD was one of the main mermaids!!! SHE IS TOO BEAUTIFUL, and her voice is so soothing! even Alex admitted she was pretty hot :) Though Phenlaope Cruz (or how ever you spell her name) SHE ANNOYED ME! her accent was a little bit off putting, but also that she was trying to be SEXY IN LIKE EVERY FREAKING SCENE- with her pouting lips and big boobs and blah blah blah. In the beginning its like, cool awesome that girl sure has confidence, then its like yeah okay thats nice- moving on, and then its like O.M.G can we pls just move past the butt sticking out thing! &amp;gt;:[ The movie was quite long, but STILL- GO WATCH IT- JUST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CUZ&lt;/span&gt; JOHNNY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DEPP&lt;/span&gt; IS AWESOME AND AMAZING AND SO TALENTED. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; off to bed now :) i gotta say, this must be one of the most lengthy post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; updated this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aren'tcha&lt;/span&gt; proud of me!??!?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, I cut my hair AGAIN! [BELOW PHOTO] :D &amp;lt;---notice this time i have a smiling face, not a sad face. I think once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; used to short hair, i cant stop cutting! its weird!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; i should stop, but right now, i like it above my shoulder- its way way way way way easier to manage. PLUS i no longer go through a bottle of shampoo and conditioner in a week- WHICH IS A GOOD THING :p cuz mummy was always like *rage face* "WHY IS IT THAT EVERTIME I SHOWER, WE ARE OUT OF EITHER SHAMPOO OR CONDITIONER!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWuTdsjv3HA/TejbHC-yD7I/AAAAAAAAA6I/lUrS-d00664/s400/SP_A2029.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 336px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613977849623089074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-80967634409267387?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/80967634409267387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=80967634409267387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/80967634409267387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/80967634409267387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/06/typical-me.html' title='Typical Me'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTTlMAlDmjk/TejebJQCIAI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/2tem6gGhcxs/s72-c/SP_A1870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-367627539200523044</id><published>2011-05-27T22:17:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T22:26:09.412+12:00</updated><title type='text'>爱就爱</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;爱就爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;多么喜欢呆住被你抱着 呵护&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;多么开心漫步为你狂舞&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;多么盼望能别再为你而哭&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;反覆习惯着你善变的温度&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;也许是我愿意这么让你摆布&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;或许是我这样 让你糊涂&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;可惜 原来我比起你更糊涂&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;宁愿为你把我自己也辜负&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;爱就爱了 爱了 爱你的全部&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;不论可爱 可恶 爱就是全部&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;爱的盲目 辛苦 只要你幸福&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;你能幸福 是否 我真能满足&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoaAmRZ_INY/Td97Hj38iqI/AAAAAAAAA58/SfKSElNqfTM/s400/tumblr_l2wyxxgMqc1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611339030546123426" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;我爱就爱了 爱了 爱你的全部&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;爱就爱了 爱了 爱你的全部&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;我的可爱 可恶 你是否在乎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;谁不贪图 谁不 求回报付出&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;多麼渴望 你也顽固 爱我的全部&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;当然是我决定毫无条件爱你&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;当然是我选择 用尽心力&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;当然你也可以继续爱自己&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;能不能至少别打击我的心&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;难道这样爱你即使不曾谈起&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;你也感到压力所以抗拒&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;我能装作毫不在意走下去&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;你是否能装作在意不放弃&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;If you never liked that person, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;but everyone around you kept teasing you about them, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; display: block; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 10px; text-decoration: none; list-style-type: none; "&gt;does it make you like them more and more? I don't understand...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-367627539200523044?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/367627539200523044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=367627539200523044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/367627539200523044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/367627539200523044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='爱就爱'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoaAmRZ_INY/Td97Hj38iqI/AAAAAAAAA58/SfKSElNqfTM/s72-c/tumblr_l2wyxxgMqc1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8361809553919659762</id><published>2011-05-21T22:55:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:03:14.620+12:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is This World Coming To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday at accounting and taxation, I learnt that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THERE USED TO BE A TAX ON - &lt;b&gt;FAT PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M SERIOUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND. GUESS WHAT THEY CALLED IT?- FAT TAX! PWAHAHHAAA- How original! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When our lecturer told us i was like O-M-G NO FREAKING WAY D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but its true. Gahahah Planet earth is awesome :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8361809553919659762?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8361809553919659762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8361809553919659762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8361809553919659762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8361809553919659762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-this-world-coming-to.html' title='What Is This World Coming To'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-4026422193409076613</id><published>2011-05-19T22:05:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:38:00.683+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH GODNESS. *face palm* today i realized I HATE INTERGRATION. my life is officially over. I am officially heading towards failure. Gr. this sucks cuz i didn't even do anything wrong. T_T Its not my fault i'm not talented at calculus. Its not my fault i'm slow, and thick =_=. Mehn, im still glad i got all the term tests out of the way :) Anywayz, today i bunked my tutorial to go to the mall and HANGGG &amp;gt;:) hehe actually i've never been to a single accounting tutorial so far :( which is probably really bad. Sigh hope i don't screw up... i probably think i should go soon and stop being a bum. *&amp;amp;$#* blame it on the earthquake :( it ruined my plans. GAAAA, EARTHQUAKE, WHY YOU SO MEAN TO MEEEEE!!! WHY YOU NO BE NICER TO MEEEE!!!! I have soo many pimples on my face due to stress T_T Its depressing looking at my face every day, thats why i haven't cam whored recently, but good news, the pimples are SLOWLY dying down :D YUPPIEE!! SEE!! SEE!! SEE!! YOU SEEE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWBRsdOEL7E/TdTrhNJIFwI/AAAAAAAAA50/I5vvoSc4yOU/s400/SP_A1907.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608366391679260418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GUESS WHAT. PIRATE OF THE CARIBBEAN IS OUT! WHOOP WHOOP!! I'm super excited! omg omg its gonna be awesome. Yeah yeah i know super hunky sexy Orlando Bloom isn't gonna be in it no more, but hey, he's got a beautiful baby now so fair enough. You can't except him to do EVERYTHING. :) and as for Keira Knightley- WHO CARES! I never liked her much with her fake boobs and see through dress &amp;gt;:( ITS ICKY. JOHNNY DEPP ITS GOING TO BE AWESOME =) JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH AND I FORGOT TO ANNOUNCE: I have a new laptop!!!!!!!!! yuppiee yuppie!!! mummy and daddy brought me a new toshiba laptop. YAY YAY YAY i like i like i like. I love it, its so cute! its all blue and pweddie. :) they said they wanted to get me a mac but i didnt want it, cuz macs are stupid they're not compatible with anything, they're always in their own little world. macs are probably pweddier, but they're awful to use, the buttons never press properly, the mouses are too sliperry. blah. EITHER WAY THEY ARE JUST HORRIBLE. THE END. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;btw, i saw something on tv the other day that cracked me up. Phil Goff- the nz labour party leader made the most HILARIOUS comment EVER in the entire nz political history. This journalist asked him what his view was when Osama Binladin got killed- to which he replied with this serious face " I HAVE ZERO TOLERANCE FOR TERRORISM" &amp;lt;-- LOL!!! It sounds like some stupid thing a school teacher would say about bullying . I HAVE ZERO TOLERANCE FOR BULLYING *TUT TUT* &amp;gt;:( AHAHAHAH. Phil Goff, sigh, you are a legend!! :) too bad you're gonna lose this election for sure. Its okay, there is always a next time- NOT.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-4026422193409076613?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/4026422193409076613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=4026422193409076613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4026422193409076613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4026422193409076613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/05/alert.html' title='Alert'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWBRsdOEL7E/TdTrhNJIFwI/AAAAAAAAA50/I5vvoSc4yOU/s72-c/SP_A1907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-2059650078601499605</id><published>2011-05-15T02:14:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T02:29:22.285+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Duffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today Alex and Nick went SHOPPING :) they both brought some really really NICE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Lingerie from Bras and Things, Im telling you, it was super pweddie, like all lacy and everything &amp;gt;:] Gahhh if only I have their wonderful taste in Lingerie :(  LO, dw im only joking, they didn't ACTUALLY do that, if they did, i think i would seize to be friends with them =.= We actually went to the movies together, GUESS WHAT WE WATCHED?? SOURCE CODE!!! Its pretty cool, but the ending KILLED THE MOVIE. it was too sappy for my liking. Chick flicks are allowed to be gay and sappy, but not science fiction stuff. &amp;gt;:[ but i gotta say, Taylor Swift's ex boyfriend, Jake something something, HE LOOKED HOT *dribble dirbble* THAT BOY HAS ABS :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;After the movie we went looking around for stuff, and O-M-GII i am in love with Duffle coats &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;" they are soo adorable!!!! Look at Taylor Swift wearing them!!! aren't they sooo KYOOOTT???!?!? No? okay you're a loser. go away. pfft &amp;gt;:( TAYLOR SWIFT looks less like a hedgehog wearing that duffle coat, without it, shes back to being a hedgehog. SEE HOW MUCH OF A CHANGE A COAT CAN MAKE????!? &amp;gt;:D Apparently that coat she's wearing is from Topshop, Eva says Topshop is awesome, grrrrr just cuz shes super $$$$$$ and im not T_T no fair. She even gets her Topshop stuff shipped over from UK. I THINK im just gonna go into a little corner and kick myself :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPst_h0Rzf4/Tc6OQXxTSZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/lgjt8M9ja-E/s400/TAYLOR-SWIFT-REX_1770630a.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606574998032697746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BTW. Today i asked Alex and Nick this question, ( i actually asked Alex ages ago, I THOUGHT HE'D CHANGE HIS MIND- BUT-NO.) I asked them, IF i went really really fat would they still be my friend?? both said yes. Alex was sweet and said ofcourse :DDD BUT. THEN. I asked them, what IF i was REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY FAT- ANNNNDDDDDDDDD I WORE A MINI MINI SKIRT??? &amp;gt;:P both of them said NO. T_T Alex was horrid and said he would stop walking next to me :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HA. I BET THATS WHY HE GOT THE 45 DOLLAR PARKING TICKET TODAY &amp;gt;:D cuz he was mean to me heheheh. Just Jokes, I actually hope he can get it taken off him, cuz he only exceeded the time limit by a tad, and plus, its in Ricarton mall, no one parks there after 4pm anyway so i think the parking-watching people should get a life and go find something better to do rather than fine people all the time- NOT COOL! &amp;gt;:[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-2059650078601499605?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/2059650078601499605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=2059650078601499605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2059650078601499605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2059650078601499605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/05/duffle.html' title='Duffle'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPst_h0Rzf4/Tc6OQXxTSZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/lgjt8M9ja-E/s72-c/TAYLOR-SWIFT-REX_1770630a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-4911825952759632023</id><published>2011-05-08T22:42:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:44:45.762+12:00</updated><title type='text'>They Lived Happily Ever After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8S4nki_of4/TcZz7gBVMvI/AAAAAAAAA5k/qmnvAHoVPNo/s1600/221728_220117897998713_173327552677748_933066_4571803_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8S4nki_of4/TcZz7gBVMvI/AAAAAAAAA5k/qmnvAHoVPNo/s400/221728_220117897998713_173327552677748_933066_4571803_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604294252354155250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAHHAHAHAHAH. Now THAT, cracked me up XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-4911825952759632023?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/4911825952759632023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=4911825952759632023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4911825952759632023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/4911825952759632023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/05/they-lived-happily-ever-after.html' title='They Lived Happily Ever After'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8S4nki_of4/TcZz7gBVMvI/AAAAAAAAA5k/qmnvAHoVPNo/s72-c/221728_220117897998713_173327552677748_933066_4571803_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-5261360705929200537</id><published>2011-05-03T17:17:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:17:32.743+12:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Way You Left Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's funny how when someone says they love you, you can't really feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; "&gt;But when they say they don't love you anymore, you can feel every ounce of what was drain out of your entire being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not pretending,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;No happy ending.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like it's forever,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;We live the rest of our life,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;But not together.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;-Happy Ending (Mika)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wde5hSez_I/Tb-M3oMtuFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/nAyTVDs78FM/s400/tumblr_la0s70lD7Y1qc0dfno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602351348783626322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I hate the feeling when you know you are about to cry. Your lips quiver, your heart pounds, your eyes stings. Your face clenches up, and then, the tears start to fall. You can not stop them, no matter how hard you try, And its not little tears that slide down your cheeks, its big tears that make your eyes red and puffy, your face tear-stained and your body heave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You can not stop the tears, and as you lie on your bed alone, you think of what could you have possibly done to stop the pain. But there is nothing you can do, nothing anyone can say. It is the kind of tears and pain that need to be cried out, not talked out. And you know that you're hurting people you love, but you can't help it. And sometimes, you just don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-5261360705929200537?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/5261360705929200537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=5261360705929200537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5261360705929200537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/5261360705929200537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-way-you-left-me.html' title='This Is The Way You Left Me'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wde5hSez_I/Tb-M3oMtuFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/nAyTVDs78FM/s72-c/tumblr_la0s70lD7Y1qc0dfno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-1038457278257738742</id><published>2011-04-27T14:12:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:30:57.507+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Want An Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;what would you do if the only one who can make you stop crying is the one who made you cry? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't wanna fall out&lt;br /&gt;But we're all out of time&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;In one day&lt;br /&gt;No way you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is running on empty&lt;br /&gt;One more day and then we go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the time goes on now&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;We'll be home tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But a thousand miles too far away&lt;br /&gt;Say you won't forget and i'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;At least tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and me and honestly&lt;br /&gt;That's everything i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the countdown&lt;br /&gt;'Till the day we're not around&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;And you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And we're on with our lives&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days turn to hours&lt;br /&gt;And it's just a moment before they go&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to say goodbye cause&lt;br /&gt;What's after that&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But how's the years past us&lt;br /&gt;If we lose track or lose the fight&lt;br /&gt;I will search for ever to find the way back to you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Where it's just you and me and honestly&lt;br /&gt;That's everything i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say "See ya, later"&lt;br /&gt;But I know there's no way&lt;br /&gt;Arounds here a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;And every until next time&lt;br /&gt;Feels like one back punch line&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LMZ7M278Do/Tbd_l6kTTbI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hrzT3yV5_ts/s400/tumblr_l20nzsTyl31qzfya1o1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600084951011904946" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I no longer believe in the idea of soul mates, or, love at first sight. I am beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who is exactly right for you. Not because he is perfect, or because you are, but because your combined flaws were arranged in such a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-1038457278257738742?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/1038457278257738742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=1038457278257738742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1038457278257738742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/1038457278257738742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-want-ending.html' title='Don&apos;t Want An Ending'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LMZ7M278Do/Tbd_l6kTTbI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hrzT3yV5_ts/s72-c/tumblr_l20nzsTyl31qzfya1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-2297903630410395085</id><published>2011-04-26T02:46:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T03:00:48.920+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The French Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-9akz_KqyM/TbWLZIgF52I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ANRlKjFC98Q/s1600/DSC04164.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-9akz_KqyM/TbWLZIgF52I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ANRlKjFC98Q/s400/DSC04164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599534975600158562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DID YOU KNOW CHCH HAS A FRENCH SHOP!? o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look what I discovered &amp;gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only reason that I care about that shop a tad is cuz I have this sudden fascination to learn French! LOL  Gahahaha epic fail man Hayley, Iam so not dedicated enough to learn a language. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;"  But it seems like everyone is learning a language these days, Keren is learning Jap, Alex- Chinese, Lucy, Ivy etc THEY'RE ALL DOING LANGUAGES. what about me?!? *sniff sniff* mhnnn forget it == my scehdule is full enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For now google translator will have to do :DDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-2297903630410395085?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/2297903630410395085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=2297903630410395085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2297903630410395085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/2297903630410395085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/04/french-shop.html' title='The French Shop'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-9akz_KqyM/TbWLZIgF52I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ANRlKjFC98Q/s72-c/DSC04164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-8843038544297766278</id><published>2011-04-23T01:47:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T02:17:05.228+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted but happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sheesh *wipes sweat off face* I AM SO FLAT OUT. This week has been a tough week! After pulling that all nighter, don't think I'm feeling so good :( In fact, i think i killed my immune system (don't see how thats possible, but oh wells) thank god, i managed to hand my my Accounting assignment thing on time. Other wise, off goes my head &amp;gt;:( Though, i think i rushed it, so annoyed, i should've been more careful!! Super worried cuz when i handed my assignment to my lecturer, he gave me a FROWN, IM SERIOUS! he actually gave me a frown after flicking through my work! That got me seriously worried, and then he said, oh well you can't do anything now cuz you've already handed it in ==. Gah, im feeling stressed out for some reason. Cuz I know so many people that failed this course. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywayz, yesterday was my precious retarded Shauny Marki Davi's birthday XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So BIG SHOUT OUT TO SHAUNY!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAUNY!!! :D AND the day before that was MY AWESOME UGLY TWIN- KEREN LOVE's birthday. SO BIG BIG CONGRATS TO YOU!!! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU TOOO :ddd!!!!!!!!!! I HEART YOU TWO CHIWIS HEAPS!!! XOXOXOX &amp;lt;-- not being gay or anything :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So then today shauny, keren, alex and I hanged out at my new place. Its so amusing hearing people trying to find my new place, cuz honestly, if you dont know the area, YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO FIND IT XD ehehh its hidden away!! Shauny got so lost, well not really THAT lost, but in the end i just told him to wait for me and i'll go pick him up &amp;gt;:D. Shaun Keren Alex and I got pizza from Spags for dinner. Well actually, we were thinking of making some pizza, but then i realized i didnt have baking powder ==, or CHEESE! whats a pizza without cheese?! So then we just gave up and decided to order out :) THough, i like to put it out there that i did suggest that we eat barks off my tree, or pick some grass and make a milkshake out of it :P but everyone just looked at me and was liek- ER. NO. :( So after dinner we watched Hurt Locker, but my version was crap, so gave up watching that half way through... sigh CANNOT BELIEVE WE STOPED AT THE INTENSE PART!!! ... its actually an amazing movie once you get into it! After that, we watched Spider man 3!!!!! :DDDDDD and guesss what?!  I SPENT THE WHOLE NIGHT DROOLING OVER HOW HOT spider man is- WITH THE MASK ON, cuz without it, he's icckkky D: BLAH. But spider man himself, is HOWTTT :p (though keren, alex and shauny didnt agree). While we were watching, we played this game thingy, in which we tried to match each other up to an animal that resembled themselves. AND here is what i said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;KEREN looks like a kangaroo (slash horse)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHAUNY looks like a monkey (its a no brainer , really :) ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALEX looks like a pig or mule (yeah yeah i love bullying him)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND THEN GUESS WHAT, when it was my turn, Alex said HAYLEY LOOKS LIKE A Rhinoceros. DDDD: ---WHAT THE HECK MANN!!!!!!!!!!!!! DUDE, I DO NOT. NOT NOT NOT NOT LOOK LIKE A FREAKING RHINO!!!!!!!!!!!! T_______T  So i glared at Alex and chucked pillows at him, and asked him WTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and hes liek watttttttt lol thats the first thing that came to my mind!!!!! GRRRRR that boy, he is EVIL! &amp;gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5cG9TA3Zy8/TbGLoqOxmnI/AAAAAAAAA44/KaHScSnz6YQ/s400/BlackRhinoceros008.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598409342445525618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;SEE! HERE. IS A RHINO! AND I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THAT. AT ALL! *humph* &amp;gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430067498726698183-8843038544297766278?l=vanitydystopian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/feeds/8843038544297766278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430067498726698183&amp;postID=8843038544297766278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8843038544297766278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430067498726698183/posts/default/8843038544297766278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanitydystopian.blogspot.com/2011/04/exhausted-but-happy.html' title='Exhausted but happy'/><author><name>Hayley Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266473246788280099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25s4VZ9Ax8A/TzkkwEnrDNI/AAAAAAAABQA/e9BbpbEcTf4/s220/2011-12-23%2B14.35.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5cG9TA3Zy8/TbGLoqOxmnI/AAAAAAAAA44/KaHScSnz6YQ/s72-c/BlackRhinoceros008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430067498726698183.post-2795934067554359404</id><published>2011-04-16T00:02:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:46:20.146+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4oGAjHCXxM/Tag0Br_8D4I/AAAAAAAAA4o/6wlBUxy4GKM/s400/normal_2iqhhee.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595779740603256706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The guy from above is this Chinese actor. I saw a couple of his tv dramas during the last couple of weeks. At first, I thought he was just a typical "pretty face" but now, I have this TINY INCY WINCY crush on him &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;" He is so adorable!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Super cute. Love his goofy smile :P I mean seriously, can you blame me? okay so maybe you won't find him cute now, but after seeing him on tv you'll like him more and more :DDDD GAHHHH *squeels* WHY ARE YOU SOO CUTE?!??!? &amp;gt;:] Having crushes on celebrities is so freaking sad. WHY on earth am I doing this == need to snap out of it. BUT BUT BUT HE'S SOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE &amp;gt;=DDDDD I think i've said enough lol you guys get the point. Don't worry, im not stalking him or anything *innocent look* all im doing is reading is blog, and looking at his fan site and reading news about him every day :) lol who am I kidding, I admit, im obsessed with him &amp;gt;:( I should stop, really, cuz here in LALA land you don't ever get guys like that T_T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BY THE WAY, just then I was watching the Grahams Norton Show on tv One, and Bruno Mars was on. AND OMG did you know that BRUNO MARS ISN'T HIS ACTUAL NAME??!?!?!?!?!?? O_O WHATT???!?! HE LIED TO ME?!??! TO US?!? TO THE ENTIRE WORLD????! NO WAY!? HIS ACTUAL NAME IS PETER?!?!? HUHHHHH!??!??! AND he called himself Bruno cuz his dad was really good friends with some wrestler dude who's name is Bruno so he nicknamed his son Bruno. &amp;lt;---YOU SERIOUS?! HOW STUPID. &amp;gt;:[ and as for 'mars' well he chose that cuz he wanted to be "out of this world" =__= DUDE. Peter, slash Bruno Mars, YOU ARE SOOOOOOO LAME. And to think people talk crap about Justin Bieber all the time. I think we should all switch target and aim at Bruno Mars- aka the FAT WRESTLER DUDE WHO WANTS TO BE OUT OF THIS WORLD ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND SOMEONE TELL ME: WHY is Taylor Swift going out with Zac Efron?!?!? what is this!! How can this be happening. pft. Taylor is NOTHING compared to Vanessa. Personally I think Taylor Swift looks like a squirrel with a massive afro. Her songs are addictive, but they all sound the same ==. That girl needs more creativity cells ( yeah yeah I know, I can't talk much cuz I got no artistic cells in my body AT ALL T_T) PLUS. she's breaking the ultimate rule: no dating you're friend's ex :( there are special cases, but in general YOU JUST DON'T DO IT. AND i just dislike Taylor swift being so horrid to Vanessa. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anywayz, on a positive note: look at who's got some new earrings?!?!? :DDDD Me!!! muwahahhaah hehehe yeah I know what you're thinking: " no need to be that happy Hayley" if that's wat you're thinking well too bad :P im gonna ignore that and be HAPPY cuz I haven't gotten new earrings for myself since like LAST YEAR.  D: I brou
