<?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-5966489461965952489</id><updated>2011-10-06T15:01:55.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2419665000905780289</id><published>2011-10-06T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T15:01:55.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very awesome giveaway</title><content type='html'>Who loves Toms shoes? Who wants to contribute something to Pink Ribbon cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answer yes to both question, head to &lt;a href="http://www.milliebell.com/2011/09/toms-giveaway-for-breast-cancer.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; giveaway right now. You can win any Toms shoes of your choice up to $54.00. Awesome isn't it? The giveaway ends on Oct 14th so hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2419665000905780289?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2419665000905780289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2419665000905780289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2419665000905780289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2419665000905780289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2011/10/very-awesome-giveaway.html' title='A very awesome giveaway'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-4171122569362884176</id><published>2009-09-27T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:32:09.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish</title><content type='html'>Love poem by a supreme Vietnamese composer. Wish I could translate it into English so you could understand each and every of the beautiful words. It's so damn true :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dại khờ - Xuân Diệu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Người ta khổ vì thương không phải cách,&lt;br /&gt;Yêu sai duyên và mến chẳng nhằm người&lt;br /&gt;Có kho vàng nhưng tặng chẳng tuỳ nơi&lt;br /&gt;Người ta khổ vì xin không phải chỗ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Đường êm quá ai đi mà nhớ ngó&lt;br /&gt;Đến khi hay, gai nhọn đã vào xương&lt;br /&gt;Vì thả lòng không kiềm chế dây cương,&lt;br /&gt;Người ta khổ vì lui không được nữa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Những mắt cạn cũng cho rằng sâu chứa;&lt;br /&gt;Những tim không mà tưởng tượng tràn đầy.&lt;br /&gt;Muôn nghìn đời tìm cớ dõi sương mây&lt;br /&gt;Dấn thân mãi đến kiếm trời dưới đất.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Người ta khổ vì cố chen ngõ chật,&lt;br /&gt;Cửa đóng bưng nên càng quyết xông vào.&lt;br /&gt;Rồi bị thương người ta giữ gươm dao,&lt;br /&gt;Không muốn chữa, không chịu lành thứ độc.&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/5966489461965952489-4171122569362884176?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/4171122569362884176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=4171122569362884176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4171122569362884176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4171122569362884176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/09/foolish.html' title='Foolish'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-989101570135569501</id><published>2009-09-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:32:34.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi again</title><content type='html'>Ann inspired to blog again. Well, blog about my personal life to be exact. It's been like 4 months already since I last poured my heart out here. Not like there were any cool things in this period, just that I was too lazy and busy with Serene Hours I didn't bother to come here anymore. Shame on me : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know where to start. My mind is a mess now but let me try. Hmm, why don't we talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; first. I finally decided to get in touch with him again. It's really hard because the last time I saw him in person was like 7 years ago and I doubted if he could remember my face now. But he came into my dreams so often it annoyed and made me happy at the same time. I don't know anything about dream interpreting but that must mean something. It doesn't hurt trying right? I'm going to have Debbie call him for me when I come to her house next month. Wish me luck because I really really really need it. Now that I've seen his new pictures (thanks to Google), I'm even more nervous. He's always made me feel nervous and exciting at the same time and somehow I don't think it's good at all T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in second year at uni now. Uni is lame. I feel so bad saying this but it's the truth. I only like my History class (not actually history but I don't think they have a word for it in English) since the professor is super duper cool. She's funny and friendly and she talks about real life more than theory. I love her lesson-related stories too! However, besides that class there's none to be thrilled about, which sucks big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing though not much. I think my writing is less awkward now since I get to read a lot of books and it comes naturally to me to learn how to make things flow and sound neat. I'm better with conversations too (maybe it's just me but it's very encouraging). I said I would finish the soulmate fiction but I kinda lost my muse now so I'm going to move on the other two. I'm full of energy now, what I lack is just time. It's funny that when I have time I just want to sit down and do nothing and when life is hectic I want to write. Someone needs to help me get rid of this habit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is off topic but the post is getting to the end so I have to ask: Air Gear is going somewhere cool. I absolutely don't care about anything of the manga but Ringo's relationship with Ikki. I'm so glad he now realizes how important she is to him just as he means to her life. I think he's likely to end up with Ringo. Kururu is so so. Her character is weak and bleak. I don't know why people like her so much, she just fades into the background to me &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-989101570135569501?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/989101570135569501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=989101570135569501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/989101570135569501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/989101570135569501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-again.html' title='hi again'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-9155600742229148805</id><published>2009-05-10T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:37:34.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what does your name mean?</title><content type='html'>This is quite true, why don't you check &lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/NameData.asp"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; out. Here's my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You entered: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tran Thuy Dan Thao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 15 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 15 letters total to 64&lt;br /&gt;There are 5 vowels and 10 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your number is:&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The characteristics of #1 are:&lt;/span&gt; Initiating action, pioneering, leading, independent, attaining, individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The expression or destiny for #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number 1 Expression denotes the skilled executive with keen administrative capabilities. You must develop the capacity to be a fine leader, sales executive, or promoter. You have the tools to become an original person with a creative approach to problem solving, and a penchant for initiating action. Someone may have to follow behind you to handle the details, but you know how to get things going and make things happen. You have a good mind and the ability to use it for your advancement. Because of these factors, you have much potential for achievement and financial rewards. Frequently, this expression belongs to one running a business or striving to achieve a level of accomplishment on ones talents and efforts. You have little need for much supervision, preferring to act on your own with little restraint. You are both ambitious and determined. Self-confident and self-reliant must be yours, as you develop a strong unyielding will and the courage of your convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you fear loneliness, you want to be left alone. You fear routine and being in a rut. You often jump the gun because you are afraid of being left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative attributes of the 1 Expression are egotism and a self-centered approach to life. This is an aggressive number and if it is over-emphasized it is very hard to live with. You do not have to be overly aggressive to fulfill your destiny. The 1 has a natural instinct to dominate and to be the boss; adhering to the concept of being number One. Again, you do not have to dominate and destroy in order to lead and manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Soul Urge number of 3 means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Soul Urge number 3 your desire in life is personal expression, and generally enjoying life to its fullest. You want to participate in an active social life and enjoy a large circle of friends. You want to be in the limelight, expressing your artistic or intellectual talents. Word skills may be your thing; speaking, writing, acting, singing. In a positive sense, the 3 energy is friendly, outgoing and always very social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a decidedly upbeat attitude that is rarely discouraged; a good mental and emotional balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 Soul Urge gives intuitive insight, thus, very high creative and inspirational tendencies. The truly outstanding trait shown by the 3 Soul Urge is that of self-expression, regardless of the field of endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the negative side, you may at times become too easygoing and too optimistic, tending to scatter forces and accomplish very little. Often, the excessive 3 energy produces non-stop talkers. Everyone has faults, but the 3 soul urge doesn't appreciate having these pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;An Inner Dream number of 7 means&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You dream of having the opportunity to read, study, and shut yourself off from worldly distractions. You can see yourself as a teacher, mystic, or ecclesiastic, spending your life in the pursuit of knowledge and learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma blog more from now on. Like the layout?  It looks so nice and inspiring to me. I want to write something!&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-9155600742229148805?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/9155600742229148805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=9155600742229148805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/9155600742229148805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/9155600742229148805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-does-your-name-mean.html' title='what does your name mean?'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1980368002822359855</id><published>2009-05-10T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:22:16.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1980368002822359855?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1980368002822359855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1980368002822359855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1980368002822359855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1980368002822359855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-3479994823765858210</id><published>2009-03-22T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:11:25.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Sore throat again. I hate it &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-3479994823765858210?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/3479994823765858210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=3479994823765858210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3479994823765858210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3479994823765858210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-6157285354577638793</id><published>2009-03-07T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:06:18.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am</title><content type='html'>Like the new layout? Please tell me you do, I'd searched around for something suitable for a long time before I found it. It's pink, so it's like me and Nai got twin skins haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there're a lot of things to say but I don't know where to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I'm back to school and I'm not really into it. Why? Because English classes are so retarded. Not to sound conceited or something but I don't think my teacher is good enough. I told Sophia unnie about it, she told the students she got a Master for English teaching in Australia and yet she still mispronounced "family" and misspelt "occasion". I'm so depressed at my classmates too T__T they're so slow. I miss my highschool classmates. My gym class is still tough like first term, or even tougher. Good thing I got nice professors for Math and Marxism-Leninism. Well, not like I love those subjects or something, but it's nice to be taught decently. I'm really really looking forward to Psychology class but it won't start until Math ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of studying I'm gonna study to prepare for my TOEFL iBT test soon. I'm excited about this. I never ever studied in a center before so it must be cool. The student number will be limited to 15 which means more chance to practice/ask/have fun. I told Mum it'd be super duper awesome if the emigration paper (or whatever it's called) came right after I've had my test result. Then I can come to USA and meet everyone there ; D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday is coming soon!!! I don't think I will have any celebration at all but I'm going to hang out with Debbie and Cherry. I've not been together with them on my birthday for yonks. Last year I had quite a lovely eat-out with my classmates but honestly I didn't find it fun at all. Everyone was doing things their own, chatting with others and totally ignoring me for some moments. I expected it to be good but...This year is gon be different though. I'm very hopeful. And Sophia unnie said she would send me present (YAY!). I'm such a spoilt rat again aren't I? Anywho, I'll make sure to post pics and share with you guys. Cherry is a camwhore, she'll make us pose a lot for her. Like last time we posed with bubble gum like Big Bang for half an hour and ended up getting a bunch of crazy shots ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog is going real good. A lot of publicists and authors have accepted my request and sent me lots of books to review. I'm really proud of myself because I'm improving. I'm also making a lot of good friends too, one of them is nearly my Mum's age (and she read teen stuff, how cool that is!). Also, I got my page featured on a publishing house's fan website. Aren't you proud of me? (don't say no, I'm hurt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last but not least, let's talk about Boys Over Flowers. I like it sooooooooooo much. Officially a fan of Kim Bum now. I love him and the other girl together, there was so much Chemistry between the two. I hope they end up together, unlike the Taiwanese version. Oh and I don't really like the guy from SS501 at all. Maybe his character is just dull but me and Ann find him pretty annoying and unreasonable. Lee Min Ho is way cooler both on and out of screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay more later, I'm too lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend y'all&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-6157285354577638793?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/6157285354577638793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=6157285354577638793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6157285354577638793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6157285354577638793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-i-am.html' title='here i am'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-4770843711873023059</id><published>2009-02-17T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:59:32.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><content type='html'>I got to watch Boys Over Flowers now, on TV too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks so much, KBS2 : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-4770843711873023059?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/4770843711873023059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=4770843711873023059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4770843711873023059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4770843711873023059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1204827846412059796</id><published>2009-02-08T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:51:31.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>I'm back from the trip and just got my exams results. I'm so happy everything is fine!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post pics as soon as I found my cam, I don't think I remember where I put it, can't think straight because I got train-sick (how weird!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you guys *kisses*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1204827846412059796?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1204827846412059796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1204827846412059796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1204827846412059796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1204827846412059796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1819234538904977348</id><published>2009-02-01T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:36:16.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so did y'all miss me?</title><content type='html'>Probably no one hey? Heheh I'm joking, I know my ladies are not that mean. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog has been so dead. I ignore it because I have to work hard on the other one, besides laziness is taking over : ( But today I woke up earlier and I'm excited so here I am again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had quite a nice Tet. Those previous ones weren't completely cool because I always counted down the days til I had to go back to school and it sucked a lot, we only had like 8 days off and it was not enough to rest or enjoy ourselves. This year I'm in uni and it means the break lengthens to almost a month. So I had time for myself to read, write reviews, download stuff and hang out with Ann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day of Tet was real fun. In the morning I got a lot of lucky money, then in the evening we went to the spring flower square. They did a good job this year because everything looked simply gorgeous. I especially adored the huge watermelon with designs on it. I took a lot of pictures, will post later for you guys : ) The second and third day was okay. I was sick because of pollen so I didn't do much, just lying down and watching stuff until my head started spinning again. On the fourth day I and Ann and her sister went to Gloria Jean's for some coffee. I didn't like the coffee (I'm not a coffee person and whip cream ruined it all T.T). I also had Tiramisu for the first time and it didn't turn out real good. I still love it tho,  because the name is super awesome ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what else is good? Guess what? We're going to the beach again!! This time a newer, further place and cooler too. I'm really eager to start out trip, which, if according to plan, will start on Wednesday. I hope to have an awesome vacation!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and last but not least, I decided to write again. Seeing everyone write makes me feel enthusiastic and this time no more fanfictions, I'm a little bit tired of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1819234538904977348?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1819234538904977348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1819234538904977348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1819234538904977348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1819234538904977348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-did-yall-miss-me.html' title='so did y&apos;all miss me?'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2291876756038442030</id><published>2009-01-21T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:10:57.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>What do you think? It looks kinda blank but I want something bright this time so yeah, plus the font is pretty cute. Ann has been here for 2 days and she still couldn't get used to the time T___T she felt alseep super duper soon. I'm expecting more fun in the future though. Oh and I gotta show you my new books *grins*. Will take pictures as soon as possible.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book blog is going good so I'm happy. Thanks everyone who did drop by&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2291876756038442030?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2291876756038442030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2291876756038442030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2291876756038442030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2291876756038442030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8974336545443705539</id><published>2009-01-16T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:18:38.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 42px; font-style: italic; "&gt;happy birthday bee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I can't believe you're 17 already, it makes me feel so old hehe. So this is the third bdae of yours that we celebrate together (kind of) hey? To tell the truth I don't really know what to say now. My mind is so blank but I'll try my best. Let's begin with how awesome you are. You're great Bee, I'm really glad to have met and become your friend/sister. From you I learnt a lot. You made me love the environment more and think more of people than before. You're smart, wise and not afraid to be yourself. I adore your love for animal and I hope your dream of becoming a geologist (is that how it's called? I think I forgot the word =.=) in the future comes true. I also love how you love GD Bee. It's such an unconditional love. Some think it's blind but I find it very beautiful, no matter what happens you always stay by his side (even though you knew he was weird and you bashed him on it) and you're not someone who loves him by buying his CDs, phone straps, schoolsets, blankets, pillows, domestics and showing them off or collecting his pictures and reading about him as much as possible so you'll appear like a GD-expert. You're simply there for him all the time :D It's really awesome of you. And you're really nice too. Talking to you is like talking a very close friend. I love spazzing over nothing with you and dissing people we don't like and nagging you to read. Did I mention how I love your comments on everything I write? They're so funny and honest and they make me feel really loved. I'm sure there're more great things you did but I cannot list here because of my bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on your birthday I want to wish you the very best of everything. I know you're stressed because of exams and college but I know you'll overcome them all too. Bee is smart and strong right? Please enjoy yourself on this special day and do anything you like. I hope you'll receive presents that you like. I promise when the economy recovers I'll send you something next year. Always be my lovely sister okay? And be a awesome Mirs. Kwon too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU A LOT&lt;br /&gt;AMBER&lt;333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8974336545443705539?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8974336545443705539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8974336545443705539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8974336545443705539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8974336545443705539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/01/bee.html' title='bee'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8072071494592707343</id><published>2009-01-15T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:14:12.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>Please visit my bookblog and give me feedback ladies, become a follower if you want to as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://serenehours.blogspot.com"&gt;Serene Hours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished my finals and Ann is coming here in 4 days, I can't wait. Have a nice day y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8072071494592707343?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8072071494592707343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8072071494592707343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8072071494592707343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8072071494592707343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/01/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1233853711702189298</id><published>2009-01-13T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:59:44.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Americans</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://harmonybookreviews.wordpress.com/2009/01/14/giveaway-4-beautiful-americans-by-lucy-silag/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a chance to win the book : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1233853711702189298?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1233853711702189298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1233853711702189298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1233853711702189298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1233853711702189298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-americans.html' title='Beautiful Americans'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-5352761485198427016</id><published>2009-01-13T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:17:39.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby</title><content type='html'>I've been so lazy these days because of the book blog, it's almost done and supposed to be up on Jan 15th, be sure to drop by okat, I'll give you guys the link as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this post is mostly about hubby. I don't think I've blogged about his solo activities here yet. To be honest the MV shocked me to the max, first the cold expressions, then the abs (not that much i swear, i don't drool over abs haha) then the kiss. I was so mad and sad those days that I hardly say anything about Strong Baby. Well, until now, I don't think I like the song or the MV real much. But I'm really proud and happy for Seung Hyun. I could never imagine SH having the spotlight to himself. When Big Bang first came out and for a real long time SH was just a shadow. He was like somebody that was added to the group to make it complete. He was cute, he danced nicely but just that. His singing was not very impressive and I could tell he didn't have many fans either. I didn't have much hope in SH getting as much attention as other members, I just wished that someday he would come out and shine like Seven or something and I thought that day was real far. But it came actually. The SH who only joked around turned to a gentleman. The guy who was said not to be able to sing is confident enough to sing A fool only's tears all by himself. The one who was out of breath because of singing and dancing at the same time on stage can finally do both well. I was so so happy for him. I was so touched when I hear the fans shouting his name real loud when he performed and he was hyped, happy too. Idk how to put it into words but I'm so glad SH can prove himself now. It might not be perfect but it's still him. I will support him even though his MV scared me and his dance moves resembled to JT. He's my hubby, afterall &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-5352761485198427016?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/5352761485198427016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=5352761485198427016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5352761485198427016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5352761485198427016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/01/hubby.html' title='Hubby'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-4258549798076203740</id><published>2009-01-06T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:22:24.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so</title><content type='html'>I'm going to open a book blog on Jan 15th. Wish me luck buddy, now Amber is finally doing something related to books :D I'm gonna review books and interview authors and do other things when possible. Hopefully you guys will drop by my blog. Show me some support okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day buddy. I'm too lazy to blog more *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-4258549798076203740?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/4258549798076203740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=4258549798076203740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4258549798076203740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4258549798076203740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/01/soulmate_06.html' title='so'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-346343422546534795</id><published>2009-01-01T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:56:04.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soulmate</title><content type='html'>Who's mine? I did a few tests &lt;a href="http://myjellybean.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; with some of my exs, celebs I'm obsessed with and here's the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aquarius - James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is a good match for you, even if it’s not the number one choice (for number one, see Leo and Sagittarius, which are tied). You can find true love with an Aquarius boy because of your appreciation of each other’s best qualities. You will love his sense of adventure and very unconventional way of seeing and interacting with the world. He will adore your intelligent mind and your energetic approach to romance. This isn’t to say you won’t have lots of differences with an Aquarius boy. You will have lots! But if you can get through the little problems, this match will only get better and better over time. A good bet for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird because I never felt comfy with him. He was always shy and looked like he was holding a lot back. I think he did care but he didn't want to show. That was a turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Capricorn - Khai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This match can work, but it will take a lot of hard work. You and Capricorn would seem to be complete opposites. He is practical and serious; you are spontaneous and fun-loving. He is slow to share his thoughts and feelings; you find it easy to say what you think. Even with these differences, however, a strong love can grow between an Aries girl and a Capricorn boy. It’s just that it will take a really, really long time and a lot of patience for things to get on stable ground. He’s not the easiest bet for a soulmate, but a long-term love match with this guy is not impossible to pull off. If you’re willing to work really hard, you can make it work with a Capricorn boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. It'll take a lot of hard work even to have mutual feelings. I gave up tho, too much to handle a guy who's been taken and seems to not have showed his true colors. I hope he and Phuong go to the end, so I may end up at the wedding in a few years' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sagittarius - Seung Hyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is tied with Leo as the number-one best match for Aries. Sagittarius can truly be your soulmate. You are both adventurous types with a creative, open attitude to life. On matters of the heart and mind, an Aries and a Sagittarius will be completely in tune. You will satisfy his need for an exciting partner who can be spontaneous about things. He will satisfy your need to laugh (Sagittarians have great senses of humor) and to have interesting, challenging conversations (they are also very intelligent). One warning: Sagittarian boys are known for their complete and utter honesty- they don’t usually bother to consider other people’s feelings when speaking. That can sometimes be a little rough (like when he tells you what he really thinks of your new haircut). But if you can put up with that one flaw, a Sagittarius can be your soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This put a smile on my face (after a mad night watching Strong baby MV). It's nice to see that we're both adventurous and creative :D It means I'm creative too, right? LOL. It's also right about Seung Hyun with his sense of humour (where's the cuteness tho? ) and his big mouth (unfortunately, really BIG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leo - Nomad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is tied with Sagittarius as the number-one best match for Aries. Leo can truly be your soulmate. You are both confident, outgoing and love to charge ahead into the unknown. You will have an incredible time charging there together! The romantic chemistry between you two is fiery and can be long-lasting. Leo can really sweep an Aries off her feet. You will love his very romantic and generous nature, and he will love your sense of adventure and your intelligent mind. What will really seal the bond between you is his hidden vulnerability, which will bring out your cuddly and caring side. A soulmate match!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I think this is my Nomad, just women's instinct haha. I've never met a Leo guy that actually attracted me or I did and I forgot. All these things said above are sought-after don't you think? Esp that part when he'll sweep me off my feet, I like that *grins*. You can bring out my cuddly and caring side Nomad, I can give you a shoulder when you're tired! (Excuse me I'm going crazy again =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Genimi - Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is an exciting match for a casual relationship. You both thrive on excitement and adventure, so you will never be bored together. A Gemini guy will be fascinated with everything about you, and you will love the attention. You’ll also enjoy his sexy kissing (Geminis tend to be great kissers) and his charming, romantic style. But Gemini is known for being a big flirt who has trouble being faithful, and that will eventually cause problems between you too. If you keep it light, though, you two can have a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's seriously a big flirt, giving me so many heart attacks during my time being a huge fan of Blue. But I don't mind trying his kissing skills at all, since this sounds so frigging hot. HOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Taurus - Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This match doesn’t have a great forecast for the future. He is a true homebody who is happiest staying in and renting a video. Meanwhile, you want to go places and do things. You’ll get bored of his do-nothing style pretty quickly. Taureans also tend to be quite stingy with their money (maybe that’s why they like to stay in so much). He’ll be unimpressed by your free-with-a-dollar style and your occasional shopping sprees, and you won’t appreciate his nagging. The conflicts between your personalities make an Aries-Taurus match hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely wrong T____T He gave me hard time but not because of all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-346343422546534795?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/346343422546534795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=346343422546534795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/346343422546534795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/346343422546534795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2009/01/soulmate.html' title='soulmate'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-5236623614904860958</id><published>2008-12-31T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:54:15.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first few hours of 2009</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year is here and I'm extremely happy. I  really hope we'll have an awesome time ahead with lots of luck and happiness. The financial collapse has been a bitch recently and in 2009 it'd better go away to some other planets hehe. What are your plans for 2009? I don't have a to do list but my priorities are: to get nice grades, to stay strong and healthy, to read and write more and to make my loved ones happy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my last few days of 2008 were really great, and I thought I should share with you all. Firstly, VN won the AFF cup, which was a soccer tournament for SouthEast Asians countries and it was like our first time after 49 years. I was so so happy and proud of our guys, last Sunday, the whole country went out to celebrate. Even though I was at home, it was such a great feeling seeing the red flags all over the streets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look at these pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img360.imageshack.us/img360/170/imageviewaspxtt8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/1275/151xa5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img184.imageshack.us/img184/8830/vodichvnwj1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/3448/duc0067xm4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/5439/duc0003co5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I passed my P.E finals. It was crazy, 800m lap was so much for me, but hey I did finish it (just don't know how much it took cos the teacher said whoever completed the lap without collapsing would pass). I kinda liked how it felt though. I was so out of breath at the 550m and my body was like STOP STOP STOP but my brain went Amber fighting!!!!  And I made it! After that all of the girls were like =.= we felt like we were half paralyzed T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next great thing was Marc Levy replying my mail! WOOHOOO~!!! I was taken back, I never though he would and he even said my words touched him. My mail to him was super long, I'd post up once I remembered where I left the draft ^^ I'm gonna buy more books of Marc and read and write to him again. This is super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Dec 31st must be the most memorable one to me because so many cool things happened. In the morning I finished my Math test with nice job (it stressed me out you know, I hate Math!!!) and when I returned home I saw MKMF package. Well, the gift wasn't actually very special. They sent me a notebook, huge one with MKMF logo and a few pictures of last year show (there was a tiny GD on his knees kissing the dancer's hand). I was expecting something like poster but I'm satisfied cos I love stationaries. You already knew what made the evening great right? TEDDY! HIs performance was awesome, I wish he would stay a lil bit longer tho, it was so short, so damn short. Nai thought he looked slimmer and yup, healthier too ^^ oppa is always fresh and clean and cocky and, ehem, too hot to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not watched the perf or wanted a better quality of the vid click &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/hq_bigbang/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one last thing, Amber won a book!!!!!!!!!!! Surprised, surprised? I am too. The Buzz Girls (a group of YA author) had a special giveaway where all you needed to do was to comment wishing everyone a happy holidays as much as you can and I left like 50 replies hahahah. I was the one with most wishes in diff languages (thanks to Google Translation) so the author picked me. The book was about a gangster trying to find his way out to the good and he met, fell in love with a girl, and redeemed himself with her help. Look at the lovely cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/4429/41covuy4fllss500xb5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about you? Anything cool happened at the end of 2008/beginning of 2009?&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO MY LOVELIES. CHEERS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-5236623614904860958?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/5236623614904860958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=5236623614904860958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5236623614904860958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5236623614904860958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-few-hours-of-2009.html' title='the first few hours of 2009'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2843552897675627902</id><published>2008-12-29T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:45:47.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mail from marc levy</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! He finally replied to my mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear Thao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your long letter and your words which deeply touched&lt;br /&gt;me. I was very moved by your analysis of each book you read.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again so much.&lt;br /&gt;When I will retrun to Vietnam next October I hope I will have a chance to&lt;br /&gt;sign your book.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you and your family a wonderful year, full of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my regards&lt;br /&gt;Marc Levy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2843552897675627902?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2843552897675627902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2843552897675627902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2843552897675627902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2843552897675627902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/mail-from-marc-levy.html' title='mail from marc levy'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-3108357545097983667</id><published>2008-12-27T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:47:38.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures time : )</title><content type='html'>Some pictures I took on Thursday. There were more but meanie Debbie deleted them all &lt;_&lt; (including a picture of her posing with Edward in Twilight poster). The pictures were taken by her phone so they looks kinda LQ, but hey, you can actually see my hair now keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/2507/27419439lx8.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/6403/27463295gu0.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9941/33323093wh7.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/7904/51445794id6.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img114.imageshack.us/img114/6401/20778068bh7.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/526/47689416ax2.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a nice time at Christmas ^^ on Christmas eve Vietnam won over Thailand 2-1 so people doubly celebrated and our colour was red so the city sky was like...on fire. My Dad didn't let me go out but it was cool seeing pictures,  every enjoyed themselves. In the next morning I got to hang around with Debbie. We did nothing much except going to the movies, then to church and the icecream shop. No more cooking this time because we were afraid there would be another mess to clean up T___T Oh and the movie we saw, Four Christmas, was hilarious. That was the first time I went to the movies and thank god the room was half empty so I could laugh/ramble as much as I can (you know, most of the ones who went there chose to see Twilight so yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Christmas? Did you receive many presents? I got nothing so I'm really looking forward to Tet holidays hahah. I'm jealous seeing people getting 3263544656467463 great things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-3108357545097983667?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/3108357545097983667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=3108357545097983667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3108357545097983667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3108357545097983667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-time.html' title='pictures time : )'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7286818499599609640</id><published>2008-12-24T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:57:03.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays&lt;3333333</title><content type='html'>I love you all, truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img396.imageshack.us/img396/1115/xmascn6.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7286818499599609640?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7286818499599609640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7286818499599609640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7286818499599609640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7286818499599609640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays3333333.html' title='happy holidays&lt;3333333'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8121414294002519470</id><published>2008-12-22T07:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:47:37.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas story</title><content type='html'>Nai wrote this oneshot for me because she was my secret santa at Ficlics ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loose Strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seung Ri rolled the sleeves of his black dress shirt up midway to his elbow and leaned back in his seat. A cigarette suspended from the left side of his mouth, near finished, ashes dropping onto his previously spotless shirt. His phone buzzed at his side and he ignored it, his main focus was to keep Amber the main focus. She had been on his radar all night; morning was sure to rise any hour now. To spend half his time there without acknowledging her presence was no easy task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dae Sung slid into the seat next to Seung Ri, grasping a bottle of vodka in his right hand and offered a glass. Seung Ri shot his friend a dismissive glare as he held up a hand to reject the drink. “I’m on probation, remember?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon being denied, Dae Sung followed Seung Ri’s gaze to the opposite end of the room and zeroed in on Amber. He nodded his chin towards a guy surrounding her, whom to Seung Ri's dismay, had been leeching onto her as soon as the party started six hours ago. "If she had a fan club, I'm sure you'll be the President, dude," he said, keenly aware of where his friend's eyes had been stuck on all evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looks to me like that spot’s already taken.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I beg to differ." Kicking up his legs, Dae Sung propped them on the glass table before the two. Slurping at his glass, he continued, "She told me to tell you hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seung Ri remained undisturbed, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it onto the table. "And when did this take place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like five hours ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why the fuck are you just telling me this now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, if you must really know---"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to face his buddy, Seung Ri glared at him. "Stop with your annoying, lame ass talks, Dae Sung because yes, I must really fucking know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all placed a bet on you two tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And who the fuck is this 'we' that you speak of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I tried my best to get everybody to join in, you know? The more the merrier and all," Dae Sung explained, bobbing his head around as he spoke. "At the end, though, only Tempo, Baek Kyoung, GD, Teddy, Wu, Dong Wook, and I ended up putting money in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten dollars each. The bet was simple, really... nothing too farfetched. We just placed money on what time we thought you would get over your pride and go talk to Amber. I placed my money on the hour between midnight and 1 AM," Dae Sung grinned. He tapped the diamond-encrusted watch at his left wrist. "Guess what time it is, Seung Ri?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get out of my face, Dae Sung. Just because of that, I'm not going talk to her until after 1 AM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which means Tempo will end up getting the money, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seung Ri rolled his eyes before straightening himself up. He faced his body in Amber's direction, watching her feign interest in what the lames with her had to say. "What time does the bet end?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At 2 AM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tempo's the last one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dae Sung nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright then. I‘ll talk to Amber after 2."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck, Seung Ri. You’re always trying to cock block..." Dae Sung grumbled and stood up. "I know you're not going to last much longer, though. So I'm gonna go over there now and try to switch times with Tempo. His ass is gullible as fuck." He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking his head, more in amusement than disbelief, Seung Ri ceased as he felt his phone vibrating once more against his ribs. Reaching a hand into his inside pocket to finally retrieve his phone, he glanced up in surprise. The sender's number was not saved in his system, but it consisted of digits he remembered by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to really let this silly bet keep you from talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber stared back at Seung Ri, her own phone clutched between her nails behind her back. Her gaze drifted back to the guy speaking to her as she absently nodded, the corner of her eyes meeting Seung Ri's knowingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He texted her back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he knew exactly was she was talking about. He always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you texting?" A chirpy Ha Nee plopped down next to Seung Ri. He looked her with a blank expression and shrugged, putting away his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides her joined Tekkie. He kept an arm tight around her body and nodded to Seung Ri. "How do you like your homecoming bash?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glancing at Amber shortly, Seung Ri muttered, "The pen was better, if you want the honest truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tekkie grimaced. "Hey, considering the fact that we didn’t even know you were being released from jail until three days ago, I think I did a hell of a job.” Looking around the pub, he pointed at the different food and drinks, naming them off one by one. “There are a variety of things here, as you can see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t give a fuck about the food, idiot,” Seung Ri quickly replied. He pointed a fresh cigarette in the direction of the guy with Amber. “Tekkie, who the hell is that fucker?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Nee jumped in. “Joon Kyung’s my co-worker, Seung Ri.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You invited that fucker?” he laughed. “Does he know what kind of shit he’s getting into it---messing with my girl?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s not your girl anymore, Seung Ri.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Says who?” He lit his cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tekkie didn’t want to be the one who broke the news, but he knew no one else would have the audacity to hand it to Seung Ri. “Says the ring Joon Kyung gave her." Hurriedly and flushed-face, he continued, “That guy is her fiancé. He’s been so for seven months now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re getting married next week," Ha Nee filled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seung Ri sat up straighter in his seat and exhaled, a puff of tobacco escaping his mouth into the drunken atmosphere in front of him. He eyed Amber, knowing that she knew very well he was eyeing her and to his disgust, he continued staring at her. Similar to the very first moment in which he had ever seen her face, he still could not tear himself away. “So she lied to me, then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You never kept your end of the promise either, Seung Ri.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glared at Ha Nee. “I never promised her anything and she knew that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s kind of selfish of you to be angry at her for not waiting when you never planned on doing so yourself, don’t you think?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pouring himself a drink, Tekkie slipped into the obscure shadows between the conversation. He wanted nothing to do with the words being exchanged and hoped that he would not have to add his two cents in, highly aware of both the relationship and friendship currently on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I don’t think so, Ha Nee.” Seung Ri pressed his lips tightly when he got to the end of the statement. A certain hostility punctuated her name, the kind that the penitentiary counselors tried to teach him to suppress. In a swift move, he grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth and chucked it onto the floor. Standing up, he looked down at the couple. “I'm going to tell you two ahead of time: cough up your ten dollars to Dae Sung.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his friend’s girlfriend. “I’m going to talk to Amber now, Ha Nee. Dae Sung can win his damn bet tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Nee sprang to her heel and placed a firm hand on Seung Ri’s elbow. The two of them looked over at Amber and her fiancé, the pair subdued on a loveseat merely yards away. “You and she had seven years, Seung Ri. Three years of you not committing, two years of you running from the law, and two years of being punished in the law… all seven of which she stood by your side, but you took her for granted and played with this relationship like a cliché metaphor. She’s not a cracked heart nor is she a wave coming in for you. She’s a person with a heart, a heart that you fucking played with for seven years and if you would have recognized this earlier, those years would not now be over. It's over.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to hear it from her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For God's sake, she’s engaged, Seung Ri!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck that kid Joon Kyung,” he spat out. “He doesn’t love her the way I love her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re right, becasue he loves her more and he loves her better than you ever did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that he just might slap her, or even worse, Seung Ri broke free of Ha Nee’s hold and raced out the door, where he had just seen Amber exiting. He followed her, close and steady, waiting for her to feel him behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pace came to a calm stop as she spoke without glancing back. How desperate he was to see her face. “I take it that you know about Joon Kyung and I now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seung Ri fumbled with his words. “Why did you text me if you---Amber! I came… I came out for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled unbeknownst to him, but it was a stiff smile, the kind given away when one received what one no longer wanted. “You told me the first time they ever locked you up that you were going to marry me, remember? That was four years ago.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held his breath, his eyes zooming in on the loose string dangling down the middle of her back. Her dress was cut provocatively low, ending centimeters from her tailbone. A ring was eloquently attached to the end of the string, explaining why even after all that time spent watching her, he did not remember a glint of diamond on her left hand. It was behind her all this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon that revelation, he felt betrayed. Anger grew next but the thought of his heart destructed by the hand belonging to a woman he destroyed once before baffled him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking his head, he admitted, “No, I’m sorry. I do not remember, Amber.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not that I expected anything more of you, Lee Seung Ri.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mumbled a final apology, one that fell deaf upon her ears. She heard what he was saying. She really did. The unfortunate thing was: his confession of love and apologetic whimpers were now in a language she no longer spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for this baby. Seriously, I wanna bite you, because even though you told me beforehand that this would be sad,  I never expected it to end that way. I mean,  I thought you'd let me leave Seung Hyun but all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;. It's sad, so sad. Seems like even at the end Seung Hyun didn't even know what he had done wrong, he was just heartbroken and felt betrayed because she left so suddenly, which was T.T He was such a coward, why didn't he pull her back. Engagement is really nothing (not that Dokki doesn't matter though lol). I think I should hate my hubby in this but I only feel bad for everyone of them. I wonder what Dokki thought about this hahah, he was silent all the time. Actually, he's more suited to be a bad guy ;D Anywho I love this!!! Who else would put me in a fic with Seung Hyun and Dokki like Nai hey? *HUGS* You made my day baby, and how dare you said it was bad!!! It was just sad and I love sad stuff. Amber is weird like this hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma have a present for you too *winks* let see how I can manage to finish it in two days.&lt;br /&gt;Love you ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8121414294002519470?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8121414294002519470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8121414294002519470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8121414294002519470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8121414294002519470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story_22.html' title='christmas story'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-9034026479484210720</id><published>2008-12-22T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:26:41.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter baby</title><content type='html'>Ashley has come out everyone. I'm so FREAKING happy for Lily unnie and Nico. They must be like somewhere in heaven now. I'm trying to imagine Lily and Nico's loved ones' faces when they saw Ashley. I wish I could be there man, probably be in tears that moment. A baby arrives in this universe is really something right? So precious and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO LILY ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Millions of Xs and Os just for Ashley. I wanna see your pictures so badly little angel&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-9034026479484210720?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/9034026479484210720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=9034026479484210720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/9034026479484210720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/9034026479484210720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-baby.html' title='winter baby'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1304045246450970404</id><published>2008-12-18T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:33:42.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hacked</title><content type='html'>I'm so mad, my email  addy lil_boo293@hotmail.com has been stolen T___T I was so stupid to reply to a fake Hotmail Account comfirm mail with my pw in it so everything was gone now. Anywho I have a new email addy, please addy me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something_maybe@live.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds weird but it's a book I (will) like ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1304045246450970404?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1304045246450970404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1304045246450970404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1304045246450970404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1304045246450970404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/hacked.html' title='hacked'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-5953929168347648286</id><published>2008-12-18T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:17:56.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura's Review</title><content type='html'>Check out this site to read reviews of awesome books and stand many chances to win advance review copies. You won't be disappointed ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://laurasreviewbookshelf.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry If I sound so advertisy haha&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-5953929168347648286?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/5953929168347648286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=5953929168347648286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5953929168347648286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5953929168347648286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/lauras-review.html' title='Laura&apos;s Review'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7785573760492801411</id><published>2008-12-15T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:14:09.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been (not) a while</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've not blogged forever T____T I miss blogging too much but I don't have much time and I'm so lazy (bite me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today Sophia unnie posted the picture of the book I won a fortnight ago and I want to show off, so I'mma repost them here. I'm kinda surprised cos it's a hardcover (at least it looks so ^^) and it's signed too. Not a big deal but it makes me feel closer to author you know, I'm weird like that. The book is called Love, Meg and it's about a girl finding her family and going through a lot of problems. I heard that it was kinda like Sarah Dessen's Just Listen, which, according to the readers, is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/1710/img1350cy1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/2222/img1353xm2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I also finished my secret santa one shot today. Let me tell you this, it's simply crazy. I had a hard time trying to think out something that would go with the lyrics of the song I chose from the pile but I couldn't. Fortunately I got some muse from the song title, so I just went with it, nothing really related to the lyrics. I hope the girl don't mind having a lame oneshot as a Xmas present. I did my best though. It was like 4000 words or more (I'm kinda proud hahaha). After the secret santas at ficlics are all revealed I'm gonna post the story here so you can see how sucky it is T.T. It's overemotional sometimes, I may have to fix a bit later, the deadline is tmr tho, so basically I don't have much time. Blame me for procrastinating &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fictions I'm so depressed. I want to write so much but everytime I get to the comp there's something else to do, I can't resist chatting, blogging, reading books and online magazines. I need a schedule for this I think. I'm going to wait until I finish all the finals with nice grades so I can put all of my mind on writing but here's what I've planned so far. Firstly, I'mma start writing the joint fic with Nai, we'll have like 10 days off so if we pull our weight we can get 3 chapters finished or more (hopefully). I'm so excited for this because it's the first time we've written something together, lots of fun stuff and dramas coming soon too ^^ And after this I'll get to write something for Some Kind Of Art. The readers left comments at my thread asking when I'm going to update and that makes me feel bad, since I left the story off with a cliff hanger and I had fun writing it so I'd better continue. Lastly, I'll write my "serious" fics. Pure novels,  original characters too. It's time to get to real work. I had in my mind so far fiour plots which are: Ordinary Miracle, I Owe You..., Into Love, Hope &amp; Sunshine. There're three more but I don't think I can write without researching a lot first, one of it is about Highland, VN ; ) I love this place because it's really cool and beautiful, it's the most romantic place in my country I think. There you can find a lot of flowers, love legends and haunted houses too *laughs evilly*. Well, just that, wish me luck because it's tough to write. Oh and one more thing, I'm joing RandomBuzzers and will start to write book reviews, I want to try this because it's fun and if I'm any good I can win advance review copies of lots of cool books. Join me if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The last thing to talk about today is anime/manga!!! I fall in love with Air Gear already. Actually I hate a lot of things about it,  esp the fact that I don't quite understand how the air trecks work and what their competitions are for. But I like Ringo and Ikki's relationship ^^ Idk why but even though ppl say that Ringo turned weird I still like her a lot because she's so in love with Ikki (again, unrequited love =.=) It's really cute when she kissed him before he left, but sadly he didn't feel anything special about it. I hope in the last battle he'll pull her back to the good side, she's naturally good tho. I feel sorry for her when her teammates keep saying that Ikki won't need her anymore. Grr idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, I have to blog about Slam Dunk too. That manga rocks. I usually watch stuff that involves romance but this sport anime just got me hooked. I so love their spirit, their determination to win and their passion for basketball. Hanamichi sounds like a dummy but he's really into it and he plays with all his heart. I like Takanori too because he looks like a gorilla everytime he makes a rebound. But the king, after all,  is Kaede *squeals like a fangirl*. He's so cool, just the type typical girls like me would love to have. At first he seemed to be really cold and concentrative, he hardly speaks at all. Then later I find out that he's really silly. When Ryonan high coach asked him if he wanted to join the team he said he would come to Shohoku and everyone who said the same thing before explained that they liked Anzai coach but Kaede said "it's near my house" with a funny expression. It's so cute. Watch it if you have time, it's a nice anime for those who love basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I gotta go take a nap *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;Check out my december generosity post to see the new book contests this week&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7785573760492801411?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7785573760492801411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7785573760492801411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7785573760492801411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7785573760492801411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like-ive-not-blogged-forever-tt.html' title='it&apos;s been (not) a while'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8765225680185926087</id><published>2008-12-15T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:38:55.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>huge contest</title><content type='html'>FAR FROM YOU RELEASE CELEBRATION AND CONTEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Schroeder, author of I HEART YOU, YOU HAUNT ME, is celebrating the release of her upcoming YA novel, FAR FROM YOU, and hosting a contest with LOTS of great prizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three days leading up to the book’s release date of December 23rd, you can watch VLOGs and hear some excerpts read from the book. The VLOG schedule is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, December 21st – Liv’s Book Reviews - http://livsbookreviews.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Monday, December 22nd – What Vanessa Reads - http://whatvanessareads.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, December 23rd – Lisa Schroeder, author - http://lisa-schroeder.livejournal.com/ AND http://myspace.com/writerlisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help spread the word, and you might win a fabulous prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste THIS entire blog entry into your blog between now and December 21st, then come back to Lisa’s blog at either Livejournal OR Myspace and leave a comment with the link to your blog and you will get TWO entries to win a number of prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what you might win? Here is the list (there will be multiple winners):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ An Advanced Review Copy of THE FOREST OF HANDS AND TEETH, by Carrie Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ An Advanced Review Copy of SOMETHING, MAYBE, by Elizabeth Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Young adult novel GIRL, HERO by Carrie Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Young adult novel, THE POSSIBILITIES OF SAINTHOOD by Donna Freitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Young adult novel, UGLIES by Scott Westerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Pair of YA fairy tale retellings by Cameron Dokey (BELLE and BEFORE MIDNIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ TWILIGHT movie soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ $15.00 Barnes and Noble gift card along with some Harry &amp; David’s chocolate moose munch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ And of course, a signed copy of FAR FROM YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more chances to win, watch one or all of the VLOGs and leave a comment on that vlogger’s page, and you get another entry. That means if you post the schedule on your blog AND comment on all three VLOGs, you can have FIVE entries for the contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A live drawing with winners announced will be done by Lisa Thursday morning, December 24th, in a special holiday VLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Awesome contest, eh? Look out for my vlog on the 21st so you can get those extra entries. Good luck!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This post is taken from Liv's book review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8765225680185926087?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8765225680185926087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8765225680185926087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8765225680185926087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8765225680185926087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/huge-contest.html' title='huge contest'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2637342562455035127</id><published>2008-12-13T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:09:16.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because it's beautiful like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For Nai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i read the blog you gave me last night...it was hella long, at first I didn't think I could finish it all at once. But I changed my mind after reading a first few lines. It does not sound pathetic, it's honest and heartfelt. Trust me. Maybe you think it's so depressing to say or write down stuff like this because normally you're strong like nothing can attach you and bring you down at all; yet to me, this side of you is so nice and it needs to be shown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story about you and Brian is like...a movie. I don't know why but I just feel that. I really wanna cry right now after figuring out everything you've been through. Last time when you told me you wish you could have gotten rid of all those scars to love again I said something stupid like "don't worry and don't hesitate to love" because I didn't know such things. It was so scary you remembered what happened between you guys this correctly, like after all these years nothing have changed at all, and nothing as in your heart and your feelings. You know, some can recall how they met, how they fell in love but they don't keep in mind all the details about the clothes, the gestures, the voice, the exact words. It's love, I guess. Sometimes along the lines I feel like you're taking words out of my mouth too, I went through the same things, you know, but at a lower level. Like when you said how you guys accidentally touched and you squealed inside, how you were self-conscious when you were next to him and how happy and excited you got just because he was in the same room...and when he was there, beside you, things were like a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda selfish and unreasonable to say this but I'm jealous of you, sister. Even though it seems to have hurt you so much, I want to be in this kind of relationship too. All the moments you guys shared were so precious, so beautiful, sad or happy, awkward or comfortable. I want to be like you; remember random things about him, go mad at yourself because you forget his middle name, smile for him, cry about him, and feel his love, which, sometimes is so real sometimes not. You take every single thing about him seriously and you appreciate it, that's why it's so hard to move on. Well, when you love someone so much, you become weak, then pathetic, then unable to let go. Because letting go of him is not just letting go of somebody, but denying all the person you have given everything too. It's like denying the love  you tried your best to grow and protect, denying the past you cannot live without. If it were me, I'd not forget him either. Just look at the long post you wrote. It was a long time, a long progress of love. How could we ever agree to erase it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved Brian a lot didn't you? A person who made you go all emotional and week like that wasn't just someone you had a crush on. I think he loved you too, judging from the your conversations and the jealousy thing. But I have a feeling that he doesn't love you as much as you love him. You want to give him everything, but you're simply the girl he loves to be with, someone special but not like the first of everything. Maybe it's not true, but that's the impression I got. If only Brian had tried harder, things would have ended another way. Seems like you guys have held back a lot from each other. Because  you got upset about the story your friend made up meant you didn't feel safe with Brian, same for him since he was jealous of a lot of guys. But, above all, your love was beautiful. You should be happy because not like everyone have this kind of thing to hold on and cherish, even though it didn't go real far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just hope that in the future whenever you think of him, you'll smile, not cry. Do you think he'll come back for you?  I wish that would happen ^^ otherwise, the real prince would come and take you away hahaha. You know, I still believe in "the one" after finding out how painful your love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget Brian okay? But don't lock yourself in the past either. Someone's there waiting to meet you, whoever he is. My dongsaeng deserves the best&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2637342562455035127?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2637342562455035127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2637342562455035127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2637342562455035127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2637342562455035127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-its-beautiful-like-this.html' title='because it&apos;s beautiful like this'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-609292027114679309</id><published>2008-12-11T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:30:27.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym class wears me out</title><content type='html'>The title speaks itself...I'm so tired!!! Today we did a two-lap run at school which is about 800m and 2/3 of the second lap I ran out of energy and like most of the girls I stopped and just walked back. How sucky, I don't know how I could survive the final, tmr we'll have an exam too but much much lighter, hopefully I will get nice grade. And by the way thanks for all the good luck wishes ladies...I did okay in the Math exam, not as I expected but it was okay =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back tmr or next Monday to blog about my love for two mangas and how I finished my secret santa entry. See you soon. Have a nice weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-609292027114679309?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/609292027114679309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=609292027114679309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/609292027114679309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/609292027114679309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/gym-class-wears-me-out.html' title='gym class wears me out'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-6343211829457717865</id><published>2008-12-11T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:11:21.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seung hyun shi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 42px; font-style: italic; "&gt;happy birthday hubby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I love you to death but I'll come back later cos there's law test waiting to be prepared for =.=&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehee so your wifey is back, are you happy? Of course you're not cos you won't never be able to read this entry. But it's okay. Since I cannot wish you a happy birthday directly I'll just pour my thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they'll let you off work for today. It's a Friday so there won't be many activities (I guess) and the guys may be holding a surprise party for you with the fans too ^^ I wonder how many of the fans will come and how many cakes, balloons, cards and presents they'll bring along for you...are you excited? I am , how weird. I wish I could be there to join the fun with everyone. Are you coming home for a small get-together as well?  You should cos it's the time to be with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 18 now which means we've been together (just on my mind T.T) for more than two years hey? it's amazing that you never changed. No I don't mean styles and the likes. It's just everytime I look at you I always see the cuteness glowing, and of course, the love for dancing and being on stage too. Thanks for that Seung Hyun. Keep on trying and being yourself no matter what happens (but please cut out all the thoughtless sayings =.=). I'll be by your side and love you&lt;333 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome birthday and all your wishes come true today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-6343211829457717865?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/6343211829457717865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=6343211829457717865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6343211829457717865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6343211829457717865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/seung-hyun-shi.html' title='seung hyun shi'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-5177328596262882809</id><published>2008-12-07T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:54:54.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post secrets</title><content type='html'>Those broke my heart, esp during this time when the holiday season is coming T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img369.imageshack.us/img369/1024/wrappedpt5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/4765/magrittesd9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/6714/hauntedip1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/7781/fireflyersys5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desktop at the moment, looks sad like hell as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/2628/newpicturecd5.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-5177328596262882809?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/5177328596262882809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=5177328596262882809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5177328596262882809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5177328596262882809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-secrets.html' title='post secrets'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8699730627086396346</id><published>2008-12-06T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:18:04.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh and clean</title><content type='html'>I got my hair cut today ^^ it looks different from my old one...I actually have had the same hairstyles over the years so it feels good changing. I'm not really happy or something but I'm glad my head is lighter, less hair you know. I'll take pics if I'm not lazy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math test tmr, wish me luck!!! I need luck the whole week next week so yeah ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8699730627086396346?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8699730627086396346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8699730627086396346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8699730627086396346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8699730627086396346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/fresh-and-clean.html' title='fresh and clean'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-4471513740049421646</id><published>2008-12-05T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:21:36.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>much of a receiver</title><content type='html'>I'm so exhausted this week. Uni is wearing me out. Honestly, what's with all the crazy tests, esp gym class? I can't believe we have like five tests out of ten classes this month, one on papers and four outdoors, like wtf, are we really Banking students, or professional trainers and trainees? &gt;_&lt; Stupid stupid stupid. I swear, if I fail, I won't make a fuss over it, won't stress over it like the teachers wish us to be. The most important thing is to get good grades in Math classes. I don't like the teachers, they're so careless and tend to make things more complicated that they should be. Like last time I went to Analytic class and asked the teacher to help me solve this puzzle because I tried so hard but still got the wrong answer and he was like waving me off just for he had to go somewhere. GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post is not for ranting (I rant so much these days that it becomes a habit =.=). I wanna talk about the nice things that I received this week. First off was lil pressie from Ann. She bought me two lovely tees from Oz and they were so cool. One has this "PEACE/LOVE/GREEN" letters on it with a yellow cute thingy that looks like a chick, and one has two characters that I once saw on Sari unnie's avi, you know, the black guy and the pink girl ^^. Abigail sent me Christmas present too. I was very surprised to see it arriving so soon (thought it was MKMF gift when I received the notification). The card was awesome. I cracked up so much because when you opened it, you'd hear the wear sounds from the throat when you gulped down something, esp the beer. It sounded so real haha. And then there was the noel calendar, which was like a countdown to Christmas. I hung it up and put notes into each small bags of each day too. She also wrote me a long letter using normal paper from her notebook asking when I'm gonna go there so she can pick on me again ;D silly girl. The last thing I received was a book. Guess what? Amber WON a book from FreebookFriday Teens. I'm so happy, it's the second week and I already won something. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thao Tran&lt;/span&gt; in the winner list ^^ I never won a book before T___T it's so great. I hope I'll win more in the future so I can send them to my lovelies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more happening that warmed my heart. I saw one of my childhood friend two days ago. He came to me and asked if my name was this, I lived in that and I nodded nodded nodded and then he told me his name and OMG that was one of the kids that got the same tutor with me in primary school. How amazing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-4471513740049421646?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/4471513740049421646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=4471513740049421646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4471513740049421646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4471513740049421646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/much-of-receiver.html' title='much of a receiver'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8224665919787216147</id><published>2008-12-01T23:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:46:26.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I forgot Helgi unnie's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;What a bitch I am &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8224665919787216147?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8224665919787216147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8224665919787216147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8224665919787216147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8224665919787216147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/gahhhhh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-6060313055405585462</id><published>2008-12-01T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:46:43.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>december generosity</title><content type='html'>From this month I'm gonna post all the book giveaway contests here for everyone who might be interested in getting some good read, and for me to get back to those easily (I'm not a real lucky one so I have to join a lot you know ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) winners get whole sets of&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Princess Diaries &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meg Cabot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megcabot.com/winprizes.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(ends Jan 1st)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a set of 8 different books by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brenda Janowitz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://brendajanowitz.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-holiday-book-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (contest ended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a series of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blue Blood series&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Melissa de la Cruz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://elizabethwrites.com/blog/2008/12/booksignings-and-vampires.php#links"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(contest ended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;prize pack&lt;/span&gt; of 5 books &lt;a href="http://thepageflipper.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-prize-pack.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(ends Dec 31st)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a box of  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 6 YA books donated by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Penguin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://presentinglenore.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-giveaway-penguin-publicists-choice.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(contest ended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Triple Shot Betty&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jody Gerhman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mrsmagooreads.com/2008/12/contest-win-confessions-of-triple-shot.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (ends Dec 31st)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're So Undead To Me&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stacey Jay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://presentinglenore.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-review-and-giveaway-you-are-so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (contest ended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let It Snow: Three Holiday Stories&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;John Green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maureen Johnson&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lauren Myracle&lt;/span&gt;, a copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stephanie Kuehnert&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight Movie Poster&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://kerimikulski.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-for-ya-holiday-giveaway.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(contest ended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as many books as possible&lt;/span&gt; with total prize at $30 &lt;a href="http://bookluver-carol.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-happy-thanksgiving.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(contest ended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a book of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; his/her choice&lt;/span&gt; under $25 &lt;a href="http://katrinastonoff.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(happens every Monday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) winners, each gets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of the 3 books: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Samantha Hassen Has Rocks In Her Head&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nancy Viau&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; A Decent Ransom&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ivana Hruba&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vadalia In Paris&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sasha Watson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thestorysiren.com/2008/12/monthly-contest-december.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(ends Dec 31st)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; pack of 2 books and bookmarks &lt;a href="http://harmonybookreviews.wordpress.com/2008/12/02/december-monthly-surprise-pack-contest/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(ends Dec 29th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Far From You&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lisa Schroeder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://harmonybookreviews.wordpress.com/2008/12/15/far-from-you-contest/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(ends Dec 30th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets 2 books from the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;provided lists&lt;/span&gt; and lots of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cool stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maelstrombooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/fiercely-fawesome-first-contest.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ends Dec 20th&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets 4 books of her/his choice from&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; the piles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thestorysiren.com/2008/12/i-havent-had-contest-in-while-so-how.html#comments"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(ends Jan 16th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) winners get the book of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;their choices&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bookwormbooklovers.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-birthday-contest.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ends Jan 20th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl Week&lt;/span&gt; Special Giveaways at &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com"&gt;Review X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone&lt;/span&gt; by&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Stephanie Kuehhert&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest-i-wanna-be-your-joey-ramone.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Artichoke's Heart&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Suzanne Supplee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest-artichokes-heart.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Know It's Over &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;C.K. Kelly Martin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest-i-know-its-over.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lock and Key&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-contest-lock-key.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Braless In Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Debbie Reed Fischer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest-braless-in-wonderland.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ten Cents A Dance&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christine Fletcher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest-ten-cents-dance.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets  an ARC of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Triple Shot Bettys In Love&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jody Gehrman &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest-triple-shot-bettys-in-love.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a signed ARC of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Willow&lt;/span&gt; by&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Julia Hoban&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-contest-willow.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ellicoe Road&lt;/span&gt; by  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Melina Marchetta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest-jellicoe-road.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a signed copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Leftovers&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Laura Wiess &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest-leftovers-signed.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets a signed set of&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Jessica Darling books&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Megan McCafferty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-giveaway-update.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Also check for the author post &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/megan-mccafferty-on-jessica-darling.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) winner gets&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Stealing Heaven&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Elizabeth Scott&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest-stealing-heaven.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All end Dec 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Debbie have already signed up at Meg Cabot site to win the Princess Diaries set. It looks so damn cool, imagine one beautiful day Meg Cabot sent those 10 books to you in a great box *dies*.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit hopeless about those contests held on blogspot book sites, most of the current winners are book reviewers and the likes. T____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-6060313055405585462?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/6060313055405585462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=6060313055405585462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6060313055405585462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6060313055405585462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-giveaway-update.html' title='december generosity'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2032771578133719358</id><published>2008-11-30T06:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:22:36.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nai</title><content type='html'>I love you sister. I just want you to know that hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2032771578133719358?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2032771578133719358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2032771578133719358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2032771578133719358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2032771578133719358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/nai.html' title='nai'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-470719922758477351</id><published>2008-11-28T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:56:22.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>overexcited</title><content type='html'>My uncle and aunt went to shop for my laptop today, I didn't know if they found the right one but I'm so excited T___T it's gonna be great. I've never owned a laptop in my life before. Now I can write whenever I want,  and whenever as in in my bed lol, I won't have to fight with Dad and Mum for the comp at weekends either and it'll be easier to do Computer Science homework cos I can take it to school. Above all, it's very personal. My Dad sometimes browses through my files and makes fun of me bcos I listen to Korean music and stuff, and he keeps asking about the stories I write too &gt;_&lt; Anywho I don't think my baby will come to me any soon cos no one is nice enough to offer to bring it to VIetnam, Mum said I had to wait till next Jan or latest March. Then someone will take the laptop and my books and my shoes to me as well. Hurray! Speaking about books, Ann said she wanted to buy me some this week but my Aunt didn't let her cos she thought it was a waste T_____T Grr, like her son's Ipod and cellphone are so essential. I'm so pissed. I ran out of books to read (excluding ebooks). I had to go buy more Marc Levy next week, and some book for Debbie as a Christmas present too. I'm excited!!! We're gon go out together that day and I'll be able to enter a church (not a big deal to you but I'm Buddhist so no churches for me T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting the one shot for Secret Santa now. It sucks because I don't know where to start. Oh and I just read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Strange Bedperson &lt;/span&gt;by Jenny Crusie. That woman is the BOMB! Her stories are always sweet and sexy. You cannot but fall in love with the male lead. Last time it was I'm-the-con-man-so-you-won't-be-able-to-resist-me Davy and now it's ihavetomakeyouheadoverheelswithmebuthatemeatthesametime Nick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-470719922758477351?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/470719922758477351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=470719922758477351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/470719922758477351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/470719922758477351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/overexcited.html' title='overexcited'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8939355003331537759</id><published>2008-11-28T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:05:44.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rough translation of 1tym msges</title><content type='html'>Except Jin ; (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Happy 10th year anniversary! I really miss you a lot! I really love you a lot! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baekkie: Happy 10th year anniversary - Thank you - Please be healthy, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy: I'm always thankful. I will work hard on music. Please watch over us/look after us until the end/to the end!&lt;br /&gt;1tymers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they could have written something less random lol 10 yrs is something HUGE right? Anywho the people @ Garden did something amazing, I so want to own one of those lovely goodies,  esp the mug/tee T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Jane&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8939355003331537759?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8939355003331537759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8939355003331537759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8939355003331537759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8939355003331537759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/rough-translation-of-1tym-msges.html' title='rough translation of 1tym msges'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1885907031161564641</id><published>2008-11-27T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:26:42.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>try these ;)</title><content type='html'>A book giveaway which will give you books of your choice ^^ the total must be under 30$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookluver-carol.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-happy-thanksgiving.html"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving&lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pack of six YA books donated by Penguin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://presentinglenore.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-giveaway-penguin-publicists-choice.html"&gt;and happy readding&lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1885907031161564641?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1885907031161564641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1885907031161564641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1885907031161564641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1885907031161564641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/try-this.html' title='try these ;)'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-6493211704320134119</id><published>2008-11-24T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:48:39.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soft and sad</title><content type='html'>My two favorite songs from Beethoven Virus and East Of Eden OST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/73046155/b6e30210/Can_You_Hear_Me.html"&gt;Jang Geun Suk - Can You Hear Me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/73046715/d602bba6/Davichi_-_I_Red_Bean_I.html"&gt;Lee Hae Ri (Davichi) -  I Red Bean I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda random but...I love Geun Suk! He does perfectly in those i-love-you-but-you're-too-clueless-to-even-see roles lol, first in Hong Gil Dong, next Doremi, and now Beethoven Virus. Seriously,  he should be the main guy in that music drama, the other looks bleh and doesn't seem to be any interesting. Geun Suk playing the trumpet reminds me La C'ordo Doro Primo Passo, my favorite guy in the anime played trumpet too, and he was in love with a violinist. Too bad she rejected him T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I heart Davichi too ^^ their voices are so strong and emotional. I think they gotta work harder on stage presence tho, they're always so shy and uncomfortable. I'm a lil bit sad Min Kyung got surgery, I mean, she didn't look THAT bad, she was pretty actually. She looks older now *sighs*. Oh well, at least she sings beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more random thing, I don't know it's true but it's really crazy studying in Korea. I read this article yesterday and they said if you wanted to get into university, you shouldn't sleep more than 5 hours a day. For REAL? If I lived in that country I'd have died already ;( No wonder hubby failed the graduation exam (you loser hahaha jk). Speaking about university I hate my class staff. Stupid showing off intensified people,  esp that class secretary. Who do you think you are? Talking to us as if you're any superior. Creating class email then saying the password is for staff only? Like I'd like to have it. Gimme a break, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-6493211704320134119?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/6493211704320134119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=6493211704320134119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6493211704320134119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6493211704320134119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/soft-and-sad.html' title='soft and sad'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2410580684733588692</id><published>2008-11-24T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:06:32.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suri</title><content type='html'>You just have to love this little girl ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9194/10fl0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/5390/21bq2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/4012/26yn5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/3803/33xo4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when she leans onto her Dad/Mum when she's tired, it's just damn sweet T___T&lt;br /&gt;I hope she won't be a spoilt brat wen she grows up tho, heard that they indulge her like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2410580684733588692?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2410580684733588692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2410580684733588692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2410580684733588692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2410580684733588692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/suri.html' title='suri'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-421897831496824836</id><published>2008-11-22T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:59:15.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 giveaway books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mrsmagooreads.com/2008/11/contest-win-copy-of-how-not-to-be.html"&gt;Click me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-421897831496824836?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/421897831496824836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=421897831496824836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/421897831496824836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/421897831496824836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-3-giveaway-books.html' title='I &lt;3 giveaway books'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-6345838565784495471</id><published>2008-11-22T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:44:13.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and we start a new journey together</title><content type='html'>Guess what ladies? Me and Nai are going to write a joint fic!!! Surprised,  surprised? I hope you are. We're really excited to write even though we have yet found time, I mean, university schedules are real heavy and Nai has to work too T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story is about the YG men with Simon D, Dokki and Esens as our very special guests *coughsSHAMELESSADVERTSINGcoughs*. We're kinda tired of gangsters/hobos fics so this time it's all about high school. Who doesn't love high school hey? The main couples we have so far are (the third person is in the bracket):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy and Helgi&lt;br /&gt;Nai and Esens (Wu)&lt;br /&gt;Bee and GD&lt;br /&gt;Tia and DaeSung&lt;br /&gt;Maika and Simon D (Tempo)&lt;br /&gt;Me and Seung Hyun (Dokki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we worked on some character too, I don't wanna ruin the fun so I'mma reveal just a bit about this ;) There're two highschools. YG men, Nai, Bee, Helgi, Tia and me go to the first one. The second one is the territory of JF and Maika (we're gon add some more girls to be with Maika later okay?). The schools have been rivals for years bcos  of insertsomedramahere. Things got complicated when students from this school fall for ones from the other; Esens follows Nai and  Wu gets mad about it even he's nothing to her, Dokki and Seung Hyun fights all the time, then Maika and Nai hate each other, and we get some drama in store for GD and Bee too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in charge of creating Nai's character and she mine. I think I'm gonna make her a lil bit different this time. She's usually loud and agressive but in this she isn't. Of course Nai won't be innocent and clueless, she's just fierce in a different way. Her name in the fic is Na In. Na In is Jinu's sister and she lives with an awful Dad. Her Dad cheats on her Mum so the poor woman gets sick and passes away. After that he vents all his anger on Na In, beating her whenever he wants to. Her brother doesn't help her, he just stares every time his sister's abused. Jinu is not any  better than his Dad, he treats his girlfriend like shit too. Na In grows up in such surroundings that she starts to lose trust in men. She's defensive and quiet. She never dates. If any guys dare to touch her she'll beat them up. Sadly (or luckily?), Esens is one of them. He doesn't hit on her, but accidentally falls on top of her and touch her breasts on the bus so Na In, being herself, makes a fuss over it. Esens himself has problems with the opposite sex too. He's too wealthy that every girl that comes to him is a gold digger so he distances himself from women. After the incident Na In and Esens run into each other more and slowly become interested in one another but neither dares to show their feelings. Finally, the gentleman understands that he has to take actions to tear Na In's walls down. From there the romance begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be very fun to write ^^ I wanna make Nai a bit like a psycho. And I'm gonna let Esens have a girlfriend at first too. Dude I sound like a drama queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S NAI, we need a TITLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-6345838565784495471?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/6345838565784495471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=6345838565784495471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6345838565784495471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6345838565784495471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-start-new-journey-together.html' title='and we start a new journey together'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7594214119581546171</id><published>2008-11-21T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:45:54.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary miracle</title><content type='html'>This is my fantasy upcoming story. I got the plot completed but haven't started it yet. I wanna show off two posters I got to you guys and talk a bit bout the summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/6743/2j1jtdloh2.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by kpopchild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/8827/endordinarymiracle2uz0.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by i^am^me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's basically about a crew filming a blockbuster called Ordinary Miracle -  a story based on a rarely known legend in which the twelve most important characters were named after the months. The director is very famous and he's said to be very weird in his way of working. This time proves it right. Instead of choosing famous actors and actresses to join his movie, he decided to gather a bunch of new and young faces, some in America, some in Asia, Europe and whatnot.  Julian and Averi are lucky enough to get the main parts of the movie. Their first encounter is very confusing because they mistook their characters' names; Averi got August - a male name and Julian the opposite, so they kinda argue. They also find that the director has set a real odd rules that during the time they're with the crew, they have to address each other by the characters' names. Besides, scenes will be filmed in order no matter what, and they'll only receive parts after parts of the script so no one knows what'll happen next. Of course, they find it strange, but they enjoy this refreshing and mysterious experience nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramas happen during their process of working together. Julian turns out to be something Averi will call womanizer - he flirts with everyone and is even rumored to sleep with other girls in the cast. She hates him a lot and that effects her performance. Averi gets frustrated when she has to film with him and Julian, being a bastard, seems to love it. Averi struggles not to lose her part in the help of Jarred who has a secret crush on her, but things won't get better until she messes up a kissing scene with Julian and he himself lecturing about how she should get rid of her emotions/hatred towards him and work decently. Averi slowly stops hating Julian and unfortunately, falls in love with him. The two go through a lot to announce their love - which badly hurts Jarred and Akemi - Julian's childhood friend and an also an actress in the movie. What stresses Averi even more that as time goes by, she realizes her how life resembles to the script: how she hates Julian, how she falls in love with him and how she's fooled by Jarred and Akemi. When the movie nearly reaches then end Julian suddenly has an motorbike accident. The doctor says his health is in danger so everyone is extremely worried. At that moment, Rachel, the director's daughter, asks for a private meeting with Averi. She tells Averi that the someone said to her father that the legend has been cursed - ones who play it will get involved in the story themselves - but her father didn't listen, so now, according to what's written, Julian has to die. She says there's only one way to save him and that's Averi coming back to the past through some spell and change the tragic ending herself. So Averi starts her journey into the story, where she has to stop August from pushing July into death. She doesn't know that what's waiting for her isn't an only destined tragedy, but also some shocking truth that will change everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, that's so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7594214119581546171?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7594214119581546171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7594214119581546171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7594214119581546171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7594214119581546171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/ordinary-miracle.html' title='ordinary miracle'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2505198397365784745</id><published>2008-11-21T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:22:08.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let go</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I don't understand a bit of the lyrics, but I just simply love this song.  It was chosen as OST for two movies: The Holiday &amp; Love Me If You Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x52w8txtiQs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x52w8txtiQs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let Go - Frou Frou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Drink up baby down &lt;br /&gt;Mmm are you in or out&lt;br /&gt;Leave your things behind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all going off without you&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me&lt;br /&gt;Too busy &lt;br /&gt;Writing your tragedy&lt;br /&gt;These mishaps&lt;br /&gt;You bubble wrap &lt;br /&gt;When you've no idea what you're like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let go (let go)&lt;br /&gt;Jump in&lt;br /&gt;Oh well whatcha waiting for&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;So let go (so let go)&lt;br /&gt;Just get in&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;It's all right &lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gains the more you give&lt;br /&gt;and it rises with the fall&lt;br /&gt;So hand me that remote&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow&lt;br /&gt;Such boundless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;We've no time for later now&lt;br /&gt;You can't await your own arrival&lt;br /&gt;You've twenty seconds to comply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let go (you let go)&lt;br /&gt;Jump in&lt;br /&gt;Oh well whatcha waiting for&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;So let go (mm let go)&lt;br /&gt;Just get in&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;It's all right &lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the break down&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;So amazing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2505198397365784745?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2505198397365784745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2505198397365784745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2505198397365784745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2505198397365784745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-go.html' title='let go'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1031804094013953976</id><published>2008-11-21T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:21:11.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do we  have any gentlemen here?</title><content type='html'>Yes we do : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/5696/ygworld561qi0tw3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/8292/ygworld564nn4sn7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7358/ygworld563xk6ol9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't look that SUPA DUPA great in suits but still fly as hell hahah. It reminds me of THE REAL DVD when they performed She Can't Get Enough...who can get enough of them that time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1031804094013953976?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1031804094013953976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1031804094013953976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1031804094013953976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1031804094013953976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-we-have-any-gentlemen-here.html' title='do we  have any gentlemen here?'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8169313468907853714</id><published>2008-11-21T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:58:23.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MKMF gift</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I'll receive MKMF gift!!! Not only me but Helgi unnie too. It's amazing isn't it? I swear, this is the first time I've ever won anything in my life. How it happened? I went to Arirang and voted for Big Bang for Overseas Viewers Awards and then they chose voters randomly via a computer and the computer picked me!!! I wonder what they'll send me. Helgi unnie said I lived closer to them so I would get my gift earlier but surely I won't tell her what's in the package because it'll ruin the surprise. I hope they won't send me any DBSG stuff &gt;_&lt; I'll sell it out for sure. Well, I think I'll sell anything except Big Bang/Epik High/Davichi/See-ya/Wonder Girls/entersomeoneamberlikeshere hahah. I'm so happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered some contests to receive free books yesterday, hopefully I'll get one. Too bad When It Happens was already given. I really wanted to read it. Bestfriends in love rocks ;). I'm happy with Bloom tho, seems like a good book too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay I'mma stop now, I wanna blog more but Dad keeps telling to go to bed =.= 2 or 3 entries to come tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8169313468907853714?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8169313468907853714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8169313468907853714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8169313468907853714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8169313468907853714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/mkmk-gift.html' title='MKMF gift'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2729570761872614556</id><published>2008-11-21T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:50:24.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers' day</title><content type='html'>It was a freaking crazy day, fun tho. I've not come back to my old schools to see my teachers like 2 or 3 years (see how bad I am) so this year I decided I should do something. The celebration at my high school took place in the 19th when I had a whole day of classes and that sucked. I really wanted to have a look of the old faces, my classroom T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I went back to my middle school and primary school. Debbie had English classes and she wanted to prepare everything perfectly for her IELTS tests so she couldn't join me, but luckily I had Cherry keep me company. She changed too much since I last saw her, she gained some height and was extremely pale.  I was like O__O for a minute and then things went well. We kept bickering each other all the time and laughed at our unforgettable memories. When we got there we had to wait like one hour because the teachers were having some flower arranging contest and no one let us in. We did anything we could to catch our Literature teacher attention, I drummed on the window and Cherry poked her head in and waved at her, but she totally ignored us. Then out of nowhere my cousin popped out and told us to follow him so we could see our Math teacher. I was so nervous because I didn't know whether he realized me, so I was like "Hello teacher, err...do you remember me?" and he nodded. I was so damn happy and ran right into the room and asked him a lot of things that he couldn't even have time to answer T___T And guess who I met in that room? My technique teacher!! She was even younger than when she taught us. Cherry was very surprised to see her because back then she was like Cherry's enemy. Cherry's ex, Tien, was very interested in that teacher so he was acting really weird towards her...I thought he only wanted to make Cherry jealous, but she didn't believe. It was a bit awkward thus we only chatted a bit and then excused to see our Literature teacher. She was really nice. She was my fav teacher back then because her lessons were always awesome and she cared about us a lot. We took pictures, really nice pictures but I didn't have them here so I'd post later. The last encounter was with my English teacher. English was my best subject back then so of course I loved her too bits. She saw Cherry first and pointed at her saying "Cherry, right?" then she looked at me and paused for a while. I was so upset at the moment and my mind was shouting "OMG you don't remember me? Are you kidding? OMG OMG" but then she did and she hugged me and pinched my cheeks. It was such a great feeling hehe =D I could think about it and smile all day. She told me I didn't change at all and told me to fight against my Dad to live independently. I don't know how to tho, I'm such a coward. You know when I finished visiting my teachers from my primary school and went to this face with Cherry he called and made me go home immediately even though he was going to see his friends too. I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2729570761872614556?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2729570761872614556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2729570761872614556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2729570761872614556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2729570761872614556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/teachers-day.html' title='teachers&apos; day'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-3407416528604588502</id><published>2008-11-15T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:24:12.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter to the one</title><content type='html'>Dear Nomad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call you Nomad because the name sounds really cute, and as I said, you are wandering here and there in this world enjoying yourself at so damn cool places that you've totally forgotten about me. But hey, I'm not writing this letter to reproach you with anything, I just want to speak my mind in this peaceful Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt; concept, Nomad? I do, but I'm not sure if you lay your trust on something like that because guys, you know, they simply think that what will come will come. And they may just jump from girl to girl trying to have a whale of a time before they actually grow up and have to do cooler things than love. I hope you ain't one of these. I do not like those who take relationships too serious that they don't let their girls any space to breath, but I don't dig those who consider love as a kind os risky game either. You lose money, your career, your things in a game, but you don't lose your heart. So don't play. Be honest and fair. Even if you don't realize that I'm your girl and accidentally fall in love with someone else, remember, honesty cannot be missing. I'm not asking too much of you, ain't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so crazy that your image in my head changes dramatically as I grow up. You used to be someone I thought I was deeply in love with, then you turned into that guy I held a secret love for, and then sometimes when I was not sober enough, I pictured you as a random celeb. I was so silly right? In the past whenever I thought of you, whatever crossed my mind was perfect. But now as life went on,  it changed. I like flaws because it made you human and unique. Perfect people seem unreal and unreachable. Well, in other words, it's like I loved to buy hardcover books,  but now I think paperbacks are nicer choice ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we ever met Nomad? I'm a typical silly teenage so I only pay attention when someone's extremely good-looking pass by, so I will probably be unable to recognize you the day you come to me. Are you tall or short? Are you friendly or indifferent? Are you a good student or an infamous fighter? I'm really curious but I won't hold my hope to high, if you're not a prince then I'm happy with a normal guy (it's not like princes ain't cool you get me?). You should feel the same way too because I'm not to special. People say beauty is skin deep but mine may be so deep that I searched and searched and searched but still have got no clues. I'm not pretty at all T.T (are you upset to hear about this?) and I'm not very interesting. The only thing I can be proud of is my studying, my love for books and novelling, and my skills at annoying people. So embarrassed huh? Oh and, one more thing, I can love you with all my heart with no shame and no holding back at all, does it count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when are you going to come? You'd better hurry up cos the life line in my palm is really short which means I cannot wait for you till forever. It'll be lying to say that I've no boyfriends but at no time have I been in a real relationship, you know, all the dating and stuff. Whenever I watch romance movies or books, I always imagine that I'm the main girl who is to go through all the good and bad experiences of love and even with that I feel so happy.  Is it even cooler in real life? I'm sick and tired of crushes, I want to feel real love Nomad, the kind of love that's pure and beautiful. It ain't like the air your breath, but it becomes a part of your life that without it, you'll feel incomplete, like you have to brush your teeth at the beginning of the day or listen to some song you love before going to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things I want to do with you Nomad. I want to say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; out loud everytime I feel like. I want to make lunch for you and put them in a pretty box so your friends will be jealous of you. I want to send letters to you day after day and receive the same love notes. I want to play the old swing thing where we stand on the same piece of wood with face to face and swing from side to side in the field. I want to read a book together with you and when the ending is so sad, I'll be able to lean on you to cry my heart out and afterwards, fall asleep with my head bury in your chest and your arms around me. I want to record the songs you like and give it to you on your birthday and have you smile all month even though my voice sucks like crazy. I want to do hundreds of love scrapbook and exchange them with you on our anniversary. I want to buy couple ipods and have our names engraved at the backs of them so the whole world knows we belong together. I want to help you  get close to my dog so you can complain to him when I'm being unreasonable because you know you shouldn't bad-mouth me to anyone else. I want to see a tattoo in your chest - my name in some weird language that only we can read. I want to have my first kiss with you at the end of a snowy date - slow but sweet and caring all the way, and then when we part you'll wrap your scarf around my neck and I, in return, take off my beanie to cover your messy hair. I want to be with you when you're sad and say nothing because I only want you to know I'll be there no matter what. I'll hug you when you cry, and you know what, I have broad shoulders so you can lean on me if you wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pessimistic at times. Unrequited love is my friend so having &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt; to love and care for me is just like a dream. But for you, Nomad, and for myself, I won't stop believing. I'll wait patiently for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me and let's fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-your the one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-3407416528604588502?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/3407416528604588502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=3407416528604588502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3407416528604588502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3407416528604588502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/letter-to-one.html' title='a letter to the one'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8796043013290141917</id><published>2008-11-15T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:19:39.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang bang bang bang~</title><content type='html'>Yay our boys did it, 4 awards from MKFM =D&lt;br /&gt;artist of the year&lt;br /&gt;digital song&lt;br /&gt;best male group&lt;br /&gt;mnet portal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their special stage with Hyori was...I don't know what to say, Watch it and feel it your way. Tempo kissed Hyori on the lips. Shocking right? It cracked me up tho, it was like a peck, and he teased the fans. Some will cry themselves to sleep tonite I'm sure haha. HIs expressions were priceless, it was like " hello, i'm kissing  hyori.  Are you kidding me? HYORI! lLMAO.My baby sang" her song too. Oh god i hated that but he it and danced with her, all alone. Well, he looked so cool won't bitch on him, no chemistry either *grins*. Somehow his dancing like JT was in a cute way, cutely sexy (wtf?). think really happy bcos once said wanted to="" perform together one day. Yeah now your dream came true &gt;_&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one weird thing, I didn't see Dae Sung on stage. He was there on the red carpet but no where to be seen during the performances. I wonder what happened.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO congrats to BAM BAM once again&lt;3333 &lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOO~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8796043013290141917?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8796043013290141917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8796043013290141917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8796043013290141917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8796043013290141917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/bang-bang-bang-bang.html' title='bang bang bang bang~'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-5673949189843004956</id><published>2008-11-14T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:11:56.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to cheer somebody up</title><content type='html'>A clip of YB and two CFs, all in HQ. Have fun watching ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/89bd263a"&gt;2009 Calendar &amp; Diary - YB Promo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/195ffcc7"&gt;Cyon Edge vers.1 - TOP &amp; YB.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/b9ba91a7"&gt;Cyon Edge vers.2 - GD, SH &amp; DS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-5673949189843004956?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/5673949189843004956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=5673949189843004956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5673949189843004956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5673949189843004956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-cheer-somebody-up.html' title='to cheer somebody up'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7758970979588330040</id><published>2008-11-14T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:22:09.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cos your words touch my heart</title><content type='html'>I never know how much I love jeans til this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/olCaAEMjq7g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/olCaAEMjq7g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This side of Beyonce surprised me. I'm in love with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If I Were A Boy&lt;/span&gt; and this is even cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQJDleYBGNo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQJDleYBGNo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like this man's music, how strange, I used to dislike him a lot :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EOtG5PImuk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EOtG5PImuk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dido!!! It's been a long time since I saw her. The songs are cool as usual, and difficult for a stupid me to understand lol. This is about a girl trying to deny her love&lt;3 it sounds so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2oztRflnKGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2oztRflnKGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freeze every morning of this month too, so freaking cold. I want someone to hug me ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVenCN5-9Z8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVenCN5-9Z8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7758970979588330040?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7758970979588330040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7758970979588330040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7758970979588330040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7758970979588330040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/cos-you-sing-my-favorite-song.html' title='cos your words touch my heart'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7552047057408797360</id><published>2008-11-13T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:25:55.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a boring day</title><content type='html'>I just want to blog but I dunno what to say. I'm just a loser &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring. I went to the freaking school only to hear that the class was canceled, then I had to go back. In the afternoon we had to do some Computer Science Work and let me tell you, it was bullshit T.T I hated wasting time like this, I could have done something else like studying General Law or researching more on Advanced Math. The evening was nothing much better, I suddenly had a headache and had to lie down a while. I tried watching Japanese Classic Horror, turned out it was O__O nothing was scary,  it was like romance more than horror. Damn it!!!! The only thing that was good was Hong GIl Dong, the episode ended  with a climax so I was excited to watch more, I'm so slow tho, it was last year drama series hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving up to buy two more book at the end of next week. I'mma get And If It Were True and FInding You ^^ gotta fill my weekends with beautiful awesome love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Thursday is Vietnamese Teachers' Day, I wanna go back to my schools T___T I miss the canteen in my middle school and it'll cool to hang out with kids from primary school, it's been a long long time since we've seen each other. Oh and Jasmine is coming to my house, I'm so loved&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7552047057408797360?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7552047057408797360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7552047057408797360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7552047057408797360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7552047057408797360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/boring-day.html' title='a boring day'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8757012611161623142</id><published>2008-11-09T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:58:01.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>marc levy</title><content type='html'>This writer got me crazy T.T &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna write him a long like hell fanmail tonight to ask about Where Are You? How do I get myself out of this sadness??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8757012611161623142?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8757012611161623142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8757012611161623142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8757012611161623142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8757012611161623142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/marc-levy.html' title='marc levy'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1011741543508684710</id><published>2008-11-07T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:26:15.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50th post</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to NaNoWriMo//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this program/project/set of ideas. It makes me realize a lot of meaningful things in life. I've always loved writing, I've always wanted to write and I've plots formed in my head time and time again, some of which were invoked simply by a word I came across with the dictionary, but I actually never opened a door for them to come out. Why? Because I've been afraid and I still am. I'm afraid of not knowing how to start it in an interesting way, I'm afraid to go through the parts that I don't like, I'm afraid that the climax of a story is predictable and sloppy written, I'm afraid the end will be a huge disappointment, I'm afraid my words aren't original, my characters are alike, my dialogues are boring, my story is clique, I'm afraid that people won't like it, say bad things about it, or worse, I will hate it myself. So many obstacles lie in my way to complete a decent novel. Many are times I find myself staring at the screen not knowing what to type next, not knowing which word to use even though there're scenes popping one by one in my head. That's when I think writing is so difficult. It's difficult because I don't know as many beautiful words as others, it's difficult because I don't know how to get by with my limited vocabulary, it's difficult because I cannot provoke thoughts with a simple line, I cannot force the tears cascade with a sad scene, I cannot make the readers smile with a little action. Which even sucks is whenever I try to pull on sweet and cute, it turns out childish and silly, and if dig in plain said, it becomes tragic and surreal. I let my imagination go free, but seems like it usually ends up going the wrong way. Sometimes I read what ppl at my age or even younger write and feel pity for myself, I feel talented and useless...And then, NaNoWriMo showed me a lot of things I didn't know. There're a lot of writers who have the same problems, they don't even know what they 're doing and why they're doing it, they have friends who don't take writing seriously, they have family who don't think they can write a piece and make millions of readers enjoy it, they don't even have time to write, they're burdened with lots of responsibilities and they're too old to even start. But they joined NaNoWriMo and decided to do something huge, something they should have done earlier, because they LOVE it, and because its' their PASSION. I started my story 4 days later than everyone so I always feel so pressured writing, two days ago I had this thought of giving up, then I considered it again and I chose to continue. It's so easy giving up, it's so easy thinking you cannot do this and that is something beyond your reach but it's hard to believe in yourself, realize that you can make a difference and everything is worth trying. This is my biggest dream so If I give up, I won't be able to do anything, and a dream will only be a dream. I don't think I can finish a 50000-word story this month yet I'll do my best. There will be only some winners of NaNoWriMo this year but participants know they themsevles all win something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to go write now ^^&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend buds&lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1011741543508684710?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1011741543508684710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1011741543508684710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1011741543508684710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1011741543508684710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/50th-post.html' title='50th post'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-6970818893447953149</id><published>2008-11-06T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:44:33.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>remember</title><content type='html'>The official album of Big Bang is quite disappointing, I did expect something better, less techno-ish and more hip hop. But on the whole it was an ok one, so no more bashing and rambling lol. My favs are Remember, Sunset Glow, Haru Haru second vers and of course, STRONG BABY&lt;333. Seung Hyun sounds so damn mature and supa hot in this, I could imagine him dancing along the upbeat music; and GD's narration cracks me up, esp when he called out "hey sexy" =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6M_rzkyVVNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6M_rzkyVVNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scans of the album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/1856/bb11804ue0bq5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/7636/bb11803ai5or7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/1237/bb11805im0zj8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie's hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/3973/bb11795wt5xl3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/5831/bb11796zx8zx8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it is random but I got the translated versions of Marc Levy's Where are you? &amp; Next Time today, cheap-ass price too. I dropped at that bookstore like 265626635 times last week to ask for those so the salesclerk was kinda scared of me, I think; she pointed straight to the books as I just stepped in this morning HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-6970818893447953149?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/6970818893447953149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=6970818893447953149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6970818893447953149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6970818893447953149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember.html' title='remember'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-3240140543992464972</id><published>2008-11-05T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:58:14.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the spur of the moment</title><content type='html'>Linear Algebra and Function suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNoWriMo rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-3240140543992464972?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/3240140543992464972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=3240140543992464972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3240140543992464972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3240140543992464972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-spur-of-moment.html' title='on the spur of the moment'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-3541503180038637867</id><published>2008-11-02T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:13:03.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignoring cloud informations</title><content type='html'>So Nai sent me her latest piece and here are my thoughts on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice. The first four pages seemed so fresh. I love the new feeling you put into this fic. It's different from the ones you've written and I've read so far. Maybe it's just me but your works are always strong and loud (excuse my wording lol) since the beginning. This started softer and calmer, all the sarcasm, hatred, weirdness or whatever were all shown but to a decent extent, which makes it real and pleasant to read; as in there's no rushing or any slight expansion. Well it doesn't make sense but I know you'll get me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I wanna talk about is the theme. I LOVE SPORTS. Basketball players are hot and basketball matches are just awesome. I wanna know how you express the feelings, the passion and the difficulties they all encounter during this. I've seen gangsters and rappers in your fic, now it's time for me to see real players hey? At first I thought it was about baseball and YMGA scenes crossed my mind, along with this anime called Big Wind-up, now I know it's basketball and I'm even more excited. But hey, are Tekkie and Seung Ri tall enough to join a basketball team? They seem unqualified to me LOL. I'm so mean ain't I? Dissing my baby like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So err what's with the relationship between Na In and Wu? They had been together before this match right? Seemed like she had done something to piss him off, or worse, hurt him. Hmm could it be that she hit on some guys on Sleepy's team? (And Sleepy as a name is so O__O lol) Wu totally ignored her, even though his feelings for her were almost obvious haha. I reckon the other guys didn't know what had happened between those two ey? Oh and she worked at a lingerie shop, like you told me the other day, which was fun. Who's Hyun Ja? I don't have any guesswork. Na In is you, Yeon Hee is Tia right? Oh talk about Yeon Hee, her message to Dae Sung is so cute!!! Simple but sweet and strongly show how tight they are. They had stable bond, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, last but not least, what was the matter Seung Ri and that Chang Su guy? They were angry, which could lead to FIGHT!!! My baby is hot when he fights  but he'd better not, cos I wanna read bout the match. They can play, then fight, it sounds hotter. I don't know what I'm talking about =.= anywho, it reminded me of one scene in Inbetween The Lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what I'm saying is that I love your fic and you shall not abandon this and start another one because you leave me with a cliffhanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya my sister.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-3541503180038637867?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/3541503180038637867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=3541503180038637867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3541503180038637867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3541503180038637867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/ignoring-cloud-informations.html' title='ignoring cloud informations'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-747852381286642487</id><published>2008-11-02T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:54:16.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the other blog</title><content type='html'>I deleted the blog for my writing pieces. I can't handle two at a time, esp when I hardly  write now. If I manage to squeeze time to jot down something, I'll post it here, simpler and nicer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-747852381286642487?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/747852381286642487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=747852381286642487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/747852381286642487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/747852381286642487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/other-blog.html' title='the other blog'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-4585050198788019268</id><published>2008-11-01T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:02:02.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seven things</title><content type='html'>Seven things to do this term:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Study more of Advanced Math till I can somehow work everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get the highest score available for the 40% IT homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read as many books as possible for General Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get a scholarship for good students after this term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Save up to buy 2 books every month or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Read a book per weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Write a decent piece per month, anything I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth one is my top desire haha. Uni is so tough, I didn't expect that cos everyone said it was easier and less hectic. The truth was that we were so lost at the beginning that some would always be in the state of anxiety while the rest would just give up and lean on luck &gt;_&lt; I'll try to balance and get good results tho. Go Amber!!! = D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love postsecrets at Nai's blog. I saw it in one of All American Rejects MVs but didn't know what this was called til this morning. Props to the one who started this. I want to write some too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-4585050198788019268?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/4585050198788019268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=4585050198788019268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4585050198788019268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4585050198788019268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/11/seven-things.html' title='seven things'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-6186483877518667034</id><published>2008-10-31T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:28:05.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check this out!</title><content type='html'>They look so damn cool. I'll get one, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/5909/heroew2.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/8066/engravingipodswg4.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could I'd get a panda engraved ^^ or something in french/spanish. Like seras tu la?/ la dolce malattia.&lt;br /&gt;Will be a long way to go though. I'm madly broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-6186483877518667034?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/6186483877518667034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=6186483877518667034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6186483877518667034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6186483877518667034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/check-this-out.html' title='check this out!'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2698997299483381667</id><published>2008-10-31T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:19:45.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laptop</title><content type='html'>I want this one!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/763/512fjkgsevlss400gb3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/5838/514yfltgijlss400ua4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img512.imageshack.us/img512/5158/41ww8x8y4tlss400gk1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img512.imageshack.us/img512/4509/515ul4whqtlss400ft9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes with this awesome bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/9857/51pjzb0dohlss400wh5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/7307/41hliprg0mlss400le8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad it's only  a 14-1 inch one T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2698997299483381667?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2698997299483381667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2698997299483381667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2698997299483381667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2698997299483381667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/laptop.html' title='laptop'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-3459293151183590388</id><published>2008-10-28T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:13:33.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>favourite</title><content type='html'>song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WTYuKlaYD-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WTYuKlaYD-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many parts touch my heart although the words are simple and raw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a dreamer, waiting for the sun,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re coming in, I know my life’s begun,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me girl…When will I see your face again?&lt;br /&gt;When will you touch my life again?&lt;br /&gt;When will I breathe you in again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/SQcsKkMO6sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zXrdbcFgAYY/s1600-h/31XTJ6S1ZEL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3459293151183590388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3459293151183590388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/favourite.html' title='favourite'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/SQcsKkMO6sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zXrdbcFgAYY/s72-c/31XTJ6S1ZEL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7078911205880336129</id><published>2008-10-28T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:06:40.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>library</title><content type='html'>I went to the library to buy books for Math classes yesterday. Man the building looked like a maze. They said there were 5 floors but when I got to third floor the staircases stopped T.T i was like WTF? I asked people around but no one seemed to know. Then I decided to get down and find another way when I saw this mixed senior Hien fancied (ya know he was mixed so he was tall and pale and she thought it was great haha). So I came to him and said "Hey, do you know where the library is?" and he went like "I do, follow me!". My mind screamed YAY and i did as told. He was nice, He walked really slowly and turned back at times to see if I could keep pace with him ^^ then we reached the destination and I said thanks and parted our ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met another one in the library, he was a freshman like me, from class 01. He asked me if I was from class 02 and then we chatted all the way down to exit. I was kinda freaked out cos he was very open so when I went out I was bowing to him like he was a upperclassmen. I think I surprised him. He was like O__O so I ran away. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy for I met two nice guys that day. You know I'm good really good at associating with the opposite sex,  they usually ignore me &lt;_&lt; and it's so hard to find people that are willingly to help you. I hope I ran to them again someday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7078911205880336129?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7078911205880336129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7078911205880336129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7078911205880336129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7078911205880336129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/library.html' title='library'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-4744081433148463759</id><published>2008-10-28T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:51:57.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very first classes</title><content type='html'>I started official school this week!!! Nothing much to say yet but it seems less stressful and hectic than highschool. I was let off English this term so I will have like 3-day weekend hehe, ain't it cool? I like General Law, it was clear and familiar but Math was kinda confusing at the beginning TT___TT I hate to say this but I'll have to spend more time researching on this. Geez, Math is like my lifelong enemy, in year 12th I studied it so hard cos I thought there was no Math at uni, turned out it was even WORSE. Nvm, I'll manage to do it well somehow. I only need to attend classes four days per week for 3 subjects,  will be such a shame if I do not get great grades =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the professors are okay ^^ I like the one came from Law Institute, he wasn't that strict as he might look. Besides he made things less complicated and closer to life, the IT one was cool too, he loved to joke and he got cool IT stuff to show us. He was damn rich. I couldn't believe he bought those PDAs, iMac at once O__O . I want to be rich when I graduate too haha. I didn't like the Math professor, he went so fast and kept on saying we had not much time then let the whole class come home half an hour ealier, and yeah, I just discovered that he tended to mess easy stuff up so they would look difficult. Grr and his voice bugged me, if you came form the North speak like a North, no need to imitate a South &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Math tomorrow, I hope it won't be that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-4744081433148463759?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/4744081433148463759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=4744081433148463759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4744081433148463759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4744081433148463759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/nice-people.html' title='very first classes'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8900042679506477157</id><published>2008-10-25T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:29:34.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chaotic kitchen</title><content type='html'>I swear I never cooked again T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so crazy, me and Debbie messed up everything with our plans on making a lot of great food to celebrated her belated bdae together. Turned out we had no potential just on being &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt; cooks. My fried rice was like, as Buu said, so amateurish. The shrimps were so flat, the beans were hard and the rest was boring. I was so sad to hear that, it hurt a lot. But that wasn't the worse part though. The pancakes and cakes were. We had this recipe from this one site showing how to bake a nice cake in 5 mins. Debbie got some pasty bunch of powder and when I tried, my production was something as hard as rock, it was like a foam rubber being eaten from the inside by insects. It sucked, BIG time. The pancakes were nice after a few times and nice as in edible. It looked so horrible though, no one wanted to have a piece of them =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were such losers in the kitchen haha.&lt;br /&gt;But we did have fun and I was glad about it. I missed Debbie already T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8900042679506477157?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8900042679506477157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8900042679506477157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8900042679506477157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8900042679506477157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/chaotic-kitchen.html' title='chaotic kitchen'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1723830634612635089</id><published>2008-10-22T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:38:00.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't get to bandage</title><content type='html'>The military teacher was so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated to perform that grenade thing yet he made us do that &gt;_&lt; I wanted to bandage, I'm good at it. Why couldn't I do that? His verbal commands were too fast as well, like everyone hardly caught up with them. I thought I did okay, but I wouldn't get supa dupa grades. He told us Trang did badly so she was kind of upset. I hope we'll all pass. Don't wanna spend another month studying this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1723830634612635089?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1723830634612635089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1723830634612635089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1723830634612635089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1723830634612635089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-didnt-get-to-bandage.html' title='i didn&apos;t get to bandage'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1149378806335423015</id><published>2008-10-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:13:12.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in japan</title><content type='html'>They looked so fresh, minus those tight pants T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/2291/224802656127319207nm2zy1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/1457/439818502247108178jd9oc1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/6295/792405137167943515ja1yu5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/2442/2008102310420821001sa6tt1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did he become THIS mature?  i love that bad boy look on his face, like "i'm the type that just don't care" puahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/6059/156v19ssq1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/1771/2q9ar7aiq6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1149378806335423015?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1149378806335423015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1149378806335423015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1149378806335423015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1149378806335423015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-japan.html' title='in japan'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-3893922277601046798</id><published>2008-10-21T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:41:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and if it were true...</title><content type='html'>Sounds familiar? No doubt, for this is the title of the book which was turned into the somewhat famous movie Just Like Heaven. Have you ever watched it? If you have, it's cool, if not yet, I suggest you read the book instead. Why? Bcos the screen production was so different from the original,  and I can guarantee that the author Marc Levy is a genius ; D. I really love to read from him; he's an architect yet he writes and writes about love. True, pure, beautiful love. Love that wins every damn single war in this universe, even against the greatest beings. I was appealed to this book La Prochaine Fois last week when Trang and Truc were talking about it during one break on my military classes, you know, it was about something fanatasy, and fantasy was never old. So I asked to borrow it and now I'm glad I did. It was simply magical, the lead characters had to go through so much pain and difficulties to recognize each other, fall in love with each other and to stay together, but despite how many lives it took, they never gave up. I esp liked this part when they said if you had one unfulfilled promise with your love in this live,  you two would surely meet again in the next one. So come and make a vow to your special person =D. And then there was Sept jours pour un éternité which was even more interesting. The story was about a fight between the Good and the Evil, or more exactly, between their representatives. An angel and a devil in love, not so surprising but neither so typical. I really dig the way he elaborated how different they were from each other, because they were like, at the other side of everythings. It makes love even more amazing, like, when you're in love, you'll try your best to feel belonged with him/her, but you won't ever lose yourself. The best part must be Lucas' confession to Zophia. He was like "I love you. I miss you all the time, I feel you everywhere I go blah blah blah" then he went on "you know, I didn't think I could say such things, as these words didn't belong to my world". So freaking awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna read the rest of his books and decide which to buy soon. If only they would translate these to English. I cannot read in French,  and Vietnamese versions seemed weird sometimes =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-3893922277601046798?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/3893922277601046798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=3893922277601046798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3893922277601046798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3893922277601046798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-if-it-were-true.html' title='and if it were true...'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8237873824018872622</id><published>2008-10-20T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:09:00.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>msges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Debbie&lt;/span&gt; // you're pe bie, i'm pe bo, note that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nai&lt;/span&gt; // i can't wait until tuesday babe T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bee&lt;/span&gt; // have u started your job training yet? did they give you free sandwiches ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Helgi&lt;/span&gt; // i miss you too unnie, let's chit chat on MSN soon oki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sophia&lt;/span&gt; // don't just come online and sleep so that we can talk, buzz me this weekend alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;everyone else&lt;/span&gt; // have a nice day ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8237873824018872622?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8237873824018872622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8237873824018872622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8237873824018872622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8237873824018872622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/msges.html' title='msges'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-5263962583118510775</id><published>2008-10-20T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:54:31.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart his mixtape</title><content type='html'>Guess who he is? Haha, so obviously, the one I'm talking about is dokki ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's simply awesome. I love his style, I love his voice and his attitude (through the songs of course). When Nai told me he was only my age I was damn surprised, cos I wouldn't expect that. I mean, he did look more mature and he could produce his mixtap, which, let me tell you what you may already know, is full of amazing songs. I'm not a fan of plain rapping to be honest, like a lil singing will be good. But this totally blew me away. I think I've started to like Movement now. Yeah, I'm so crazy I'm so slow but who cares. It's really brilliant of them to put much thoughts into their lyrics and compose such unique beats. Like this circus 2008 song, it sounds so oldskool and really drives my thoughts to a real circus back in the days. There're also MC pt. 1, pt. 2, Mindtap, Microphone Solo, Die Legend (btw what the hell is that? =O) and many more. My most favourite song must be ★ cos dokki is too cute in it. I don't really who what he's driving at but all the English lines as "to my lil boo" "ya know I lurve you girl" and "bogoshipbo" are enough to get me hooked, so romantic&lt;333. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee told Nai i was gushing about my love for dokki the other day, it cracked me up but somehow it was true. Perhaps I'm going crazy about him soon, and I know nothing about him YET. Oh and btw, Debbie thinks dokki is cute, and surprisingly, she likes Movement too. That's why l love you Debbie, but I love dokki more, more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-5263962583118510775?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/5263962583118510775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=5263962583118510775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5263962583118510775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5263962583118510775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart-his-mixtape.html' title='I heart his mixtape'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-395304761979736354</id><published>2008-10-19T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:13:43.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the one and only debbie</title><content type='html'>Present time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img373.imageshack.us/img373/5029/forbee1ua1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al lil artwork piece ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/9214/forbee2nw2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter from me ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chokeuponwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/166/cc4sf4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/259/dsc01615vw9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real present. Forgive me, my wrapping skills ain't that great TT___TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:36.0pt;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;Linh iu dau, ban Thao viet blog tang ban Linh nhan ngay SN ne. Tinh hinh la tao dang nghe bai teng ta reng teng teng nen tao wen het tron roi. Thoi ke, viet nham dai, ai mun doc thi doc, ma chac ko ai doc, vi cha ai hiu dau. Eh may thay may vinh hanh ko? Chi co entry nay tao viet tieng Viet thui nhe, SN Seung Hyun tao cung ko he viet tieng Han nhe. Sao, hom nay vui ko? Hoi vay thoi chu tao biet may ko co tao sao vui noi, dac biet la giong hat that la wa tuyet cua tao. De tao hat tang may mot bai nhe, tao cho may chon 1 trong 3 bai: Tell Me, Secret Love hoac Don't Trust Men. Hay la may muon tao va Dokki song rap tang may? Se ghe lam day T.T you might know my name but you don't know who I am hahah. Eh may tao mun toi ngay thu bay wa, di hoc hoai chan mun chet, may ong thay noi tam bay tam ba, ko he bit ji ca, may ong doc cau ji do ko he co dau duoi buc het suc buc &gt;_&lt; Bua do tao chien com chay chao nha may luon day, xong mot dua mi goi mot dua com nguoi, may nghi bua trua co thu vi ko? Xong bon minh hat cho ca xom may nghe nha, hat lam sao de nguoi ta wang hai dua ra khoi do rot trung cho kem BUD'S khoi di bo ra cho mac cong haha. May thay tao tung ko? Wa tung la dang khac. Hom wa do, tao di mua wa cho may tao thay hai ba kia sen lam, tu nhien hoi con nhau ten ji roi khoe di hoc o truong quoc te nao do, ghe lam nhe hai em be ko he lai Anh lai My gi ca ma ten Elina, Selina, tao muon cuoi ma khong cuoi noi. Mot tao voi may cung lam the nhe =D cho chung chui. Noi nghe ne, mot may lay YB hay dat ten con la Duncan, con lay Duncan dat ten con la YB nhe, cho Duncan va YB wanh lon nhau. Tao thich gia dinh Sean may oi,  gia dinh co hai em be map map thich Bam Bam, ti tao gui hinh hai vo chong cho may coi, de thuong lam T.T Eh thui noi nham vay du roi nhe, vo van de chinh va ket thuc luon van de nhe. Chuc ban Linh SN vui ve nhe. Iu ban Linh nhiu lam nhe, iu nhat tren doi nhe (noi xao day) hoho. Cham dut tai day. Muahzzz&lt;333                                                                                              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&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/5966489461965952489-395304761979736354?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/395304761979736354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=395304761979736354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/395304761979736354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/395304761979736354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/03.html' title='for the one and only debbie'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7091454819460908406</id><published>2008-10-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:32:12.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>show off</title><content type='html'>I was bored so I took pics of my writing sheets collection =D Bee, pick one and I'll write to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/1328/12gq8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressie from Ann a few weeks ago =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/4976/11ss8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ann last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/2266/01sd6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/7259/10gt6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruitsss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/8869/01cx9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img76.imageshack.us/img76/6438/02wt6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old ones. I wrote to Bee in that blue sheet and Nai yellow. My favs of all time ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/299/09nx7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought by my cousin Peter during his trip to Thailand. I've never used those cos they looked so childish puahaha. They're cool tho&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/1825/04lt8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressie from Phuong Anh ^^ those are japanese sheets, so they look so diff from korean ones. I used that blue dottie one to write to Seung Hyun on his bdae. Not sure if he got it tho T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/2007/08yr8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/930/06kn1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them? You do I know, you just have to LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/3377/07nb4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notebooks&lt;33333 You can see my WinnieThePooh case in the back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I'm too lazy to blog more =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7091454819460908406?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7091454819460908406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7091454819460908406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7091454819460908406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7091454819460908406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/show-off.html' title='show off'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-6479681709382791366</id><published>2008-10-16T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:20:17.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honey &amp; clover</title><content type='html'>I love this anime. Mayama is stupid and selfish,  Ayumi deserves more than this after everything she's tried to make him hers.&lt;br /&gt;Unrequited love is tragic, and guys, they don't know a single thing about this bcos they're igorant, almost not-on-purpose heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-6479681709382791366?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/6479681709382791366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=6479681709382791366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6479681709382791366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/6479681709382791366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/honey-clover.html' title='honey &amp; clover'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8744102469559668383</id><published>2008-10-14T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:22:52.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovescream</title><content type='html'>i used google to translate some of the songs i like...most of them do not make sense ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fallin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'  for you like a trap, &lt;br /&gt;Insane everytime I hear you callin' my name&lt;br /&gt;Wild in the game's all-in &lt;br /&gt;I scrambled to empty my brain&lt;br /&gt;I'm chain-smokin', coughin' and chokin'&lt;br /&gt;I was going along the orbit at stake here for you&lt;br /&gt;I was frustrated, we all burnt&lt;br /&gt;Love is pick up the ashes and I have started&lt;br /&gt;Spare a lot of eyes, easily lost dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped in a remote island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 습관&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' at each other from behind is so different  &lt;br /&gt;Dried flowers in your room, just the same&lt;br /&gt;That's a smile to hide everything, &lt;br /&gt;Breath hold-up pillow embedded in the deep pain&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing fair in this vanity fair&lt;br /&gt;I just brought the ruins of corruption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8744102469559668383?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8744102469559668383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8744102469559668383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8744102469559668383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8744102469559668383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovescream.html' title='lovescream'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7996761298956761198</id><published>2008-10-14T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:36:33.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is why I love my iTunes</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Nai's blog : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colbie Caillat - Bubbly (so true haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann - 기억만이라도 (At Least I Remember) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you friends see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - 흔들어 (Shake it) (ah yeah i'm crazy like that =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will you ever fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - 바보 (Idiot) (my iTunes knows how I am =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is you and your lover's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love (oh yeahhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you have true friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-Eugene ft. Danny - 그댄 내 가슴에 (그댄 In My Heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is you &amp; your best friends' theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aly &amp; AJ - I'm Here  (this is a love song!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys - If I Ain't Got You (am i destined to be heartbroken?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How was high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David A. - When You Believe (it was the exact theme song for my high school year!!! Once again, iTunes is awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How was college like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Ji Eun - 보고싶어요 (I'd Like To See)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is the best thing about your lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - 거짓말 (LIes) (How great &lt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1TYM - Can't Let You Go (&lt;333)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You and your family are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.I ft. JT - Dead And Gone (hello, we're still here, the same old ppl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is today going to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 - Tangled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - Number 01 (stupid iTunes, it was last weekend lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What song describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpsons - Pieces Of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou - Besieged (no thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon D ft. Dokkie - 서커스 2008 (Circus 2008)  (wth?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you see the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YMGA - Get Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will you live a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin' Park - Breaking The Habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1TYM - 몇 번이나 (How Many Times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon - Stand By Me (^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What does your lover wish for you to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epik High - Fallin' (are u really falling into me? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved (then i'm not loved now? T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What song will be your wedding first dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie J - Daddy's Little Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You could make yourself happy by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu. ft Jnu - Don't Stop (woohooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The song of your life is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good (I"m good!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7996761298956761198?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7996761298956761198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7996761298956761198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7996761298956761198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7996761298956761198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-i-love-my-itunes.html' title='this is why I love my iTunes'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-4925825036764872754</id><published>2008-10-14T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:38:22.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I talked to Phuong last night and she told me something I never ever expected. Khai cheated on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how I should feel about this. It was plain shocking. Off any guys in this world, he was the last person I thought could do such a cruel thing. Where did that "obviously comes from a fiction" guy go to? Where is the guy who passed notes to her in class even though they just met two minutes earlier? Where is the guy who stayed sleepless all night just to fulfill her part in the group work cause she couldn't do that? Where is the guy who drove a long way to buy her favourite breakfast in the  morning no matter how sleepy he was? Where is the guy who came to our class every single day just to stroke her hair? Where is the guy who only smiles cheerfully at no other girls but her? Where is the guy who cried when his mother prevented him from continuing to be together with her? Where is the guy whose face is brightened by the reference of her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so sad. I felt like the whole thing I built about him, the emotions, the pain, the feelings, everything meant nothing from that moment. In my eyes he was like someone so sacred that I could not touch, but then, he turned out to be so ordinary, even sickening. There's nothing wrong with your heart changing, with you falling in love with someone else but why lying bout it? Phuong was so great to hold it back when she read that lovey dovey message that girl sent him, if i had been in her shoes, I thought I couldn't have done anything other than bursting out crying. Five years is really something, esp when he promised to get married to her as soon as they've finished college, and I swear, not only Phuong but everyone believed it. So why did he do that? Why did he try to cover the secret with incessant lies? That was stupid. That was heartbroken. I'm so disappointed at him. A guy like him should have stood in front of her and say "I love someone else" instead of insisting things are fine when they're not. A guy like him should have apologizes to her rather than blaming her for being so childish and selfish. A guy like him should have done all the things he could to make her feel better. On the contrary, all he happened to give was denial and playing it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for Phuong. I'm sorry for myself. For we both are in love with a liar. I'm officially over him now. Over everything. I hope he'll realize someday that he has lost the best girl in this world when he looks back to his past with Phuong. I hope he'll be tortured by the same pain she's suffering. She deserves someone better. I deserve someone better, even if it's an one-sided love. Maybe not someone who seems perfect like him, but someone who loves us enough to know what we want is TRUE and TRUTHFUL love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I don't care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-4925825036764872754?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/4925825036764872754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=4925825036764872754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4925825036764872754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4925825036764872754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/liar.html' title='liar'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1397481282051166602</id><published>2008-10-12T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:40:06.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>environment</title><content type='html'>Those people in this country are all crazy, from the youngs to the olds, from the highly educated citizens to poorly informed ones. They don't know what they are doing to the environment anymore. Seems like polluting it has become an essential part of their lives, something they unconsciously do and won't be able to get rid of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many countries in the world that have people peeing all the way around, but Vietnam is surely one of them. These sickening men answer the call of nature anywhere they go: the streets, the parks, the garages, even your house's exterior walls. They do it shamelessly, and some, if drunk enough, never bother to look around...I have once seen a young guy peeing right in front of a bunch of girls and then proudly doing his zipper, turning to us and grin like an innocent... when will this ever stop? I don't even know. I feel so stupid and ashamed to reveal such a thing but it's the truth,  and it pisses me off to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only Vietnamese polluting their environment, they also allow foreigners to commit this so called crime as well. The government could say a bunch of bullshit about Vedan Corp. being so secretive about dumping their waste into Thi Vai river but no one sane would buy it. Like after more than damn 10 yrs, not a soul will realize what's happening to the air, the fish, the trees, the water? Just that you greedy authorities are to blinded by the money they've been bribed to even see how if affected people's lives, well, not until the press came the picture and let on the disgusting secret. Now they blamed everything on Vedan and they,  being as great as they are, encouraging everyone not to buy Vedan products to protect the environment. Laugh my asses of for these high and mighty people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now talk about ordinary people and their seemingly oh-so-safe habits. I believe that we all know plastic stuff can not be destroyed and is dangerous to the environment but yrs by yrs we here still use it because it's so popular that no one has the heart to abandon such a useful material. I understand why, but they overuse it so much. Last month I went to the super market with Debbie (I don't go there often cos Mum usually buys food at small markets) and saw people at the vegetables section happily taking free plastic bags and most of them took more than needed. Some told me they could not put all the kinds of vegetables into one bag, but tell me, why use a HUGE bag to carry ONE potato? And then, it's obvious, they will soon throw the bags away as soon as they get home. Use the PAPER bags please, or at least,  cut down on the plastic ones! I don't think it's that hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have recently been a lot of environmental campaigns and many and many are nice enough to join them. But, sadly, none of them are really heartily about this. We can spot a lot of teens on the streets wearing shirts with slogans as I&lt;3 myearth,  I&lt;3mycity, I'magreeaners or bags with cute messages but they're also ones who scatter refuses around &gt;_&lt; So what on earth are you wearing those for? So stupid...there're even plastics bags with I'm not a plastic bag printed on it. So sad, so sad. Sometimes doing such a simple thing like putting refuses onto a waste baskets is considered weird because everyone else just conveniently throw them around. Last weekend I was looking for a place to dump my bread wrapper and Hien was like "why? you're so crazy walking a long distance just to do it, throw it here". Ha, so that's the modern teenager; smart, positive and active? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope we'll do it together to keep our countries and the whole world green. Well, firstly, for our children to sit on a load shit of garbage to learn military like I do .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1397481282051166602?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1397481282051166602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1397481282051166602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1397481282051166602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1397481282051166602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/environment.html' title='environment'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8468960868005567720</id><published>2008-10-06T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:41:33.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby baby</title><content type='html'>Big Bang - No.1 MV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xRsOdmsvME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xRsOdmsvME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby looks so fioneeeee in this. You're so cool Seung Hyun, I lurve that spikey hottie hair, it's back in the house!!! Just one thing, don't seduce girls, you have me, you can be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; number one only. I'm jealous of them chicks in that club TT_____TT *grabs knives and guns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8468960868005567720?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8468960868005567720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8468960868005567720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8468960868005567720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8468960868005567720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-baby.html' title='baby baby'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2288897858701991278</id><published>2008-10-06T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:48:31.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sophia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 42px; font-style: italic; "&gt;happy birthday sophia unnie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya just love the big text? hehe iIm so retarded but it looks so great as a bdae title. &lt;br /&gt;So how's the big day going for you? I hope it's been great so far cos this occasion is really really really special ^^ well, I really suck at birthday wishes (you know, I'm always repeating the same things to diff people)  so I'm just gon write how I feel about you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a really good sister unnie : ) You taught me a lot of things I don't know, from the slangs to the music, from how to deal with uncool people to getting over problems in life. Although sometimes you're really strict and overprotective over us, I'm glad to have you as someone who will guide me and help me out. There were times I was seriously down, then I talked to you, just a few minutes,  and all left was relief and happiness. You showed me how to be independent, how to be strong; you encouraged me to do better in everything even though I wanted to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, my first impression of you wasn't that good. Maybe it was because I was so timid and anti-social that I jumped to the conclusion that you were so damn scary. but I was completely wrong. You were anything but scary, well, at least to me. Our first conversation turned out so fun and comfortable. I still remembered how you said my name was cute and that my mum was so cool to name me differently from others, and I still remembered how I squealed when you told me your long beautiful name as well ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had good times being with you unnie, maybe sometimes you make me feel upset, but you're still one of my bestfriends. You indulged me so much TT___TT I couldn't be more spoilt during all these years. I love all your presents you bought me, I'm really thankful for them. You couldn't imagine how I drooled over the tshirts and the DVD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cannot write a longer entry cos my mind has gone blank now. But all I want you to know is that you mean a lot to me and I always love you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, happy birthday my love&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2288897858701991278?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2288897858701991278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2288897858701991278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2288897858701991278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2288897858701991278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/333.html' title='sophia'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1645977569381443665</id><published>2008-10-05T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:39:50.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless</title><content type='html'>Can you tell me how it feels to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes I think I love you so much that being heartbroken becomes a habit, yet sometimes I don't think I love you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many's the times I've wondered if I really love you, or I just love &lt;span style="color:dd321c;"&gt;l o v e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I in love with you if I think about you every single second? Am I in love with you if the first thing that crosses my mind when I'm alone is your face? Am I in love with you if every sad love song reminds me of how we are? Am I in love with you if all the guys I see resemble you this way or that? Am I in love with you if every time I check a pen, I unconsciously scribble your name? Am I in love with you whenever I want to write about love, I end up writing about you? Am I in love with you if I wish that genuine smile were for me only? Am I in love with you that I pray someday you will stroke a hair and place a kiss on top of my head like you always do to her? Am I in love with you if my breath becomes rapid when you're next to me? Am I in love with you if your single  "huh?" when I call your name makes me happy all week? Am I in love with you if I try my best to my task faster so that I can have a little bit more time to look at you? Am I in love with you if I always long for physics class because I know this is the only time I can see you up close? Am I in love with you if I feel like I'm lucky all day just by seeing you for one second in the morning? Am I in love with you if I jump like a baby for you say my palm looks like yours? Am I in love with you if I wanna plug my ears when they talk about you and her together? Am I in love with you when it's so hard to hold back tears when she tells me you say you miss her though she's next to you? Am I in love with you if I'm jealous of every girl you talk to? Am I in love with you if I only realize how nice my name is after you call it? Am I in love with you if you're the first one I tail like a stalker? Am I in love with you that all the entries about you, even this one, makes me feel so pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I in love? Am I? Or is it just that I want to be in love so bad that I force myself to think that I'm madly in love with you? Is it just because I don't have the heart to let go of these special feelings that I pretend not to be able to let go of you? Is it just because that I hate feeling alone and hopeless that I have to hold on to someone special? Is it just because you're so like those guys I love in fictions? Is it because you're the only one that I know I will NEVER have a chance to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're so many things alike love in this world that we ordinary human cannot tell from the real one. I want to know it, I want to feel it, I want to experience it just once in my life, even if it's unrequited love. Can you show me what is love? Can you tell me why it feels so crazy to look into your eyes? Can you put into words how your heart throbs when some you love tell you they love you too? Can you help me figure out how the first kiss will taste upon my lips?  Can you describe the feeling of being  in the arms of your one and only love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or simpler, can you tell me if &lt;span style="color:dd321c;"&gt;I'm really in love with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1645977569381443665?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1645977569381443665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1645977569381443665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1645977569381443665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1645977569381443665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/clueless.html' title='clueless'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-875033874204563827</id><published>2008-10-05T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T05:03:46.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suicide</title><content type='html'>Why is everyone committing suicide? Where has this world gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing that please. Lots of people want to live, want to cry, want to be hurt, want to face the depression, want to feel like there's no one else by their sides just to know they're ALIVE. Don't throw away your precious lives no matter what happens, because some don't even have their own to decide what to with them. Be strong and go on, fight back if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-875033874204563827?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/875033874204563827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=875033874204563827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/875033874204563827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/875033874204563827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/suicide.html' title='suicide'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8213226602327611015</id><published>2008-10-02T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:56:14.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to talk about right now. It's been a while since I last blog,  well, not really, but still a long time to me. I'm so lazy to type hehe. But I just found some energy back so I'm gonna post something before it goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I changed my skin today ^^ I'm so in love with Nai's that I got one which looks practically the same as hers but in different colour. The original was green, but I edited it to be red *runs from the creator*. You won't mind it, will you, Nai? Looks like we have couple skins lol, no, sisters skins to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole month I'm gonna study something like military service. Don't be scared, it ain't what you think =) in fact, things are quite simple and interesting. All we gotta do is to get a hold of government policies and practice some basic skills in the battle-field. The theory periods are damn boring to be honest, but I have fun practicing. Like today we learned about movements used in fights. We had to crawl, creep, drag our feet, in a weirdly special way of course. My elbows were scratched bcos of the crawling one, some of the girls in my group even bled T.T but I don't think they minded at all. We knew how to do a lot of stuff now, including joining parts of a gun. Amber knows how to use AK rifle, so don't mess with her LOL. Oh and I like the teachers too, some are so damn funny. The one who taught formation and line-up was always like "brighten your face but do not smile" but he himself smiled dorkily all the time, and this one who was in charge of training us this morning was so talkative and silly. Man, it'd better be fun like this all month bcos I hate the place that they chose for us to study, that park sucks like hell &gt;_&lt; all muddy and dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Nai these days and she brought me such precious inspiration for my writing, it was like I wanted to finish every story I left undone : ) I think I'm gonna slow down Some Kind Of Art progress and start to rewrite Pour Me Some Love, then the bdae fic for Debbie. "Best friends in love theme" is back&lt;333 Doncha just dig it? I do, I'mma put some zoo scenes in it too. I love the zoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8213226602327611015?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8213226602327611015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8213226602327611015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8213226602327611015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8213226602327611015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/hectic.html' title='hectic'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1288940442169384451</id><published>2008-10-02T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:12:34.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics</title><content type='html'>Read and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1분 1초&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BuQBlyNQHPQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BuQBlyNQHPQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I see you no matter where I look&lt;br /&gt;(My crumbling heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hide&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice no matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;(My broken heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breathe&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you were having a bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;You said your eyes were puffy, and fell back asleep&lt;br /&gt;Sulking, I silently took off my jacket,&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the phone and ordered take out&lt;br /&gt;Closed the curtain, and without knowing how many hours passed&lt;br /&gt;Watching DVD’s&lt;br /&gt;(Just you and me)&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your breath as you leaned against my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it was a good thing we didn’t go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculously these thoughts still torment me&lt;br /&gt;I unexpectedly remember the jokes that you made and I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Moments that are really no big deal upset me&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember the faces that you used to make and I break apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I see you no matter where I look&lt;br /&gt;(My crumbling heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hide&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;(Even if time stops, my heart stops)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice no matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;(My broken heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breathe&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you went, at the bar right at the corner&lt;br /&gt;When you sat in your little corner&lt;br /&gt;You laid your hands on top of each other on your left leg&lt;br /&gt;When you were tired and yawned, you kept the tears you wiped away&lt;br /&gt;And you would smile like an idiot, showing the dimples in your two cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you drank water&lt;br /&gt;The pinky that you raised&lt;br /&gt;The glossy black hair that could blind&lt;br /&gt;I thought your clumsy chopstick skills were charming&lt;br /&gt;Your full lips, I hoped it would be forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is lov to the e&lt;br /&gt;This autobiographical memory twists my heart&lt;br /&gt;Flips me upside down, with never ending tears&lt;br /&gt;See love could shake a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;The raindrops that blow against my feelings, one drop&lt;br /&gt;The little memories&lt;br /&gt;Like how this glass of alcohol becomes empty, our small memories became transparent&lt;br /&gt;Even though I try to bring it back&lt;br /&gt;The memories of us I can never make it again&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday night’s dream it’s so clear, but it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;(damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I see you no matter where I look&lt;br /&gt;(My crumbling heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hide&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;(Even if time stops, my heart stops)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice no matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;(My broken heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breathe&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, (for one minute, one second)&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, (for one minute, one second)&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, (for one minute, one second)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;(The whisper that takes my breath away)&lt;br /&gt;For one moment&lt;br /&gt;(Our sweet secrets)&lt;br /&gt;For us who is as sad as our love was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;(Can my tears still remember you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;(Our quirks and habits)&lt;br /&gt;For one moment&lt;br /&gt;(The beautiful moments)&lt;br /&gt;Still for one moment&lt;br /&gt;For one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t go back&lt;br /&gt;(For one minute, one second)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_E7UGPQswL8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_E7UGPQswL8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My ankles start to sink in the rain&lt;br /&gt;My eyes start to sink in tears I once held back&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticking of clock in empty room&lt;br /&gt;Noise of rain kissing the roof&lt;br /&gt;Wearing that coat for first time in a while, a ring in the pocket&lt;br /&gt;memory seeps through the fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out into Seoul's night, it's been some days&lt;br /&gt;Puddle becomes a small mirror&lt;br /&gt;In that I stumble along, cos it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I'm like a chair with an odd leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella that was small for two of us&lt;br /&gt;That seemed like an island in a cold world&lt;br /&gt;It's now too big and awkward&lt;br /&gt;My left shoulder always used to be drenched&lt;br /&gt;Burdened by memory, I drop my head, there&lt;br /&gt;Shoelaces are undone as if they're chucked away&lt;br /&gt;But there's only rain and wind around, no,&lt;br /&gt;no-one to hold the umbrella up for me, and I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankles start to sink in the rain&lt;br /&gt;My eyes start to sink in tears I once held back&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an umbrella over my head&lt;br /&gt;Night with cold rain dripping on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;You being beside me became a habit of mine&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on without you, alone in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puddles of heaven's tears on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Moon that shines through star-covering clouds&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome noises from shoes along the alley&lt;br /&gt;I turned around, anxious, it was only an echo of mine&lt;br /&gt;Shadow that looked just like myself&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't see each other, us&lt;br /&gt;Are we separated, at last? I draw an answer&lt;br /&gt;drawing in mind, and the answer, I smudge them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella that was too big in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;that unfolded from the world that made me cry&lt;br /&gt;that blossomed with everlasting promise&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's torn up above two broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;You'd never be there even if I turn around&lt;br /&gt;My hands would be deep in my pockets&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I freely walk around, my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Will soak up too easily, even in a drizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankles start to sink in the rain&lt;br /&gt;My eyes start to sink in tears I once held back&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an umbrella over my head&lt;br /&gt;Night with cold rain dripping on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;You being beside me became a habit of mine&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on without you, alone in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've opened up, the door to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You're an umbrella above my head&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow is my shade,&lt;br /&gt;You're an umbrella above my head&lt;br /&gt;I've opened up, the door to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You're an umbrella above my head&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow is my shade,&lt;br /&gt;You're an umbrella above my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are no longer beside me...&lt;br /&gt;You used to wait outside my window with an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an umbrella over my head&lt;br /&gt;Night with cold rain dripping on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;You being beside me became a habit of mine&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on without you, alone in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(I need you back in my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an umbrella over my head&lt;br /&gt;Night with cold rain dripping on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Without you beside me, the world's only a half&lt;br /&gt;You can't go on without me&lt;br /&gt;Forever in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1288940442169384451?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1288940442169384451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1288940442169384451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1288940442169384451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1288940442169384451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/10/lyrics.html' title='lyrics'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1965498465939132485</id><published>2008-09-26T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:16:00.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>m-rizing</title><content type='html'>Showing some love for Wooie today : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Trust Men MV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wLGL4bRQDU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wLGL4bRQDU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah, we got anothuh one right here&lt;br /&gt;Brave Brovas Big M. B.O.M.B.&lt;br /&gt;We gon' do this for the Playuh'z y'all&lt;br /&gt;This one is for Playuh'z&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna make it clear so grab a hottie&lt;br /&gt;Let's party take shots and bounce to this here&lt;br /&gt;Brave Brovas Tone and Big M nah&lt;br /&gt;We ain't goin' no where&lt;br /&gt;So all my sexy ladies where you at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, but I felt affection for you&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you became family&lt;br /&gt;But as I kept on staring at you, you started to annoy me&lt;br /&gt;Because the conscience of my heart kept pricking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I let you go&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't think I loved you that much&lt;br /&gt;I sent you away, I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try leave, I'll hold on to you&lt;br /&gt;But if you come back, I'll feel burdened&lt;br /&gt;This is how men are, I'm a bad man&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust such a cowardly man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too good to give to someone else&lt;br /&gt;But you're someone I don't want to keep&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to marry you, but I do want to date you&lt;br /&gt;This is how men are, I'm a bad man&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust such a cowardly man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love you, but I always make you sad&lt;br /&gt;I really am a bad man&lt;br /&gt;Don't forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I let you go&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't think I loved you that much&lt;br /&gt;I sent you away, I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try leave, I'll hold on to you&lt;br /&gt;But if you come back, I'll feel burdened&lt;br /&gt;This is how men are, I'm a bad man&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust such a cowardly man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too good to give to someone else&lt;br /&gt;But you're someone I don't want to keep&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to marry you, but I do want to date you&lt;br /&gt;This is how men are, I'm a bad man&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust such a cowardly man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know me, but I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;I don't know me, but I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;I don't know me, but I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;I don't know me, but you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a bad boy (Yes!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a selfish person&lt;br /&gt;If the shorty with the nice body passes by, I automatically&lt;br /&gt;Stare.. that's just me. I'm honest. No fantasy from D.&lt;br /&gt;You know my style right? Even if you say you don't like me, you smile&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha! This is me&lt;br /&gt;Even if you leave me like this, I won't be disappointed (No!)&lt;br /&gt;Our affections were rooted more deeply than our love&lt;br /&gt;Say bye or be mine, you're my one and only marten&lt;br /&gt;I'm your bad boy forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come any closer, I'll just feel more apologetic&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone now, don't love a guy like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try leave, I'll hold on to you&lt;br /&gt;But if you come back, I'll feel burdened&lt;br /&gt;This is how men are, I'm a bad man&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust such a cowardly man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too good to give to someone else&lt;br /&gt;But you're someone I don't want to keep&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to marry you, but I do want to date you&lt;br /&gt;This is how men are, I'm a bad man&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust such a cowardly man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially love this song now. It kinda reminds me of YB's Look at me only. The MV concept, the clothes, even the lyrics. Mang, the guy in this song sucks. He's so honest tho, going around saying &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah that's me I'm a bad boy&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next part, pic spam!!!! (Scans from the CD, credits Soompi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/896/222q4478qu3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/4205/122218092713ev2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/1003/122218070902pe3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/3558/122218070910xf4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/7564/122218092718rj6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/3227/122218092720ur1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/4359/122218092721vp6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/8184/122218092716dc7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/8254/122218362702bk1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/176/122218362707yc4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/9788/122218362704io6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav of the batch!!! The four faces of Wooie XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/6334/122218070908es1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann said she would get me this CD, I'm so loved hahah. Seriously, I like the way Wooie dressed and posed, so sexy yet dorky at the same time. What's with the 4 finger pic? It cracks me up so damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today. One more Random thing. I love Nobody by WG ^_^ JYP's such a loser in the MV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1965498465939132485?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1965498465939132485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1965498465939132485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1965498465939132485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1965498465939132485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/09/m-rizing.html' title='m-rizing'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8677383326220245227</id><published>2008-09-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:00:53.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:300%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;happy birthday nhi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're finally legal babe, go out and rock the world! LOL I'm so crazy. I hope you had so much fun on your bdae, at least, lotsa pressies to open and drool over. Try hard at uni alright? I know you can do better than this ^^ Let's meet up someday and I'll buy you something to eat to make up for my sappy bdae phone call yesterday. Anywho, text me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart you a lot my little friend&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8677383326220245227?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8677383326220245227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8677383326220245227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8677383326220245227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8677383326220245227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-girl.html' title='my girl'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1633360554030422023</id><published>2008-09-16T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:28:42.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more icons</title><content type='html'>For Sari unnie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/9445/taka1ja1.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/8963/taka4ym5.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img79.imageshack.us/img79/4953/taka3zo0.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/4781/taka5fv6.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img75.imageshack.us/img75/5861/taka2qj0.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, it's too cold here TT____TT I wish Debbie and I studied together so that she could hug me to keep me warm, cos the hall was damn freezing in the morning. Debbie, you know I love you but don't steal my show on MSN. Only I can sing, remember *grins evilly*, and oh, Lee is MINE as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1633360554030422023?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1633360554030422023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1633360554030422023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1633360554030422023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1633360554030422023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-icons.html' title='more icons'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7023530497259116903</id><published>2008-09-14T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:35:17.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>debbie is a meanie</title><content type='html'>Hello meanie, this is for you : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/9195/4deb1ui6.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/6660/4deb2gs8.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/867/4deb3uj0.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/2341/4deb4xa1.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/5282/4deb5fy7.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/5765/4deb6ms9.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/1923/4deb7me4.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so good doesn't he? Too hot for a 29 yr &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;old &lt;/span&gt;man hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7023530497259116903?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7023530497259116903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7023530497259116903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7023530497259116903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7023530497259116903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/09/debbie-is-meanie.html' title='debbie is a meanie'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-2835430650610777103</id><published>2008-09-13T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:35:42.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ps maniac</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to test something, but turned out to have a bunch of icons done ^^ Not in order: stock, park min young, kang min kyung, go ara, kim haneul (is that her name?), shin sol ki and joanie dodds (my fav from ANTM cycle 6 : D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/5380/stock17jf7.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/8066/stock21hi4.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/4295/stock22gq9.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/165/stock23pc0.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann's request (I'll do another batch, dark one i promise : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/2210/4ann1ns8.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/2686/4ann2wk2.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/2729/4ann3zz5.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/6290/4ann4hf0.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/1347/4ann5jr3.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni is better now cos the teachers are super friendly and nice, so far I've not seen any witches or bastards hahah. And Debbie is back, so I returned to my crazy self again   =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-2835430650610777103?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/2835430650610777103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=2835430650610777103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2835430650610777103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/2835430650610777103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/09/ps-maniac.html' title='ps maniac'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-3289437771856158213</id><published>2008-09-10T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:54:30.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TT.TT</title><content type='html'>I'll burn this Oxford Businness English Dict. if I don't get good grade in english essay. Never seen sucn a expensive dictionary before &gt;_&lt; my freaking precious money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go wrap my notebooks now, Debbie bought me those lovely papers a few days ago. I love you woman, and yeah, I hate your wi-fi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-3289437771856158213?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/3289437771856158213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=3289437771856158213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3289437771856158213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/3289437771856158213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/09/tttt.html' title='TT.TT'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7665994008358592443</id><published>2008-09-07T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:41:27.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slacking off</title><content type='html'>First day of school tomorrow T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think about it but as it's coming close I'm more scared. I don't know what they'll teach me tomorrow, but 45-min journey from home to school is a real turn off, like damn, what can I do with more than half an hour sitting behind my dad on his motorbike? Ughhh I really hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of my break so I tried to make good use of it. I was supposed to wake up early, but ended up sleeping two more hours than usual &gt;_&lt; Well, at least I didn't take my afternoon nap. I had a chance to finish ANTM cycle 07 and skimming through cycle 06. It was great, I love all the photoshoots, esp the celeb couple and jungle thing. And judges were absolutely hilarious, my fav is Nigel, he was so professional, laid back and sexy hahaha. Above all, it is also my way of improving my listening skills too. I think I got like 80% of what they said, it was good hey? I hope the exam next sunday won't be harder than this or else I'm SCREWED. Anywho I couldn't watch more cos Dad needed to comp to search for music and look at today news, so i went to read. I was done with Jenny Crusie's Faking It today. That was nice. I love what JC writes, very funny, witty and sexy. Though she uses big words (cos she's a literature teacher) I can get the whole thing without scanning the dictionary. The characters were the bombs. You gotta love Tilda and Davy's witness and humor ^^ I like how she bickered at him all the time and he did his awesome comebacks. The end was predictable but still surprising, I didn't see some coming: like Tilda's mother was Homer, Ford was a real FIB and Mason was completely broke. My fav part was the one when Tilda asked if Davy was gonna leave her to Ox and he said no and then she told him to tell her he was and when he did, she let him enter a room which was mural-painted with scenes of Ox. I think it's real cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was nothing much. I was to write some more of Ragdoll, but instead i made a poster. I don't think it was that good, but it looks nice to me (is this self-compliment? =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img382.imageshack.us/my.php?image=poster01ju9.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img382.imageshack.us/img382/9257/poster01ju9.th.png" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7665994008358592443?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7665994008358592443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7665994008358592443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7665994008358592443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7665994008358592443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/09/slacking-off.html' title='slacking off'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-4891006108443728398</id><published>2008-09-02T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:21:53.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rag doll</title><content type='html'>I love this song, it's so inspiring, sad but not desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbIrJsXDhMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbIrJsXDhMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rag Doll - Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How ya feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;The day has had its way with both of us&lt;br /&gt;And no, Ive gone out of my way&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not free&lt;br /&gt;From this pain I'm reelin'&lt;br /&gt;I was a fool to think some day you would come around&lt;br /&gt;But no no no I'm not thinking that way&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not what you seem&lt;br /&gt;You are a mystery to me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should just go away cause&lt;br /&gt;Theres no necessity for you to stay and&lt;br /&gt;Next time you come around my way&lt;br /&gt;Forget it baby you're not comin' in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows your day been?&lt;br /&gt;Cause mine has taken strange and lovely turns&lt;br /&gt;But no no no I feel better today&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm off my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not what you seem&lt;br /&gt;You are a mystery to me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should just go away cause&lt;br /&gt;Theres no necessity for you to stay and&lt;br /&gt;Next time you come around my way&lt;br /&gt;Forget it baby you're not comin' in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot minute for a life of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No you cant come back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Shut my windows, lock my doors&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart won't be your rag doll anymore&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should just go away cause&lt;br /&gt;Theres no necessity for you to stay and&lt;br /&gt;Next time you come around my way&lt;br /&gt;Forget it baby you're not comin' in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot minute for a life of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No you cant come back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Shut my windows, lock my doors&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart won't be your rag doll anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-4891006108443728398?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/4891006108443728398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=4891006108443728398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4891006108443728398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/4891006108443728398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/09/rag-doll.html' title='rag doll'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-1022321070449102005</id><published>2008-08-29T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:51:40.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby boo we went to the zoo~~</title><content type='html'>Hahah, such a lame title. Anywho I and Debbie went to the zoo near my house today. It's been like 1685576464343 years since we last went there together. We used to have P.E classes in that zoo every week back in middle school and it was damn fun. I don't think the place has changed much. The animals were still scary and the cages, esp elephants's, still smelled like poopoo (awies &gt;_&lt;) My Dad didn't let me bring his camso we took pics with Debbie's cell and they looked clear so I just have to put 'em up ^^  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/1346/monkeyug0.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell what animal he is? I tried to make him turn around but he just ignored me, even when I shouted "Hello, monkey", "Hey babe, look at me," or "Brownie, are you deaf?" like a freak T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/6824/thu2xs1.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/5290/giraffejp2.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9421/ostrichnh6.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ostrich had a crush on Debbie,  I swear, he looked like a idiotic guy in look. We were standing on this wooden booth and he started at Debbie with this goofy smile on his face O__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/6310/ostrich2gd2.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/559/thu1wf7.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red parrot. She looked really cute. When Debbie held up her cell this one even posed haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4804/elephantnq0.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/2818/beemousezl0.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and me : D We look real awkward bcos we were scared of the elephant, he loved to throw dust into us &lt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/761/megvc8.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want those. Well, I want everything there lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/1269/booksxp1.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/6641/mag1vm8.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookbooks! I don't know how to cook but the food on the covers were so yummy so I couldn't but snap, snap and snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/7842/mag2am6.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3039/mag3qa1.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/8325/books5vg0.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img374.imageshack.us/img374/9598/books4copybf6.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img363.imageshack.us/img363/7616/cookiesvu2.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun but my feet hurt, all bcos of those stupid flip flops &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pics next week when I get to hang with Debbie again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day my lovely people&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-1022321070449102005?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/1022321070449102005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=1022321070449102005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1022321070449102005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/1022321070449102005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-boo-we-went-to-zoo.html' title='baby boo we went to the zoo~~'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7868932197836247572</id><published>2008-08-27T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:56:15.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catastrophic or fantastic?</title><content type='html'>Uni is coming on its way. I cannot believe it. Everyone said this summer of mine would last at least till mid Sept but now I only have less than 2 weeks left. My precious holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went to my uni this Tues to take pictures for my Student ID Card and to buy uniforms. I love the shirt but the ao dai is crazy. It's damn blue. Blue! I think I'll look 546416367683386 times older if I wear it. Poor me T.T Good thing the construction is nice and clean, and the professors are seemingly nice, or else I would be real sad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first week is to study about general rules applied at my uni, second week about credit (or whatever) and politics. They will also test our English, esp listening skills (screw me) and we'll have some more exams, all take place on Sundays. It's weekend, gimme a break please =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to expect at uni now. I'm real shy so I don't think I will make a lot of friends. And what if I don't understand they say? Seriously, if you're in highskool or lower and you're clueless, you can take extra classes. But at uni, this is not an option. Well, I think there's no option at all. I'm so scared, help me!!!! Guess I'd better stalk some good upperclass students, maybe they can tutor me, if they're nice enough to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7868932197836247572?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7868932197836247572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7868932197836247572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7868932197836247572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7868932197836247572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/08/catastrophic-or-fantastic.html' title='catastrophic or fantastic?'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8261552793272916780</id><published>2008-08-24T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:39:18.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babblin'</title><content type='html'>I wish I could sort things out so my brain isn't exhausted like this. I took a lot of Ann's time today babbling about the stories I wanted to write in the future and she said they were cool. The only thing that irritates me is that I don't know where to start and how to let if flow like I want. If only I was a native English speaker and could attend some writing class, there wouldn't be so much trouble. But I'll write, no matter what. Ann thought Ordinary Miracle was movie-like haha, that's how I feel about it too. IF I could ever finish that fic, I'd turn it into a movie script and save it until Rachel became a real director. She hated crappy romance so I added a lil fantasy. Man, I'm dreaming big. But it feels good imagining that. I have to write After Love soon. By the time I'm done with this, my crush on Khai will be officially over. Oh and I'm working on chapter two of Some Kind Of Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep myself busy until school starts. I've wasted a lot of time already. Tomorrow Dad will go hand in the documents to the Uni staff. I want to go but it's too far. Jasmine msged me today saying she'd drop in on on Saturday. I'm supa excited. We haven't seen each other since my bdae T___T sucks a lot. The party at Linh's house is going well now I guess. Why didn't Dad just allow me to go? Geez. Thinh made a fuss over it telling everyone he wouldn't talk to me anymore. : P i dare you. Anywho, I wonder if Nhi is there as well. I wanna see her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to My Boo, this song creeps me out. Where does the whisper come from? &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8261552793272916780?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8261552793272916780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8261552793272916780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8261552793272916780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8261552793272916780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/08/babblin.html' title='babblin&apos;'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-524553868496144807</id><published>2008-08-20T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:23:11.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take a look!</title><content type='html'>Some pics I took today out of boredom. I tried so hard to make them bright, but failed : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Bino~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img398.imageshack.us/img398/3746/27117199ek9.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so cute. I remembered he still smelled of raw milk when I first saw him&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/4294/18089635se4.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and his bow, with the disturbing Comfort bottle &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown up Bino~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/2465/84320499te1.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img352.imageshack.us/img352/2092/16267471cd2.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing his weird butt thingy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely properties~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/8049/18823234bs0.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bdae cup Ann got me for my sweet sixteen. Dad got a Sept 15th, Mum got a March 2nd. Happy family : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/1378/37644233je3.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Frog!!! A present from Phuong ^^ he's holding the bookmark Nai sent me. It says "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you've always imagined."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/9245/45019927ne8.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ambear! I adopted lil ambear from Bee&lt;3 and that sweet lil blue rabbit's original Mom is Sophia unnie haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/5267/81870685vw4ns9.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books I got this summer, more added soon ^^ Me and Debbie are still hunting for Thirteen Reasons Why and I'm In No Mood For Love. And yeah, we cannot forget Calling Romeo *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/9703/28629468qv4.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters from Debbie. The handwriting is really clear but only she can understand what she wrote. If someone does, bet they will laugh their heads off. I miss writing letters to my loved ones T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it. Nothing much to blog today. The electricity was off til 3pm, it sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-524553868496144807?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/524553868496144807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=524553868496144807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/524553868496144807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/524553868496144807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-pics-i-took-today-out-of-boredom.html' title='take a look!'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8252154985186831485</id><published>2008-08-17T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:45:25.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aTunes haha</title><content type='html'>Two first songs of my top 25 most played in Itunes : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;하루하루 - Big Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Leave&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Finally I realize that I am nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;I was so wrong, forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart like a wave&lt;br /&gt;My shaken heart like a wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart vanished like smoke&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be removed like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I sigh deeply as if a ground is going to cave in&lt;br /&gt;Only dusts are piled up in my mind&lt;br /&gt;(say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought I wouldn’t be able to live even one day without you&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I managed to live on (longer) than I thought&lt;br /&gt;You don’t answer anything as I cry out “I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;I hope for a vain expectation but now it’s useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about that person next to you, did he make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Dear can you even see me, did you forget completely?&lt;br /&gt;I am worried, I feel anxiety because I can’t get close nor try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I spend long nights by myself, erasing my thoughts a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look back and leave&lt;br /&gt;Don’t find me again and live (on)&lt;br /&gt;Because I have no regrets from loving you, take only the good memories&lt;br /&gt;I can bear it in some way&lt;br /&gt;I can stand in some way&lt;br /&gt;You should be happy if you are like this&lt;br /&gt;I become dull day by day (eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl I cry, cry&lt;br /&gt;You’re my all, say goodbye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we pass by each other on the street&lt;br /&gt;Act like you didn’t see me and go the way you were walking to&lt;br /&gt;If you keep thinking about our past memories&lt;br /&gt;I might go look for you secretly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always be happy with him, (so) I won’t ever get a different mind&lt;br /&gt;Even smallest regret won’t be left out ever&lt;br /&gt;Please live well as if I should feel jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should always be like that bright sky, like that white cloud&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you should always smile like that as if nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look back and leave&lt;br /&gt;Don’t find me again and live (on)&lt;br /&gt;Because I have no regrets from loving you, take only the good memories&lt;br /&gt;I can bear it in some way&lt;br /&gt;I can stand in some way&lt;br /&gt;You should be happy if you are like this&lt;br /&gt;I become dull day by day (eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your heart fees relieved&lt;br /&gt;Please forget about me and live (on)&lt;br /&gt;Those tears will dry completely&lt;br /&gt;As time passes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would’ve hurt less if we didn’t meet at all (mm)&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will bury our promise of being together forever baby&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look back and leave&lt;br /&gt;Don’t find me again and live (on)&lt;br /&gt;Because I have no regrets from loving you, take only the good memories&lt;br /&gt;I can bear it in some way&lt;br /&gt;I can stand in some way&lt;br /&gt;You should be happy if you are like this&lt;br /&gt;I become dull day by day (eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl I cry, cry&lt;br /&gt;You’re my all, say goodbye, bye&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love don’t lie, lie&lt;br /&gt;You’re my heart, say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the lame MV but I love the song, the lyrics reminded me so much of To My Boyfriend, esp that "you should be happy if you're this" part. Every word of this matches perfectly with the story, I wonder if GD has ever read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tangled - Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am full of regrets&lt;br /&gt;For all the things that I've done and said&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if it'll ever be ok to show&lt;br /&gt;the beast&lt;br /&gt;My face around here&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever turn your head and look&lt;br /&gt;See if I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to say to you&lt;br /&gt;That you wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;That you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go&lt;br /&gt;The things I've done are way too shameful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just an innocent&lt;br /&gt;Helpless victim of a spiders web&lt;br /&gt;And I’m an insect&lt;br /&gt;Going after anything that I can get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you better turn your head and run&lt;br /&gt;And don’t look back&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;That you wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;That you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go&lt;br /&gt;The things I've done are way too shameful oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've done you so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Treated you bad&lt;br /&gt;Strung you along&lt;br /&gt;Oh shame on myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got so tangled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh ohhh ohhh yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better turn your head and look&lt;br /&gt;See if I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to say to you&lt;br /&gt;That you wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;That you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go&lt;br /&gt;The things I've done are way too shameful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've done you so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Treated you bad&lt;br /&gt;Strung you along&lt;br /&gt;Oh shame on myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got so tangled up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supa weird, I feel like I've somebody wrong whenever I listened to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps got his eighth medal this morning. Awesome! This man is not human, I swear, he's a whale or something. In the breaststroke round his teammate was in third place, but he still managed to come first in the freestyle one, 3/4 body ahead of the second O__O I'm supa impressed. Well, he prolly deserved such sucess and admiration from everyone. I saw Grant Hackett in the victory ceremony of Men's 1500m freestyle too, he didn't get the gold medal, poor boy. I think he looked pretty cool when he gave his gf the bouquet he was given ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8252154985186831485?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8252154985186831485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8252154985186831485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8252154985186831485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8252154985186831485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-first-songs-of-my-top-25-most.html' title='aTunes haha'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-8076483939662691383</id><published>2008-08-13T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:51:37.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy switch up</title><content type='html'>Look at this cute kid, the one who appeared to sing at the opening of the Olympics : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/847/e7ao2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/6/e6ku3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/7987/e4xv4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, she was lipsyncing. The real vocal voice belongs to a 7-yr-old girl who could not present because her front tooth was missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/1786/a3fv2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why they did that...ain't it cute a kid is losing a few teeth? They wanted everything to be perfect, I think, but it was not fair for the little girl T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-8076483939662691383?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/8076483939662691383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=8076483939662691383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8076483939662691383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/8076483939662691383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-at-this-cute-kid-one-who-appeared.html' title='crazy switch up'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-7921455691257816068</id><published>2008-08-13T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:52:44.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>b o o k S</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to books!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished The Truth About Forever two days ago, and let me tell you, it's awesome. I love Sarah Dessen's style. Her writting is really laid back, but it's not boring, on the contrasty, I couldn't close the file even at the few first pages she just talked about nothing but mourning. I especially adore how she depicted pain in such a way, truthful and lively, sad but not depressing. During the time I read it felt like listening to Yiruma, a weird comparison I know, but it's true, because it seemed sad and at times it made your heart lighter. When I searched on amazon.cm and found the summary, I was not really excited about reading this, actually This Lullaby sounded more delicious, more to my taste. But mang, this is so good. I guess the storyline is nothing new: grief and the progress of getting out it. It was how Sarah Dessen portrayed it through a teenager's POV that caused it success. Top 10 teen fiction or something like that, right? So, basically Macy's father suddenly passed away this one morning due to heart attack, the same morning she waved him off saying that she wouldn't run with him like always becos she was sleepy. Thinking it was partially her fault, and, not wanting to cause her family more grief, she decided to stay calm and collected, not even shred a tear at the funeral. Macy denied the fact that her great loss pained her so much by hiding it all inside and tried to make herself feel safe with an organized life: with a bottomed up mother who suffered the same thing as Macy, who always drowned herself into work so there was no time to think about her dead husband; a so-called perfect boyfriend Jason, to whom a simple "I love you" as an closing of an email meant he indulged his girl so much that she has become so clingy; and evenings that only contained ironing clothes and studying for SATs. Macy lived her fake life like that until she ran into the catering crew, where she learnt to open up again and realized what life really was, what true love meant, and the truth about forever was it's how you want it to be. I love how Macy fell in love with Wes. Maybe I read so many fanfics where the guy/girl was head over heels with each other just after a few meets that this case turned out to be different. Despite the fact that Wes had gone through what Macy experienced: parent loss, they didn't click away. She was shy and he wasn't the kind who was curious. But Sarah Dessen found a way for them to connect, and it was The Truth Game. The time when they played it was the best of the book, I mean, they talked about serious thing, still, their dialogue didn't lack humor or whatnot. Wes had his own way to confess his love to Macy too, very creative and lovely: a sculpture of angel and halo with wings. My heart was really thrilled when Caroline asked why it was the only which got wings and Macy simply answered "So that she could fly." because finally she knew how much he loved her. Cute hey? And did I mention that he bought her a pencil that smelled like syrup to make up for his scaring her, though not on purpose? I thought it was really sweet. I like Wes, not just for he was hot, but also for what he did: he didn't mind talking bout his awful past life, he was always by his crazy brother's side and he loved girls with flaws. God, I think I cannot hate any of the characters in this book, except Jason cos he's somehow like a jerk &gt;_&lt; Well, read on, and you'll find the truth about forever. Hm, why does this sound so much like an ad? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so moving on to Pants On Fire by Meg Cabot. I'm not a fan of Princess Diaries but since there're free ebooks, I gave it a try. Something totally different from The  Truth About Forver, it was very funny and crazy. My first impression of the main girl was she was a bitch, liar and betrayer. I wasn't being harsh, she was really a bitch.  And her name was...Katie, right, Katie. She had a close friend called Tommy who once dared stand up to Quahogs - a bunch of football players who thought they were gods because the whole town worshiped them, which, our lead character, though having her boyfriend Seth as a famous Quahog, secretly didn't. After what Tommy did, he was outcast by practically the whole town and Katie, as coward as she was, betrayed him by ignoring him as well. So he moved out. Four years later he came back only to find Katie two timing and running for Quahogs princess. Katie thought her life was over because she assumed he was back to get his revenge. Then, surprisingly, he was the one to help her get rid of those bad habits, all resulted from her scare of making mistakes and looking bad in front of people. And what happened next? You already knew ^^ At first I didn't dig this much, but as I read on things were getting interesting. I love it the most when Katie made herself clear at the pageant, letting people know who she was what was she actually hid from the whole world but Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more next time. Just wait until I have This lullaby and I'll babble until you get sick of it haha. Oh and, I dreamed of Khai last night, we did talk, but all we talked about was his study and girlfriend. But he did smile to me, so I'm okay ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-7921455691257816068?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/7921455691257816068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=7921455691257816068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7921455691257816068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/7921455691257816068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/08/dedicated-to-books-i-finished-truth.html' title='b o o k S'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966489461965952489.post-5447733934583014414</id><published>2008-08-10T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:45:44.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotionally driven</title><content type='html'>A bunch of crazy words written here yesterday. Let me rephrase all: I miss old Big Bang &amp; I love Seung Hyun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966489461965952489-5447733934583014414?l=ibakelives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/feeds/5447733934583014414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966489461965952489&amp;postID=5447733934583014414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5447733934583014414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966489461965952489/posts/default/5447733934583014414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibakelives.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-talk-about-big-bang-album-in-this.html' title='emotionally driven'/><author><name>Thao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02357693108313666916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx0DDSIiJB0/TKMED83yHRI/AAAAAAAACD4/onl6apWRIKI/S220/tumblr_l9dqhrEAh51qawc5no1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
