<?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-13454727</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:22:51.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fairyydust__*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112997205457499874</id><published>2005-10-22T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T02:35:50.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyya.&lt;br /&gt;well.. these few days haf been peacefully happy.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has been happening..&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that should be enough distraction..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, a certain someone won't read this entry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gon' say who cuz that's juz gon' be dumb.. welll...&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;i've a new blog.. where i'm gon' like paste all the stuff i can't say infront of her..&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;pray she can't see this..&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;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check it out yeapps?&lt;br /&gt;thankews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya lots,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112997205457499874?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112997205457499874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112997205457499874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112997205457499874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112997205457499874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/10/heyya.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112972741225200951</id><published>2005-10-19T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:10:12.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyya!&lt;br /&gt;yay! i'm posting again! haha. i've been kinda busy see. anyways, it has been kinda hectic week, but everything's cool now. we're going to yanchep tomorrow. for some gay excursion that cost 21$. how superly gay aye?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;hrmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maddy gave ben a hug today which caused ben to turn as red as a tomato. haha.&lt;br /&gt;being nagged again. by me mum. OMG CAN'T SHE JUZ GIMME SOME PEACE FOR A SECOND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNOOOYING!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was going all spaz today. was laughing like a hyena the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;jessica retty was saying all this crap that made me laugh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was like look into my eyes, and then with a straight face she was like BOOGER! and i'll crack up laffing.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't make me laugh anymore tho. did the first time. ((: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious. my eye's swelling again. pissing me off! argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it itches, then it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE AGONY! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, i better go now, i know it's not a long post. i'm gonna go VALENTINA or DEANNA, or ERICA, or oroororoorr.. someone soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS and *h*immmm ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112972741225200951?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112972741225200951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112972741225200951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112972741225200951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112972741225200951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/10/heyya-yay-im-posting-again-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112848085694036008</id><published>2005-10-05T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:54:16.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post will be partially for those &lt;strong&gt;tryhards&lt;/strong&gt; that have been spamming my darlingg valentina's tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to those bitches&amp; i-wanna-be-rebellious 'motherfuckers'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please peepo, if you wanna critisize someone, get your facts straight. it is &lt;strong&gt;un-cool &lt;/strong&gt;to be 'rebellious'. i don't give a fuck who whats-his-name is that you think is so rebellious and cool, and is a &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; rebel, i just know that you got everything wrong. no one should try to be rebellious, it just happens. if you're trying to be rebellious, you're just stupid. don't start telling people to look into the mirror when you havn't done so yourself. probably cuz the mirrors broke before  you could look at your reflection cuz you're so gawddamned fuglyy. stop calling peepo names when you havn't got the full story. if there's a 6se destroyer, it's not valentina, it's you. for breaking everyonee apart with you name-calling and false accusations. if you wanna spam someone's board, go make your own and spam it all you want cuz no one would care. DON'T GO TO OTHERS USING A FALSE NAME, WHICH IS SERIOUSLY THE MOST COWARDLY ACT, AND START THROWING MEAN COMMENTS AT THEM CUZ I'M SURE THEY DON'T NEED IT! so just fuck off from the world and do some soul searching, cuz you seriously need to get a life, and fast. if there's one thing more wu liao than what you say valen's doing, it's what you are doing. if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now who's the punk, bitch?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had to do that. pissing me off. okay. back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got my hair cutt. doesn't look very different, same style and all, so yeah, not much. school's starting soon. blehh, havn't completed me book, needa do it fast! okay.. was at me cousin's house like most of the day yesterday. me and my brother were just playing pool for awhile, den it got bit boring. so yeahh. we left after my mum watch temptation. she's so addicted to that show. i don't really like it. too boring for me i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard that there's gonna be another season for desperate housewives, which is coming out next year.. OMG I CANNOT WAIT! i love desperate housewives.. !!!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, i'm missing you guys heaps and you better be missing me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112848085694036008?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112848085694036008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112848085694036008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112848085694036008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112848085694036008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-post-will-be-partially-for-those.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112790364536915253</id><published>2005-09-28T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:34:05.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo yaah!&lt;br /&gt;haha. copied that from lynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry lynn. you're just too kew, i just HAD to copy you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im sucking up. hope it's working &gt;.&lt; . and babe, the boy does NOT kiss like a monkey. that boy's kewt okay. ((: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to clauds, lynnie, vera and mich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankews for tagging me board ((: yay! i love it when me board's tagged. and with such UBERLY kewt comments ((:  ilove you gurliees and you made me days brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;haha. was going seriously hyper just now. after eating some roc candyy. haha. cut me tongue too. )): hurts a bit. yeah. i started to lafff like a hyena. haha. was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell, every frigging time i use the computer, the msn always has to stuff up on me. it pisses me off. ARGH! omg.omg.omg. oh yeah. and that day when i talked to deanna, she said that you guys are like wanting to wear the class tee for children's day but its kinda too long? well, i did something to mine, and made it into a mid-rift top. its quite nice.. to me. u can like wear it with long pants and stuff. if u wanna noe how it looks on me, juz send me an email, and i'll send it back with a picture of me in it ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i can be ur little model person. ((: i do the outfit justice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everybody get down if you feel me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come and put your hands up to the ceiling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoots! love that song. pon de replay by rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats all i gotta say (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE&amp; MISH YOU GUYS HEAPS&lt;br /&gt;and *h*immmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the HOT chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112790364536915253?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112790364536915253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112790364536915253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112790364536915253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112790364536915253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/09/boo-yaah-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112744708892346923</id><published>2005-09-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:44:48.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do all the good girls want the bad boys?&lt;br /&gt;haha. juz listening to some music.. bathwater by no doubt. kew song. makes heaps sense to me ((: i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz got back from camp yeshterday. it was kew. i guess. it was a 2hr ride from PMACS to the camp site. we stayed at Nanga bush camp. the dorms were ultraly small man. omg. it was scary. haha. i mean the size of the dorms. yeapps. we went rafting, which was UBERLY cold. omg. freezing. like ice. and we went mountain biking. that was kew. i hated going uphill tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and i was caught in the gallery, which is like a BIGGER and seperate dorm from mine that only housed some guys,  (my dorm is the wood shed) in the night. i wasn't doing anything or anything. i went to juz check it out and cuz we (jordan, jo and christian) were bored and the woodshed had a teacher and everyone was juz running wild. and there wasn't anyone in the gallery. so i went there for like 2 minutes. THEN MS LOCHORE HAD TO CATCH ME. i hate that bitch. she made sucha big fuss. bitch bitch bitch. she's so gay. and i wasn't the ONLY one that was caught there. these other girls were caught too. but by mr templer. ms lochore is seriously weired. i swear man. i hate her guts. stupid good for nothing. everyone hates her and she likes to stick her nose into other peepos business. ben told me that she said to this girl, jasmine, that is seriously fugly, that she thot he was flirting with her when dey were doing this activity. he heard her, and he got scared, haha, and he avoided jasmine the rest of the time. haha. hilarious. stupid ms lochore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh.. and maddy and keifer thinks jo likes me. i think he likes me too. but i dunno. i dun like him back tho. he's nice i guess, but nothing more. as in like.. oh well, u know. keifer sez that i dress nice ((:  and he thinks alot of guys would like me cuz im hot. haha. it was seriously weired, considering the fact that keifer asked maddy out, and maddy was on the fone with us when he said that. i was really flattered but confused. haha yepps. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, *h*eeeee didn't go. yepps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing *h*immmm lots. )): poor carmen&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISH YOU GUYS HEAPS. AND I LOVE YOU TOO.&lt;br /&gt;and *h*immmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the HOT chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112744708892346923?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112744708892346923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112744708892346923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112744708892346923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112744708892346923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-do-all-good-girls-want-bad-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112661492512114172</id><published>2005-09-13T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T05:35:25.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee ((:&lt;br /&gt;i love my new skinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my darlingg maddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. i love ya babe. sweet thinggyy. I LOVE YOUR POSTT. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to haydenn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy burfdayy.. in advance ((: hope your day is full of prettiful things like myselff. haha okayy (: may all your wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps. its hayden's burfday tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. mhrmmm. what's been happeninggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp's next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERICA'S NOT COMING TO PERTH ANYMOREEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today wasn't a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeppps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOUU *censoredd*&lt;br /&gt;teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND 6SE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MADDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya heaps,&lt;br /&gt;the babyangel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112661492512114172?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112661492512114172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112661492512114172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112661492512114172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112661492512114172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/09/wheee-i-love-my-new-skinn.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112580253703193664</id><published>2005-09-04T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:55:37.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. the chinadoll's back rocking the house ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my darling, sweetie DEANNA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u're my comfortt. my sweet comfortt. love ya heaps gurliee. so different talking to you cuz u always understand and try to help me. not saying that others dunch, juz you're SPECIAL! i love ya heaps, babe. THANK GOD for you ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to dwi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankews for making my day, sweetheartt. said i look pretty ((: WHOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darnn. my hunger strike failed yesterday. i was tryna skip dinner cuz my mum was pissing me off, and i got really angry. so yeahh. i ate in the end. but only at like 10:45pm. which is kinda good i guess. in the end, i had gastric pains. they hurtt ):  haha. emotional day yesterday (: can't say why tho. maybe i'll make another blog in diaryland, so i can really say how i feel, and LOCK IT. yeahh (:  my mum wants me to pull weeds. how gay. GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY! forever screaming at me. like wtf, im going deaf already. JUZ SHUT UP. hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhrmm. i love my face shape. my sister and brother haf like round face, but i dunn. i have a 'sharper' face (: haha. okayy. im being randomm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhrmm. i need another calling card.. mine is running out. that's kinda fast for 10 dollars. can only like make 4 calls. how pathetic. maybe someone is using my card..  *ahemm&amp; cough* not naming names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaes. i dun have much to say (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHINADOLL&lt;br /&gt;AND BABYANGEL,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn* (loves you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112580253703193664?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112580253703193664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112580253703193664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112580253703193664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112580253703193664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/09/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112514417823617741</id><published>2005-08-27T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T05:02:58.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mhrmm.&lt;br /&gt;this is the weirdest week i've had. won't tell you why. haha. my secrett. whee. im so bloody bored. thanks to you guys, leave me alone. ): don't you juz love my new blogskin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i didn't get in for the music thing.. sighh. beginning to think maybe i'm juz no good. keep getting rejected. like whadda hell. GIMME A FRIGGING CHANCE. thats all i want. a chance. and to prove myself that im not a shit singerr, which im beginning to think i am. mhrmm. whaddeverr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house is so bloody crowded right now, with my aunt and granddad living with us for a while. (: and i got my ballet results, from MARCH. i knoww. i gottt... MERIT ! i thot i'd fail cuz i made so many mistakes cuz i was so nervouss. omg. u cannott believe it. I DIDN'T FAIL. ate indian last nite, at &lt;strong&gt;Princess India &lt;/strong&gt;or something liddat. at &lt;strong&gt;whitfords&lt;/strong&gt;. yepps (: if you peeps come to perth, u should go to &lt;strong&gt;Harbour Town&lt;/strong&gt; to shop. great place. lotsa peepo sometimes. whitfords is kew. and closer to me than harbour town, SO I SUGGEST U GO TO WHITFORDS. and visit me. haha. juz tell your mum its on the way or some shit liddat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. cuz like we were talking during dinner last nite, at the indian restaurant, and my shisterr said somethingg, and i dun actually remember whad we were talking about, and like i said dunno, and my cousins were like OHH. dat sounded aussie. and i was like hmm. okayy.. and they started teasing me. haha. i knoww. and then we were gonna take a picture, and my uncle was like do something funny. and my cousin was like carmen juz has to blush to be funny. and i was like huh? and he was like HAYDEN. haha. omgg. they love teasing me so much. dunno whyy. and my stupid sister had to go how bout arnold? and i was like wtf? I DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM. and i never did. arnold was my ex-neighbour btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps. thinking bout neighbours.. I MISS CALEBB SO BLOODY MUCH. the small kewttt OMG SO BLOODY KEWT BOYY. ahhh ! i mish asking him to sing. he would juz practically scream the song out. AND THEN HIS FACE WOULD GO REDD. so adorablee. he's the reason why i think little kiddies are angels. i want a little kiddy of my own one day. haha. okaayyy. that was very randomm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you calebb !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kewt little angell. haha okay. am gonna go watch &lt;strong&gt;BRING IT ON. &lt;/strong&gt;kaes. bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next time,&lt;br /&gt;the baby angel,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112514417823617741?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112514417823617741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112514417823617741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112514417823617741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112514417823617741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/08/mhrmm_27.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112496504608013875</id><published>2005-08-25T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T03:17:26.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. u cannot believe what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;my sister did not tell me she was staying back for her study group shit thing, so i was waiting for her for like 15 mins, which made me miss the bus. and then she didn't tell me there wasn't gonna be anyone home, so i was stuck outside my house for 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. my mum is like coming behind me every few seconds to check on me. i actually need privacy. goshh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nothing much to say. except that i skipped sport today, and im so bloody glad (: okay. im being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baby angel,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112496504608013875?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112496504608013875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112496504608013875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112496504608013875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112496504608013875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112460253601249549</id><published>2005-08-21T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:35:36.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mhrmm.&lt;br /&gt;my fever just went down (:&lt;br /&gt;after i used the cooling strip thingyy (: yesterday my temperature was 39.3 degree Celsius, now its drop to 37.0. yay (: i guess i'll be going to school tomorrow. whee. okaayyy. haha. i still gotta headache. im sick and i was eating crisps. i seriously cannot take care of myself. i'll just get myself worse.&lt;br /&gt;my cough is still bad. and now i caught a cold. so yeahh. but i should be fit enuff for school (: i dun dread school.. sometimes. only dread it wen i haf a bad day. when my friends ignore me or somethingg. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;nothing taste right, right now. my tastebuds haf officially taken the day off. omg. everything doesn't taste sweet/salty enuff. milk taste bitter and everything. it sucks to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;maddy sez i look better. (: which is really good. i love webcam. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA SHORT POST  CUZ IM SICK.&lt;br /&gt;tell me u love me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baby angel,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112460253601249549?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112460253601249549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112460253601249549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112460253601249549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112460253601249549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/08/mhrmm_21.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112452773472906708</id><published>2005-08-20T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:48:54.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pfft. im sickk.&lt;br /&gt;wadda hell. i feel like crap. i dunno if i got in for the singing thing btw. they havn't said anything yet. i pray i did. it went liddat:&lt;br /&gt;i went in. the music teacher noes my name. she asks for my last name. i tell her. mhrmm. right. there is another teacher. she dunno me name. she asks the other teacher. right. lets skip dis gay part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sing. and ms walter (the one that teachers me music) said something like very good. can't remember exactly. then the other teacher, ms holtz-something, said it was beautiful. and then ms walter asked me why dun i join the choir (anyone can join the choir, btw). so yeah. i guess that's good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had athletics carnival yesterday. i had NO IDEA i was in the 400m, long jump, and javelin events. they are not compulsory events btw. i was 'chosen?'. okay. so yeah. i could have died. i did not want to be in the 400m run. that is a KILLER RUN. i am not exaggerating. the last time i ran, for the try outs, i swear, my head was hurting so bad. i think i said something about that in on of the previous entries. that was the first event. and i was in it. i was so nervous. i tried to get someone to take my place. everyone i asked refused ): . and i know you guys know im a horrible runner. i knoww. anyways. we ran in different groups. kinda. yeahh. cuz we can't all run together, so yeah. out of the 6 gurls i ran with (including me), i came in.. &lt;strong&gt;FIRST!&lt;/strong&gt; whoots for me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so bloody amazed. omgg. i was so . AHH ! words fail me. whee ! long jump was gay. i can't even jump. the last time, for the tryouts, i jumped becuz i had to. it was after the 400m during the try outs. i felt like crap, and then i jumped. so u can tell how much effort i put in it. how crapped. anyways, i jumped 2.30m. mhrmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for javelin, for the tryouts, i threw 9.25m. ((: javelin is HEAPS KEW. i love it. for the actual thing, i dunno how far i threw. mhrmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. when i came home, i was feeling like omg. very terrible. my head felt like it was about to explode, and my throat was on fire. the first thing i did when i got into the hse was to run to my bedroom and lie down. i felt HORRIBLE. i couldn't do anything else. and then all i did was drift in and out of sleep. AWW. horrible. i feel better today. i might not go to school on monday? mhrmm. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rights. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya lots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sick baby angel,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to be sick ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112452773472906708?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112452773472906708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112452773472906708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112452773472906708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112452773472906708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/08/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112428088537899657</id><published>2005-08-17T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T05:14:45.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>peek-a-boo !&lt;br /&gt;i see you .. whee. haha. i just love that. lalala. hayden's sick. haha. that was random. yeah. he is. he has stomach infection and.. andd cough. yepps. thats it. he won't be coming to school for the rest of the week. mhrmm. &lt;strong&gt;hope you get well soon ! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athletics carnival on friday. bugger. dunn wanna go. ): and there's this singing audition thingy tomorrow. am gonna try out. my friends think i should. but i think im gonna stuff it up ): pray i won't !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to run in the FREEZING RAIN today. my shoe dropped half way and so i had to run back and pick it up and continue running.. haha. wasted heaps time. dun matter. i dun give. whee ! it hailed today ! I SAW MY FIRST HAIL.. that lasted for like 2 seconds.. mhrmm. how gay. im so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gtg soon. i've to have a showerrr. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK KAES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your baby angel,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` dun[wanna]be  _//d i f f e r e n t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112428088537899657?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112428088537899657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112428088537899657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112428088537899657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112428088537899657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/08/peek-boo-i-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112398338008238141</id><published>2005-08-14T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T18:36:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mhrmm. no one is online.. no one i can talk to anyways. its only 9am right now. pfft. i was awake at 8am. but i just lay in bed thinkinggg of things, peepo, me.. for an hour. at nine, i finally got myself out of bed. hrmms. haha. yepps. yay ! school tomorroww. i finally finished my tree assignment. (:  was slaving like crazy over it. my nail's okay now, i still dunch have the heart to cut it. #1, i'm scared it'll hurt. #2, it'll look so hideous ! ewww. haha. my nails look super uglyy. omg larhs, i was looking at some pictures of myself that were taken last year, I LOOKED SO FUGLY. eww. so so so fuglyy. i looked fat, andd just wrong. i wonder if i look liddat now. ew. ewewew. i dun wanna look fuglyy. ): haha. omg. im so vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself, i just finished a book ! in like ages. okay.. not that long. but wtv. i just finished reading &lt;strong&gt;the second summer of the sisterhood&lt;/strong&gt;. (: yepps. my sister couldn't even read tru the first book, &lt;strong&gt;the sisterhood of the travelling pants.&lt;/strong&gt; she said it was too cliche. mhrmm. right. it isn't that bad really. i thot it was kew. its all bout gurliees, 'falling in love' and then out of love. and just yepps. oh well. i read tru it. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recommend all you peepo out there to watch &lt;strong&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/strong&gt;. its a movie. i got the dvd. watched it twice already. IT IS ULTRA-SUPERLY-SONICALLY SWEET ! omg i ADORE that movie. starring jim carrey, kate winslet, kirsten dunst, elijah wood, and more. those are the more famous ones. its a love and slightly comical movie. OMG IT ROX. i love it ! whoots ! kaes. won't tell you whats it about in this entry cuz i can't be bothered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but maybe i will if you gimme a ring .. *wink wink, nudge nudge..* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. if you dunno where i'm heading, you have a head of an ass. yepps. you get that. i mean ass as in donkeyy. not as in butt. i'm not foul minded like some peepo. haha. kaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU PEEPO SHOULD GET OUT OF BED EARLIER AND COME ONLINE. I'M SO FRIGGING ALONE RIGHT NOW ! pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your baby angel,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` you're[N E V E R]inhell   +((cuzim an A N G E L))  _//and angels dunch go to hell (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112398338008238141?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112398338008238141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112398338008238141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112398338008238141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112398338008238141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/08/mhrmm.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112393340321244531</id><published>2005-08-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T04:43:23.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee ! i love my new skinn ! it rox ma sox.. go me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and btw, click on the sweetheart to get to the links. yepps. i got a bruise on my leg. cuz james pushed me and i fell over yeshterday.. in school. am gonna get him back for it. WATCH OUT, JAMES ! haha. bloody hell. it hurts like crap. although its not very big, but WADEVERR. it still hurts. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dedicated to my angel, lynnie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE YOU heaps, darlingg. you are so ultra-sonically sweet ! you wrote me a letter. omg . i LOVE you so much. you are the one person that i'll neverrrr forget everrrr. will send you a picure of myself when i get the time to print it.. arghh. i'm so frigging busyy. sorry babe. just wanna let you noe YOU RAWK MY WORLD and i love you for it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps. got her letter today. I WENT TO HABOUR TOWN TODAY AND ACTUALLY BOUGHT SOMETHING !! my sister bought more (as usual) but i still bought stuff instead of just watching my sister buy stuff. so yeah. AM ULTRA GLAD ! sometimes i just hate going shopping cuz im always the one that stands around and just watch people buy stuff and hear them tell me the clothes or shoes i like are too old for me. I HATE THAT ! detest.&lt;br /&gt;loathe.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get a pair of pumps. BUT THEY'RE TOO OLD. pfft. bullcrap. yepps. its pure bull crap. gawd. its so late. wasn't looking at the time. needa get so much done in sucha short time. pfft. hate it when that happens. kaes. TIL NEXT TIME !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your baby angel,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` mean[WHAT]you  +((say))  _//tome~ i take everything seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112393340321244531?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112393340321244531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112393340321244531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112393340321244531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112393340321244531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/08/whee-i-love-my-new-skinn-it-rox-ma-sox.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112375307327658633</id><published>2005-08-11T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:37:53.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee ! im backk. feeling on top of the world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dedicated to the sweet bus driver that took me part of my way to school today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made my day (: i award you the happiest-and-most-cheerful-bus-driver-carmen-has-ever-seen-in-her-life award !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. yepps. today, when i got on the bus, i was like ultra surprised. there was this bus driver ( not aussie ) and he was just so bright and cheerful, its contagious. so like i got on the bus, and he was like, hello, how you? cuz he couldn't say the are. accent i think. and i was just shocked. he was the HAPPIEST bus driver and not forgetting NICEST i have seen in my life. seriously. and he was just so smilyy. and yeahh, at the stop before the one i got off, some PMACS students got off, and he asked them wad school they were in, and the guy said, peter moyes. and the bus driver was like " OHH ! THANK YOU PETER, HAVE A NICE DAY, SAME TIME TOMORROW !" he was literally shoutingg. brought a smile to my face (: and when i got off, and some other students, this senior school gurliee my sister hangs around with was like I LOVE YOU MAN ! hha. he is the mostest smiliest person ever. and i heard him shouting when we got off, KEEP SMILING ! omgg. i could not stopp. so contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee ! today i ran 400m .. and becuz i sprinted most of the way, i thot i'd drop dead when i finished. AND THERE WASN'T A BLOODY IDIOT THAT COMFORTED ME.. okayy. there were some that asked if i was alright. i was like dead. my head was POUNDING! literally. i thot i was gonna die. not gonna do sport tomorrow, gonna get mum to write a note in my diary . yepps. am gonna get out of sport. NEED SOMEONE TO TELL ME THEY LOVE ME !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR babyy angel,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s jeremy sumpter isn't that gay when you look at him again (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112375307327658633?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112375307327658633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112375307327658633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112375307327658633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112375307327658633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/08/whee-im-backk.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112367562619830667</id><published>2005-08-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T05:07:06.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyaz&lt;br /&gt;the little princess is back in the house ! whee. kaes. i feel happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to rachel againn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry for the previous post. i was just feeling ultra upset. i love you heaps, darlingg, and you were my best friend. but times are changing, and we are drifting. i mish you and im sorry for the mean stuff i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i've heaps of assignments piled on me. so im like working on it right now. yepps. while chatting, listening to music, and yepps. multi taskings. I AM DOING MY WORK KAES ! ima good gurliee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaes, guess wad happened? omg. the worst thing everrr. i was on the oval during lunch today, and well, i grabbed hayden's jumper cuz he was tryna take my lunch box, when i felt my nail bend and well, break. and i freaked out. i was like shit, my nail broke. and i looked at it and saw it was bleeding. i freaked out at the sight of the blood. and then i said to maddy. SHIT, i broke my nail and its bleeding. and maddy began to laff. and i was like, its not farnii. and i was like i needa band aid. and she was like i'll go get one with you. hha. it was hilarious. my poor nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gtg showerr !&lt;br /&gt;i noe, short post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU STILL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your baby angel,&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112367562619830667?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112367562619830667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112367562619830667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112367562619830667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112367562619830667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/08/heyyaz-little-princess-is-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112330680260120570</id><published>2005-08-06T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:40:02.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleh. stupid family. forever nagging at me. STUPID EFFING RETARDED BROTHER. he can just go eff himself and die. arghhh. bloody thinks he's so bloody smart. he can dream on. wishful thinking. pfft. i feel so annoyed. i hate this place. i can't run any where. just stuck in this idiotic prison. wish it was monday. i wanna go to school. at least i've more freedom. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dedicated to rachel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanie. u dun want me to go back. whadever you. pfft. forget it. i dun wanna go back anymores. i'll only go back when i'm 21. cuz i signed the agreement. pfft you rachel. so mean. anyways. i muz tryta be nice. rachel was a very good friend. but now she has put me behind her and moved on. so all the best rachel. and thanks for the very sweet few lines you put in your entry bout me. sorry if i sound unappreciative and un-nice. i'm just feeling very moody right now, and i'm slightly incapable of writing very sugar-coated lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to me. i feel like the most PFFT person on earth right now. i needa chill. okays. anyways, was talking on the fone last nite, and i said to my friend, " i know what i want for my burfday.. a ticket back to singapore..." and he was like " do you know we feel very insulted when you say you want to go back cuz its like we are not nice" or something liddat. pfft. right now, i dun wanna go back. not at all. pfft. u peepo dun seem to miss me anyways. so wtf? i'll go back another time. another tomorrow. one day, someday. but not today. yepps. i needa hug again. pfft. hug me someone? i always need a bloody hug when i feel so bloody frustrated. and a very tight hugg. squishy hug so i know i won't fall. i won't fall into that deep pit cuz someone's holding me, and really tight, so i know they won't leave me, won't drop me. i'll know i'm safe. safe in their arms. BLEHH ! i need a baby angel, my baby angel to hug me. where's my baby angel? my dad's coming back on sunday. dun really give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN GIVE A BLOODY DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT MISSING YOU,&lt;br /&gt;OR LOVING YOU,&lt;br /&gt;OR THINKING OF YOU,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz you're not thinking of me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for her baby angel*&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112330680260120570?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112330680260120570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112330680260120570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112330680260120570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112330680260120570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/08/bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112271866540784378</id><published>2005-07-30T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T03:17:45.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee ! i got cravinggs .. haha. that meeans i feel fat. yepps. just changed my blogskin again. dunch you just love me? haha. i feel ultra supersonically hyperr and sweet today. been calling everyone sweetie and deariee and sweetheartt and yepps. whee. TELL ME YOU LOVE ME ! i wanna hug again today. no one to gimme a hugg. ): *pouts* need someone to tell me they love me. anyone? haha. i dun think so. i'm wearing a pink ( andd super tite) supre shirt and baggy lee jeans right noww. pfft. i can't breathe.. TOO FATTTT. haha. yesterday was a super fun day. went to maddy's house with aneka. aneka slept over. i wish i could.. ): anyways, when we were in the shower, like i took a little conditioner, and maddy was like wadd? so little? and she took the bottle and just squeezed it on my headd. ! i started to screamm. haha. aneka became slightly insane somewhere in between. haha. she was laffing like crazy. we muz have gave her a little too much chocolate. haha. we were like living on chocolatess yesterdayy ! so farnii. and we were talkingg and laffing and screamingg. ultra funn. wanna go againn. haha. it was so hilarious. and then we were trying on bras. they kept insisting i had big boobs, but i was like, hell no, i'm flatt. and then they would look at me in THATT way, and we would start all over again.. haha. so farnii. then we were trying on other peepo's bra. HAHAH ! and we started taking pictures ( mostly of me ) haha. i hope dey didn't delete them. we would show them to our friends on mondayy. yepps. super farnn. and we were eating lollies by the hand fulls. we ate so much i felt sickk. haha. yepp. we all started to feel sickkishh. and then we started writing notes. i left just before 9. yepps. went to whitfords todayy ! bought impulse and chocolates ( cravingss ) and biscuits ( cravinggss ) and heaps of ultrasonically unhealthy junkk ( CRAVINGGS! ) haha. my badd ! haha. whee. dis post has heaps of hahas. haha. whee. i've gone madd. (CRAVINGGS !) haha. haha. haha. haha. okayy. forgive me. i'm like drunkk. on.. CRAVINGGS ! i love MNG ! WHEE. yeshh. MNG= my life. ( in the future anyways ) okayy. til next time !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking about,&lt;br /&gt;and praying for,&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming of,&lt;br /&gt;and missing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUU !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sealed with a kiss ( blown or direct )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the chiobu,&lt;br /&gt;the ultra-sonically-superly-hyper princess,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112271866540784378?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112271866540784378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112271866540784378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112271866540784378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112271866540784378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/whee-i-got-cravinggs.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112221365592772618</id><published>2005-07-24T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T07:00:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg !&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MNG CLOTHES ! especially the summer collection. but its like hell ex kaes. shit lars. THEIR BIKINIS ARE SO KEW. AND THEIR SHIRTS AND THEIR JEANS !! omg. i'm in LOVE with MNG. shit kaes, i pressed this buy now button to like see how much it'll cost, and like nothhing happened. i hope i didn't do anything wrong. *crosses fingers* pft. i wish i could wear and buy their clothes. DUNCH MATTER, I WILL WHEN I'M OLDERR. all my clothes ( or most of it ) is gonna be from mango. i love MNG ! omg. ommgg. i'm so obsessed now. right now, i only have one pair of MNG jeans. which i love alot, but it's kinda tight, was my cousin's. i love that pair of jeans. pfft. maddy is pissed with me, cuz like yeapps. i dun really wanna say. i hope she won't be. ): i'm so sad.. AND OBSESSED WITH MNG ! omg. it is just so fetch. and i love my new skinn. it is VERYY FETCH TOO ! okay okay, i'm gonna tell you my ambition. AFTER UNI ( i'm gonna take a law course, hopefully ), I'LL BECOME AN AIR STEWARDESS FOR LIKE A WHILE, THEN I'M GONNA BECOME A LAWYER AND SETTLE IN ONE SPOT ! whoot ! i love my ambition. dunch it just rawk? i noe aye? okay okay, getting very late. PFFT I LOVE MANGO SO MUCHH ! you peepo should go check it out, it just rawks ma sox. I LOVE THEIR BIKINIS. their autumn collection is not so fetch tho. BTW, I NEED INFORMATION ON MNG, LIKE THE FOUNDER AND STUFF LIDDAT. please help me. need it for a project. a news paper article on some consuming company thingy. yepps. THANKEWS and til next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and praying for,&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming of,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for,&lt;br /&gt;and missing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MNG ! nahh, YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses with glossy&amp; sticky&amp;amp; kissable lip gloss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the satisfied princess,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KARMA EXSISTS. BE GOOD TO IT AND IT'LL BE GOOD TO YOU ! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112221365592772618?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112221365592772618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112221365592772618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112221365592772618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112221365592772618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/omg-i-love-mng-clothes-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112212134875405926</id><published>2005-07-23T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T05:22:28.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyaz !&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, i've got like heaps of assignments i've to work on this weekend and saturday is almost over. pfft. i was like wishing for school to start, and now i wish it didn't. i am so fickled.. oh well, that's nothing new. my sister is PMSing so i better stay out of her way, or i'll get fired up too, and then there would be a cat fight. haha. okayys. there's not much to say other then well, i'm UBERLY HAPPY becuz lynnie wrote me a letter ( not email ) and valentina said that i'm her bestest true friend. YAY ! go me. haha. okays. i'm seriously bored. i feel so slack. sheesh. i've thot of what i wanna do with my life now. i'm gonna take a law course when i go to uni, and then after that, i'll become an air stewardess for a while, and see most of the world, before becoming a lawyer. haha ! yay. that'll be funn. fun fun fun. who wanna join me ? it'll be kew to like have a friend like working with you, like a friend you've known since forever. that'll be so kew. and then they could be ur travelling and shopping friend too. whee. big dream. but then i won't need a car, or an apartment, cuz i won't be in the same country for a long time. so yepps. sighh. i dunno whadda say but i'm still waiting for more letters and I MISS YOU GURLIEES LOTS ! God bles and til next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for,&lt;br /&gt;and praying for,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;and looking for,&lt;br /&gt;and missing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses with lip gloss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the confused princess,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` expect[the]worst +(( f r o m  l i f e ))  _//and youwon't be disappointedeasilyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112212134875405926?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112212134875405926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112212134875405926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112212134875405926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112212134875405926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/heyyaz-sheesh-ive-got-like-heaps-of.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112186066475152913</id><published>2005-07-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T04:57:44.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyoz peepo.&lt;br /&gt;haha. my holidays just ended, so like mhrmm, i dun have much time to post. this would be an ultra short post cuz like yeapps, nothing much to say anyways. i wanna shout out to a few peepo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my bestie maddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BURFDAY GURLIEE, although i dunch think you'll see this, but anyways, i hope all your wishes come true and God bless you always (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to my beautiful erica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BURFDAY TO YOU TOO ! omg, i miss you heaps ! ): sorry i dun have a prezzie for you, i'm in aus kaes, so you haf to be understanding. I LOVE YOU NOW, AND I WILL FOREVER, AND DUN EVER FORGET THAT ! haha. God bless you and all your wishes come true (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. yepps. thats like all. I KNOW, ULTRA SHORT, but i really dunch have anything much to say (: I LOVE YOU ALL and til next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;and hoping for,&lt;br /&gt;and praying for,&lt;br /&gt;and missing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses with lip gloss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the never-been-happier princess,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` the[world]is +((how Y O U seeit))   _//not how others see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112186066475152913?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112186066475152913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112186066475152913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112186066475152913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112186066475152913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/heyyoz-peepo.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112150322480779837</id><published>2005-07-16T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:40:24.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay ! i'm so gladd ! lauren's helping me code a blogskin design i just kinda put together. it has this little rainbow picture thing yeahh. and i just added stuff to it and made it.. to my preference. its really nice.. to me, but i think it a bit too plain. so yepps. lauren sez she can add some stuff to it. yepps. i'm so proud of my design. my first ever design i'll be using ! whee ! pfft. actually, the more i look at it, the more i'm unsatisfied with it. sheesh. wads wrong with me? ):&lt;br /&gt;pfft. thank God for lauren. i have someone to talk to now (: YAYS FOR LAUREN ! whoot ! go laurenn, its ur burfdayy ! haha. i've gone slightly.. high? haha. no, i'm drug-free. im a guai gurliee (: haha. self praise, never a disgrace (: whee. i'm feeling cold today. and again, didn't get my hug yesterdayy. pfft. i never get what i want. or most of the time. my mummy and daddy are coming back tonights.. kindaa. like finally. after leaving us here for so long. unable to leave the frigging house.. hardly anyways. then troubling my aunt. i do not like troubling peepo. so not me. i want lauren to come to aussie and stay near me. then i got a closish friend to talk to and hang around (: which is verryyy good. LAUREN ! MAKE SURE YOU DUNCH STUDY ! COME AND ACCOMPANY ME IN AUSTRALIA. haha. okay okay. i'll not be selfish. but like right now, she's the only person that could come to aussie and accompany me soon.. and we weren't enemies or anything. and we aren't enemies. so thats kew. i've a friend from singapore that i've known for quite a long time with me in auss. LIFE WOULD BE SO MUCH BRIGHTERR. (:&lt;br /&gt;do you hear that lauren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEUU WOULD MAKE MY LIFE BRIGHTERR !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. am eating ice cream with choc sauce now (: yumms. the ice-cream's like ultra hard tho. mhrmm. but its still like nice (: im gonna make my mum buy more ice cream when she gets back. mhrmm. i'm gonna get a banana noww. mmm.. just me eating right now. yumms. now im drinking mango juice. 35% fruit juice. today's fruit day for me (: i ate a banana. with ice cream &amp; choc sauce. how healthy. *coughs* haha. i think i'm falling ill. i kept sneezing in the morning. pfft. and my nose kept runningg. like eww. i knoww. hahaa. its coldd ! i need someone to lend me their jacket.. ANYONE? haha okay. im not so cold anymore (:  yepps. dunch u just love this entry? so many smiley faces (: haha. whee. i needa friend. i need someone to invite me shopping and then we'll laff and eat ice-cream and buy lotsa stuff. and i needa friend i'm really close to, so i would feel comfortable, and not so self-concious. and i need cash. haha. i love singing. when and if lauren comes, i'll make her go shop with me, and eat, and laff with me. and i'll make sure she's home 24/7 cus i'll make her talk to me the whole night long. haha. (: yay. nice dream. love it. no point me writing anymore. cuz i'm taking like 3 hrs to finish dis.. haha. okay til next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving,&lt;br /&gt;and hoping for,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and praying for,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;and missing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses with lip gloss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` deathh[is]the +((one-fate))   _//no one can escape               &lt;3 what makes you think you're so special?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112150322480779837?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112150322480779837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112150322480779837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112150322480779837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112150322480779837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/yay-im-so-gladd-laurens-helping-me.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112140573319561111</id><published>2005-07-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:35:33.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pfft. i feel terrible. maddy kinda got in trouble for looking at my blog with the previous skin. the 'pain i feel' skin by fcuk one. sighh. oh well, i sent her an email and all, to apologise, yepps. i didn't noe she would get in trouble for it. &lt;strong&gt;SO SORRY, MADDY&lt;/strong&gt; ! my bad. sometimes i feel like some kinda jinx. sometimes it's as if all the bad things fall upon me. ): not a good day today. i needa friend to talk to. i needa frigging calling card. needa call rics or valen or someone. i daren't call maddy anymore. sighh. oh well. i gotta live with my fate. i needa song or something for the front intro thingy. i dunno if the one currently on is a song or not. never seen it before. i wish i was in singapore again. for now i guess. if there was no PSLE, i would fly back, somehow, and i would beg and scream and pray not to leave. but those things didn't happen, so i'm here now. why didn't y'all visit me during your june holidays? y'all haf no idea how lonely i get here sometimes. i get so lonely i'll look at my watch and wonder wad you're doing right now. and wish i was with you, doing the same thing. dun care if it's sitting there staring at mrs kam talking about why the desert is so hot. at least i'm around and i'm able to pass y'all notes or something. pfft.. i needa pillow, and a sound-proof room. i needa scream. scream so that all my unhappiness would just fade away and disappear. gawdd. i needa friend. or someone. to lean on when i feel the most vulnerable, the most unstable. to trust with all my darkest, and deepest secrets. gawd, i need a psychiatrist. haha. didn't really mean that. if anyone ever sent me to some mental clinic, i would turn crazy with anger. cuz to me, it'll mean that they dunch believe whatever i say and think it rubbish, crazy, and the only explanation they could think of for me to say whatever that they don't believe is that i'm crazy. which i'm not, by the way. i'm 100% sane. now, at least. i received so many emails in my gmail account yesterday.. or today. which is a very comforting thing. yepps. i love receiving mail, even tho its just this download msn thing cuz ur friends wanna talk to you. sighh. i wish y'all would come and visit me during you're end year holidays. i could kinda bring y'all around or something.&lt;strong&gt; ANYONE&lt;/strong&gt;? i needa hug today. won't get one, but still wishing. i needa shoulder to cry on. i dunno why i feel so miserable. i guess it's becuz i dun want maddy's dad and/or mum to hate me. and i kinda think they do. or something liddat. pfft. hate feeling hated. i needa soft wall to bang my headd onn. i needa listening ear. pfft. oh well. won't get all those things i need. so i'll just dream. and dream some more. sigh. i've no time to dream. i gotta go now. til next time yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;and hoping for,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for,&lt;br /&gt;and praying for,&lt;br /&gt;and missing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses with lip gloss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` life[wasn't]made +((fair))   _ //it was made for someone to make it fair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112140573319561111?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112140573319561111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112140573319561111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112140573319561111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112140573319561111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/pfft_15.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112132991266936031</id><published>2005-07-14T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:31:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh, i'm so happy i could die.&lt;br /&gt;i've found a perfect skin for my mood. sheesh, hell yeah i feel dead. dunch u just love it? so fetch. whee. i &lt;strong&gt;LOVE IT&lt;/strong&gt;. i changed it here and there to make it perfect. actually i found another one, same theme, and i thot it was &lt;strong&gt;JUST SO SO SO KEW&lt;/strong&gt;, but like there was only a section for entries, no tag board, no profile, no nothing but entries, and i didn't really want nothing but entries.. so yeah. if not, i'd take it. it's just so.. simple, but the message get's across. so perfect, yet so far from it. (: i'm so poetic. haha. i dun feel so crappish today, which rox. i called valen yesterday (: was so much to talk about but so little time. i was gonna call her back, but i couldn't. &lt;strong&gt;SORRY VALENN&lt;/strong&gt; ! i just got a gmail account (: so proud. thankews to my cousin for inviting me in. email me stuff do that account only kaes? cuz like gmail has more space. hotmail's so pathetic. okay. my email is &lt;a href="mailto:fairyywings@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fairyywings@gmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. so fetch yeah? i knoww. ahah. i wanted fairyydust, but like it was taken. so fairyywings seemed kew and all that. so yepps. read the stuff i typed on the bottom (it's part of the skin), i love what i wrote. if u dun see what i'm pointing at, it sez ______` +[[ she-was ]] miss popular&amp; miss all that&amp;amp; miss beautiful&amp; miss alone&amp;amp; miss unloved&amp; miss D E A D.&lt;br /&gt;omg. is that kew or is that kew? made it up myself. i think it kew anyways. dunch care if others dunch. please respect that that is copyrighted and all rights are reserved. for me of course (: whee. i'm tryna do something to my tag board colour things. not working out right now.. pfft. how gay's that? hmm. when i dunch feel crappish, i dun think i look crappish. or maybe its the other way round. haha. oh well. maybe's the eyeliner. &lt;strong&gt;GAWD&lt;/strong&gt;, eyeliner works &lt;strong&gt;WONDERS&lt;/strong&gt;. it is addictive. haha. ohh, and i received this email from my mum, about the 5 worst foods you can ever eat. i swear, i'm not ever gonna touch them. of course, you know some. the five are donuts, french fries &lt;strong&gt;(TERRIBLE, FRENCH FRIES ARE), &lt;/strong&gt;fried seafood (so sad), potato chips, and sodas (very very sad). oh well. that's life. you can't indulge without dying. they all cause cancer. and &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;french fry is more harmful than &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; cigarette. so you get the picture. eat french fries, you die faster than when u smoke. thank God i'm not so addicted to french fries. i dun wanna die just yet. i still got a future planned for myself. a bright, bright future. (: i'm so upset. i told maddy to call me today at around 11am, and she still hasn't called. izzit so boring talking to me? sheesh, that's not a very nice fact to find out about someone. i'm so hurt. ): aha. i'm not so darn touchy. gosh. i think i'm gonna go get my hair trimmed on sunday. school's starting on tuesday. i'd rather slave in school then stay at home and rot. seriously. i hate my holidays. i did not accomplish a single anything. sheesh. except gain some weight ( i think) which is &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;an accomplishment. nopes. not at all. i think i'm balding. sheesh. i need beijing 101. or yun nam hair care. haha. dun worry, i'll live through this life crisis.. baldingg. and i'm only twelve. sheesh. haha. im so paranoid. lindsay lohan's songs rawk. i wonder why chad michael murray is thot hot. i dunch find him kewt really. not at all actually. maybe a little.. but no. i dun think he's&lt;strong&gt; THAT&lt;/strong&gt; hot. dunno why some gurls love him so much. he's not worth it. not kewt enuff. gawd, i can point out guys in my school that's kewter. geez. some gurls.. there's a movie coming out starring jessica simpson. aha. she's dis kick ass bikini cop i guess. yepps. looks farni enuff. have y'all heard of it? betcha y'all have. there's another one with paris hilton and chad michael murray. i dunno what's dat about tho. not sure. i didn't noe paris hilton could act. she's just famous for.. her body? i'm not exactly sure. maybe it's her dad or something. i think jessica simpson acts dumb. no one can be that dumb. i think she has a barbie doll look. and a good voice. but ashlee simpson is a big no-no. not pretty, not unique. just there. her songs aren't really that great anyways. yepps. my mum&amp; dad are coming back on saturday. no big. dun really give. i guess i'll needa get earplugs. gonna have more screaming. sigh. my mum's screaming all the time. oh well, almost. i think i'll be joining both yoga and kickboxing with my sister. if i could do taekwondo and survive for about 4 years, i can survive yoga and kickboxing. yesh. &lt;strong&gt;I CAN DO IT&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. duhh i can. i'm so jealous of my sister's fingers. i wish i had her fingers. i hate mine. and i hate my legs. i'm bow-legged. so uglyy. and i have dry legs. eww. not nice at all. at all, at all, at all ! hate it bad. oh well. i wish there were more &lt;strong&gt;LARGE &lt;/strong&gt;windows in the house. i need to bathe and indulge in more light when i'm in the house. seriouslyy. i'm gonna be so pale, i become transluscent. whicch is so not good. i think all my muscles are becoming flabby already ): pfft. i'm becoming flabby. flabby meee. *pouts* hhaa. okay. i think that's enuff for one entry. and hello lyn (tan). thankews for tagging my blog (: yay ! and thankews lauren. no i'm not cursing you, i'm not so evil *coughs*. haha. okay. look for me in perth kaes? i'm in the more western side.. i think. gawd, i dun even noe where i am. sheesh. haha. okay. til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for,&lt;br /&gt;and praying for,&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming of,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;and hoping for,&lt;br /&gt;and missing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses with lip gloss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` don't[tell]me // +((whaddado))  ___ -* for i am not your fool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112132991266936031?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112132991266936031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112132991266936031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112132991266936031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112132991266936031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/oooh-im-so-happy-i-could-die.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112109257269387573</id><published>2005-07-11T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:56:10.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighh. i'm back&lt;br /&gt;gawd kaes. i'm frigging bored here. pfft. i'm so frigging pissed at her. for dumping us here in this shithole and then going back. so like i'm stuck. if i was in singapore, at least i could go out with my friends. but here, its foreign. i'm frigging new to this place, and i can't frigging go out cuz she's so frigging paranoid that i might get snatched off the streets or something. &lt;strong&gt;THEN WHY THE FRIGGING HELL DID SHE LEAVE ME HERE? TO ROT? IS THAT THE WHOLE FRIGGING PURPOSE?&lt;/strong&gt; cuz she succeeded. &lt;strong&gt;I AM FRIGGING ROTTING, DAMMIT!&lt;/strong&gt; she muz be celebrating. this sux. big time. like what i've been doing for my holidays is juz drifting around, sleeping, eating and drifting around. i'm equivalent to a ghost. im frigging pale and i juz drift. and drift some more. thanks alot. thanks a whole lot. not one frigging fone call. and what? am i suppose to tell her its alright? everything's fine? everything's frigging good and life couldn't be better? &lt;strong&gt;I FRIGGING SWEAR, I'M GONNA MOVE OUT WHEN I'M 18.&lt;/strong&gt; i'll start saving now, and when i'm 18, i'm gonna rent an apartment. and maybe get a roommate. gawd, i swear. i'm so frigging stuck here. i can't go shopping, or anywhere for that matter. pfft. screw her. if i can't move out when i'm 18, i'm gonna get my own car. and then i'll have a little bit of freedom. not much, but it's still there. and no frigging person but myself is gonna use it. and i'll make sure its a good car. a ferrari or porshe convertible. pink. either those plastic barbie pink or hot metallic pink. most probably the hot pink. and it'll be mine. only mine. will put chiobu as the carplate&lt;br /&gt;or juz carmenn. yepps. big dream, i know. but it juz might come true. and when i turn 15, i'll go work somewhere to earn extra green. dunch care where. as long as it pays reasonably and it is not wrong. i won't work in a place where i have a chance of getting shot. like the petrol station. hell no am i gonna work in someplaace where i've a risk of dying. not worth my life. i can work in coles, or woolworths or whatever. i'm thinking of babysitting. it seems kew. but i duno how much it pays. and maybe, when i get my license, i'll go get a delivery job. juz driving. might meet some kewt guy on the way. haha. rights. mhrmm, didn't really mean that. okay. my dream is really taking shape. gawd, i have like eyebags kaes. i look like a frigging zombie. i needa sleep earlier. yepp yepp. and i've finally removed my screwed nail polish from my nails. thank gawd, it looks like hell nicer now (: okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda gonna diss the question thing. i have like no more questions to ask myself. maybe you'all can help. juz send wadever &lt;strong&gt;NICE, SANE AND NOT DUMB&lt;/strong&gt; questions to my tag board. and i'll try to include them (:yepps. til then, i'll see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and hoping for,&lt;br /&gt;and praying for,&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming about,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for,&lt;br /&gt;and missing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses with lip gloss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112109257269387573?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112109257269387573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112109257269387573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112109257269387573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112109257269387573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/sighh.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112099972878487002</id><published>2005-07-10T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T05:55:07.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so unaccomplished. havn't been doing anything these holidays. my sister waants me to join her kickboxing. i guess i will. seems kew anyways. and if that dunch work out, we'll do yoga. (: how kew's that? whee. okay. a simple message for a jealous someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the jealous bitch who tagged my board:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know you are so frigging upset i've a nicer attitude, face and everything compared to you that you have to voice it out. but even if you were jealous and all that, you could have left your name. i guess you're a coward too. oh well. or maybe, its juz cuz you're too ugly to show ur face. i dunch give a hoot about what the hell you think, but if you wanna say something, try not to hide behind a false name and get your spelling right. i can't help it if i'm all that. i guess you'll just have to live with it. so juz piss off, bitch, cuz i seriously do not have time for gut-less good-for-nothings,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;jie ming. i'm not so frigging dumb. i know who the hell you are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some of y'all must be wondering what the hell i was talking about. well, it's juz some tag some bitch left on the tag board, but i've deleted it already. so all's kew. back to my life. oh well. nothing interesting has been happening lately. last night i was watching what lies beneath with my sister. its seriously scary. but i've watched it like hell a lot of times so i kinda know what was going to happen, and when. i was like so tired, i fell asleep half way tru. haha. so like yeahh. i wanna calling card. sheesh. if i had one, i could like call y'all. its really different from chatting to y'all online than from talking to y'all on the fone. sigh. i really miss talking to y'all. since there is nothing else to say, i'll juz sign off. til next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and hoping for,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking about,&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming of,&lt;br /&gt;and missing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahs with lip gloss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` not[your]average +((gurliee)) //*-___ i belong to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112099972878487002?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112099972878487002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112099972878487002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112099972878487002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112099972878487002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112082569718890789</id><published>2005-07-08T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:02:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pfft. so annoying, my previous post i had posted today was like cancelled. wasted my time. i muz rewrite everythingg now. hmm. i dunno wadda say anymore. okay. i think i'm like gonna repaint my nails. they are like chipped at the end. so awful. yuckkyy nails. i broke a promise i made to myself yeshterday, and i'm so glad i did. haha. i knoww. kinda weird. but wadeverr. im so proud of myself. ((: i was feeling kinda low yeshterday. dunno why really. maybe it was juz me. rics is not online. i was hoping she would be. she go gurl. she helped me break my promise ((: haha. okayy. i won't tell you what promise it is tho. kinda personal. onlyy rics and dwi noes. im sure they won't tell. i trust themm ((: im sucha secretive person yeahh? whee. okay. didn't do that much today.. juz like every other holidayy. pfft. juz watching time slipp by. my brother is playing chess now, so cannot go home.. yet. there's like no one online at all. goshh. and it's a fridayy. y'all can't be that stressed rights? and it's 8 o'clock. its not like 9 in the morning. i wanna talk to someone. i was in need of a real hug so bad last nite. but i didn't get one. )): so sad rights? i noe. hahas. okay. i like the songs incomplete, untitled, and uhh, a little too late alots nows. whee. deyy rawk. ultra kew songs. okayy. rights. mhmm. i'm thinking of changing my blog skin again. haha. i think i will. mhmm. should i ? i mean like, this skin is very kewt and nice and stuff, but like its getting a little boringg. so yeah. i think i will. after this post. but like if i can't find anything kewt and stuff, i'll juz leave it liddat. ((:&lt;br /&gt;+((questionn))_ //*&lt;br /&gt;what do i think is totally wrong for a gurl to be?&lt;br /&gt;[[answerr-]]_//+-&lt;br /&gt;bimbotic, i'm-the-bez, i'm-miss-popular, i'm-all-that, i've-big-boobs, guys-come-to-me, piss-off-im-too-hot-for-you, slutty, cheap, bitchy, juz plain ugly, i-think-i'm-pretty-but-everyone-else-knows-i'm-not attitudes. juz wrongg.&lt;br /&gt;whee. okay. that's like all. i've really nothingg much to say. sorrys. til next time yeahs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving,&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming about,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking about,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for,&lt;br /&gt;and hoping for,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` not[your]average +((gurliee)) // __- i belongg to me+/*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112082569718890789?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112082569718890789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112082569718890789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112082569718890789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112082569718890789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112070917891509995</id><published>2005-07-07T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:01:20.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. i'm back again ((:&lt;br /&gt;YAY! y'all were sneaking to look at my blog and tag! go 6se!! whee. so happy ((: I LUHVE 6SE. ESPECIALLY MELISSA, VALENTINA AND JULIETTE! u gurliees rock my world. i'm missing y'all lots. LOVE luhve LOVE luhve LOVE my new skin. got sick of the other one. aha. im so fickled. oh wells. u peepo muz get a headset connected to your computers soon kaes? I WANNA TALK TO Y'ALL BAD. very very bad. *puppy eyes* i feel like knocking my head hard on the wall. argh. i need a camera. I FEEL VAIN. vain vain vain. ahaha. i'm crazy alreadys. ohh and i saved my $45. so glad. i luhve a new song. its called misfit, by amy studt. IT RAWKS. caps ROCK too. ahaha. okay the bridge and the chorus go liddat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you can do what you're doing down there&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'll be flying higher&lt;br /&gt;Waste your own time&lt;br /&gt;i dun care&lt;br /&gt;Anything you can do, i can do better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you gurls you look and flip your hair, you wonder why i'm still here&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;you're superficial, i'm a misfit&lt;br /&gt;but baby that's okay&lt;br /&gt;All you gurls you look into the mirror tell me how do you appear&lt;br /&gt;you're superficial, i'm a misfit&lt;br /&gt;you're superficial, i'm a misfit&lt;br /&gt;but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rawks yeahh? oh well. to me anyways. whee. i love the background music for my blog. its a chinese song yeahh? i think.. not exactly sure. but it sounds ultra familiar. whee. i wanna hugg. RICS. I WANNA HUG. i feel like crying. missing y'all too much. come visit me kaes? i can't wait so long. before 9 years have come and gone, i'll have died. from missing-6se-too-much disease. i'll be the first one to discover that disease ((: ahaha. i'm mad. then i'll die and become an angel, and i'll make sure y'all suffer from missing-carmen-too-much disease, and come join me in heavenn. whee. whadda sweet dream yeahhs? im still dreaming.. ahaha. but dreams dunch come true. they juz disappear the moment u open ur eyes. and all we'd remember is it was all just a dream. a figment of my imagination. and no matter how hard i might try, it would just stay as my unforgotten.. dream. sighh. if dreams could come true, i would dream forever of being with y'all once more. and of course, of finding himm*. whoever he* might be. ((:&lt;br /&gt;question__*&lt;br /&gt;why do i think that most humans are the worst possible beasts ever?&lt;br /&gt;answerr__*&lt;br /&gt;okay. lets put it this way. if humans never existed, what would the world be like? the world won't be polluted cuz there are no stinking humans to litter or spill oil into the sea. animals won't die cuz there are no selfish humans to kill them to wear on their ugly bodies. and the animals and plants and stuff won't be extinct or endangered. the bottom line is THE WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE. in my opinion of course.&lt;br /&gt;but we all think differently. no two anything that has thots, feelings and dreams are the same. in my opinion.. that is. oh well. i'll juz stop crapping around. til next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming of,&lt;br /&gt;and hoping for,&lt;br /&gt;and missing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the china doll,&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`not[your]average __+((gurliee)) // i belong to me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112070917891509995?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112070917891509995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112070917891509995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112070917891509995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112070917891509995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112062548227266333</id><published>2005-07-06T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:00:38.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyoz againn ((:&lt;br /&gt;like 2 nights ago, i painted my nails. so proud ((: i used seriously branded nail polish i found in my mum's room. shh. no one's suppose to know ((: naughty me. hehe. sigh. my hands look so wrinkled. eww. dunch like my fingerss. not nice. )): whee. im so cold. okay. the brands of the nail polish i used were chanel, givenchy, estee lauder.. and yeahh. thats all. expensive ((: oh well, my nails deserve the bez. whee. im so vain. oh well. found eye liner in my mum's room too. so happy. i oso found very expensive cosmetics that im not gonna use. gawd. didn't noe my mum had so much stuff. sigh. and dey look all neu. tho i bet they're not. okay. yesterday, i went to watch a movie. my first movie in australia. trust me, it is VERY different from the ones in singapore. you dun have to be an adult to buy adult tickets. i watched mr and mrs smith. it was rated m, but my 11 years old brother could also watch. so you get the picture. yeapp. and they don't assign you seats, you go in and you see which ones are available. we could only find seats in the front row. during the show, i felt sick. muz be because we were too close to the screen. felt like pukingg. arghh. but the show waas kew. so yeahh. angelina jolie is so pretty. i dun tink she is totally american tho. i think she is bit thai or somethingg. ((: missing singapore's sushi. its nicer than the ones in aussie. and most of the aussies dunch like sushi. or seaweed. harhars. oh well. ((: i do. I LUHVE SUSHI AND SEAWEED. whee. go sushi. whoot! hars. you peeps muz go get a microphone inserted to ur comps kaes? so i can talk to y'all without paying. using skype. yepp yepp. cuz i got one and so far only one person has one. pfft. im so cold. so pissed off kaes, cuz like my mum's in singapore, and like none of us knew that some chairs were gonna be delivered yesterday, so like all of us went out, and then like the delivery peepo couldn't get in (duhh), so like this woman called today, and was like u gotta pay $45 to get them to deliver the chairs. and i was like IM ONLY 12 FOR GOD'S SAKES. of cuz i didn't say that lars. im not crazy noes. okay. so like i didn't noe wad to do. and the lady was like i'll juz get them to deliver your chairs and u juz give them $45 when they get there. like dots. so i was like okayy. and guess who's paying? of course, ME. grr. i gave my sister $40 from my pay and like i only have $5o for myself, and i pay. rightt. so fair. its always me. and i'm not the oldest. im 12. 12. 12. 12. twelve. thats not a very old age. hmm. no use complaining. there goes all my moneyy. i was hoping to save it though. my sister reckons $45 is a rip off. but its like not for us to decide is it? guess not. question time ((:&lt;br /&gt;question__*&lt;br /&gt;what in your opinion is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;answerr__*&lt;br /&gt;a best friend is always beside you, helping you when you face obstacles, understanding when you say things you dun mean on impulse, holding your hand and guiding you through life. best friends dun necessarily have to call you everyday, or buy you things, they just have to lend you a listening ear now and then. and they never tire of you mumbling away about how annoyed you feel or how much you like this certain someone, and they keep your darkest and deepest secrets. no two peepo who know each other will never fight. but in the end, best friends apologise, whether they are right or wrong, and become the bestest friends again. a best friend would not walk ahead of you, becuz they know they're bez friend might not know the way to follow. a best friend would also not walk behind you, for they know they're bez friend might not know the way to lead. a best friend would walk beside they're bez friend, guiding each other through life. ((:&lt;br /&gt;whee. so sweet. hars. okay. yesterday was white and black day. hars. cuz like i wore black and white clothes only. so proud. okay. i wore a white one sleeve top with a black and white stripped skirt (esprit), and a black jacket, with my black hair and black eyeliner. ((: i also wore white shoes. ohh, and a black gold coloured chain. the only unblack or white thing i wore was my earrings. they were bright green. hars okay. i looked abit like a gothic with my eyelinerr. arghh. dun like gothics. they are such wanna-bes. oh well. ((: okay. thats all for now. i know this entry is kinda longg.. ((: oh well, til next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for,&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming of,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;and wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;and missingg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu,&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee,&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll,&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112062548227266333?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112062548227266333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112062548227266333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112062548227266333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112062548227266333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/heyyoz-againn-like-2-nights-ago-i.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112046038787435548</id><published>2005-07-04T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T07:33:20.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>span &gt;peek-a-boo!&lt;br /&gt;haars. i see yeuu. okayy. im going mad. mhmm. okayy. my life. oh well. i was so pissed off last nite. i was feeling so upset with everyone. i cried a teeny bits. sighh. i've been feelingg veryy moody. gonna watch a movie tomorrow with ma aunt and cousins and sister and brother. i thinkk. dunch feel like doing anything tho. i feel like juz lying down and watching time fly by. sighh. feeling like taking fotos of myself. hars. i so vain. but of cuz only i can take the pictures. dunn like taking fotos that much. i always turn out looking weird. i have no confidence in myself. sometimes anyways. today's youth day. i didn't even noe until lynnie and all told me. im so backwards now. sighh. rightt. QUESTIONN time&lt;br /&gt;question__*&lt;br /&gt;why do yeuu think 6se would forget u.. one day?&lt;br /&gt;answerr__*&lt;br /&gt;hmm. well, cuz im not there with them all, laffing and stuff. and im changing with every passing day. im not like i was 2 years ago. or 2 months ago. and that's the same with them. they will go on with their lives, like im going on with mine, and as time passes, slowly but surely, i'll be juz a blurred page of their past. that's what i think anyway. 9 years is an awfully, awfully long time. in 9 years, anything and everything can happen. alll we can do is tryy. try i'll hardest, and with a little bit of luck, we would remember and meet up again, as the bez of friends everr ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. parts of 2 songss i like ALOT currentlyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would answer all you're wishes, if you asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and say three words, like you used to do.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you make my life worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;So I told you with a smile...&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm in Love With you&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be with till the end&lt;br /&gt;When I come undone&lt;br /&gt;You bring me back again&lt;br /&gt;Back under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Back into your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet yeahs? hars. its all about you by mcfly and fall to pieces by avril lavigne. betcha knew that alreadys. oh well. juz in case rights? okayy. that's all for now. til next time ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wishing for&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; missing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; wondering about&lt;br /&gt;YEUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`not[your]average __+((gurliee))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112046038787435548?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112046038787435548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112046038787435548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112046038787435548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112046038787435548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/span-peek-boo-haars.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112036627680531526</id><published>2005-07-03T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:58:33.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pumpkin soup with lotsa shredded cheddar cheeze and a dash of milk plus a little sprinkle of chicken salt. ohh and the pumpkin soup is instant ((:&lt;br /&gt;that was my breakfast ((: so farnii. okayy. had a morning bath todayy. so yay. and there was this window right next to the tubb so i was basking in sunlight. sighh. so nice. just had lunchh. baked rice with plentiful of cheeze and mushroom and bacon. so full now. i luhve my new blog skin. it rox my sox.&lt;br /&gt;whee. ((: luhvingg it. i love the song about yeuu by mcflyy. it is so sweet. okay. question time.&lt;br /&gt;question__*&lt;br /&gt;who do i think i am?&lt;br /&gt;answerr__*&lt;br /&gt;i am a .. hmm. veryy shy, determined, immatured, sweet, matured, awful, hated, luhved, easy, difficult, impulsive, cautious, and so on. i'm very sophisticated. that is every human for yeuu, ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hars. oh well. im gonna get a song for my blog. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time,&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu&lt;br /&gt;the chinadoll&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112036627680531526?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112036627680531526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112036627680531526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112036627680531526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112036627680531526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/pumpkin-soup-with-lotsa-shredded.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-112018484664231285</id><published>2005-07-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T07:28:24.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ((:&lt;br /&gt;sighh. im feeling very confused and vexed. what can i say? that's life. i've been keeping a diary (im not very consistent..) and i found out like a few dayys ago, my dumb brother reaad it. SO PISSED OFF. and he didn't get in trouble. what a spoilt brat. my holidays have just started ((: i know y'all have juz ended yours. so weird. i have july hols now. no more june hols. its still winter here, and still kinda cold. rics knows whyy im so unsure about myself. BUT DUNCH YEUU DARE TTRY TO GET ANYTHING OUT OF HER. i trust her, and she should not abandon my trust and tell. RIGHT RICS? hars. okayy. mhmm. decided that everytime i post, i will put a little question and answer it. hars. i know, its lame. but u knoww, to me, its a way to like search my soul.. and heart. right. the question__*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is dating about?&lt;br /&gt;answerr__*&lt;br /&gt;i think dating is mostly about luhve&amp; trust. its also about faith&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; believe&amp; commitment. but faith&amp;amp;believe falls under trust (to me anyway.) and commitment falls underr luhve (ditto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've told peeps that i gave up on blogging, but u noe, im a veryy fickled person. change my mind veryyy easily. i've not been thinking of *imm that much anymore. and y'all know who he is. i know u do. i wrote it in kah yeen's profile book. he is fading. slowly, but surely. myy first real crush. oh well, life still goes on. i still go on. MANDY MOORE ROX. hars. i know, hell random, but wadeverr. okay. y'all can like tell me whatt y'all think dating is about too kaes? awaiting ur answers! okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARMENN IS MISSING HER VERYY DEAR FRIENDS ALOT ALOT ALOT&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY:&lt;br /&gt;rics&amp;amp; dwi&lt;br /&gt;CUZ THEY ARE THE ONES THAT SERIOUSLY HAVE NOT CHANGED AND ARE TALKING TO ME HEAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luhve yeuu guys lots yeahh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard that valentina has changed. to a more.. untolerable person. i hope that is not so. my heart would break if that waas so. valenn is my veryy bez friend, and if she changes juz like that, it would be veryy veryy sad. IM NOT LES. if thats wad yeu are thinking.. hars. okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUHVING YEUU LOTS AND HEAPS AND PLENTIFULS&lt;br /&gt;the prettiful gurliee&lt;br /&gt;the chio bu&lt;br /&gt;the egoistic bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i made up myself ((do not copy))+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't believe in luhve at first sight&lt;br /&gt;didn't believe that everything would be alright&lt;br /&gt;didn't believe that i would find my knight&lt;br /&gt;didn't believe because yeuu lied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-112018484664231285?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/112018484664231285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=112018484664231285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112018484664231285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/112018484664231285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-sighh.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13454727.post-111831112687314489</id><published>2005-06-09T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T07:27:56.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello__*&lt;br /&gt;whee. gosh it's so cold in perthh! and its supposed to be the hottest state in aussie. sheesh. im chilled to the bone. my excursion was cancelled todayy. was going to go to Yanchepp place thingyy. hars. postponed. like my neuu skin? I LUHVE IT. i luhve the song hollaback gurliee and MR lonely. i noe i noe, rics u dunch like it. evil. hars. my mum's coming. can't talkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luhving yeuu,&lt;br /&gt;fairyydust__*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still looking for someone (([whomakesmefeel])) __`perfect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13454727-111831112687314489?l=living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/feeds/111831112687314489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13454727&amp;postID=111831112687314489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/111831112687314489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13454727/posts/default/111831112687314489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-for-yeuuu.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779326252730314636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
