<?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-4090808359767537281</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:26:54.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I carved your name on my heart.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-7572335427108838419</id><published>2012-01-25T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:20:12.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLABLABLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm .. I don't know. I feel.. so.. bleh. So fucked. Yes I'm fucked. Feel so fucked. Got it? Yeah........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-7572335427108838419?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/7572335427108838419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2012/01/blablablaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/7572335427108838419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/7572335427108838419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2012/01/blablablaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-3209645764482108962</id><published>2012-01-06T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:09:11.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>Yes, humans. We're humans living on this planet, called Earth. Do you know, humans now a days are so appalled? Why? They tend to dwell on the past. They tend to ask 'What could have happened if I never did that?'... I wanna say, after a long period of dwelling on the past, STOP ASKING QUESTIONS THAT WILL NEVER BE ANSWERED. They're plain useless, and they'll only get you sad, and to nowhere. Isn't it? What happened, happened. Why think back and ask yourself questions that will only hurt you much more? Why don't we all choose to live this very second to the happiest? Yes, easier said than done. I, myself, frankly, have hard time listening to my own advice. But trust me, life would have been better if we all accept what happened &amp;amp; move on to the next chapter of life. Remember, this is L I F E. Nothing's easy, nothing's free. Am I not right? Anything you want, you have to pay for the price. Same goes for l i f e. I believe L i f e is a test given by God to us, mankind, to fight off temptation &amp;amp; to learn to be strong by going through hell lots of obstacles. Listen, stop what you're doing now and think about life. Look at the surrounding. Take a break, and analyze your life. What you went through, some of the people have it worse. You might cry cause you don't get an Apple Product but seriously? What about those children in Africa? They're dying for food! Appreciate your life, accept your family background. Treasure what you have. Live life to fullest. You only live once. Why be sad when you can be happy? Stop listening to the evil inside. Shut the voices in your head. Do what you want, but of course, don't go and smoke pot all those shit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, I've been asking myself so many questions about what happened last November. But, to no avail. Nothing's gonna change even if I think too much. If it does, HELL MAN I'LL WRECK MY BRAIN EVEN. Nothing's gonna get better even if I cry. So, be happy. It's just another challenge. Stay positive. Okay...... I wrote this because, it's just a reminder for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-3209645764482108962?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/3209645764482108962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2012/01/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/3209645764482108962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/3209645764482108962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2012/01/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-5771457418482636698</id><published>2012-01-05T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:30:27.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You call me an EX. You're an EX too. You said you love him, still. As if I don't, when you guys were together? Dafuq? At least I was good enough to let you guys together other than bitching shit. You said it's okay for us to be together, then next day you turn into a complete different person. Dafuq? You said he WAS and is yours, then shouldn't i claim him mine too? Since I had him before you, I met him before you did, since the reason he was with you, was because we two broke up? You think I'm bitchy because I'm texting him &amp;amp; everything? Hellllllooooooooo? Thought you said before, it's MY life, it's now or never? So it's my life, his life, your life. Please. Read what you wrote on your blog. About a breakup. You're a good example of contradiction to yourself right now, if you haven't notice. You said you wanna slap me, then go ahead. If that makes you feel better. After that, let him live his life. Finally you understand how I felt, eh? It suckedddddd, ain't it? At least I didn't call you a fucking bitch when you were with him. Awwwwwwwwwwws. = =" What's wrong with ex falling in love with ex again? So common. Fell in love. Fell out of love. You could fall in love again with the same person, since you pretty much did fell for him before. Not likeeee....... I ruined your relationship, bitching bout you to him, just to get together with him. -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-5771457418482636698?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/5771457418482636698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-call-me-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/5771457418482636698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/5771457418482636698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-call-me-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-3960373382419100210</id><published>2011-12-29T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:33:47.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29.12</title><content type='html'>I don't even remember I had a blog. Hahaa! It's almost 2012 now. Been months since my last entry. I'll update you all once.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh, something unexpected happened. But oh well, ....kinda got me hated by some people. It's a moderate month actually, and i can't really remember but.. it was a dramatic monthla, kay? Around the end of the month, Hari Raya was around! Bitches bitched bout me. Cei, never mind, it's not the first time I got attacked by my schoolmates. Oh and examinations, Trial 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda a hectic month for us Form 3's. Since.. we would be sitting for PMR in Octo. Trial 2 started right after school started. Exams, books, study! BUT, ehehehe, I never really studied. All the time, you can say, I was slacking around with my peers. ;) Play here &amp;amp; there. REALLYYY, I remember sitting around in class doing nothing during the Geo subject, the teacher gave us questions to do, but i didn't do, i didn't bring, hahahahahaha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PMR started on 4/10 I think, I forgot lolol. I studied last minute.... for every subject. Amazingly, my bestie dared to not even properly revise and just sit for the exam like that. SERIOUSLY SOMETIMES I WISH I HAD HER GUTS. :) But no way man, if i don't study, hell would be waiting. That's how my brain works. :( Anyways, in a blink of an eye, PMR finished! YAY! Freedom! FREEDOM! x) The pasca pmr was soooo.... boring. -_- ..I mostly spent my time with him, heh... -_- (You would know why I sound like this).. &amp;amp; i skipped most of the pasca, just sleeping at home. &amp;amp; you know la kan, imagine what you would do if you have so much freedom. no books or anything. yeah that's what i did then. around the end of the month, shit happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shitty mama broke us up. november was hell! i don't really wanna talk bout it. too long. endless. too much pain too. but yeahhhh, i cried everyday. feeling sad &amp;amp; everything. can't sleep, eat. what shit. you know la kannnnnnn? tried to work on 15th but resigned on 19th cuz i couldn't focus on life. shittiest month of my life. i feel better now though. trust me... it was really helllllll. i waited for him &amp;amp; everything. fuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalala this month is better than last month. Thank God! :) On Dec 3, went to Xmas Parade. Walked with Jimmy &amp;amp; suddenly rainedddddd. Coincidence or what, we met Melissa during our way to Parkson. Hehe! Asked her to join us :D So we hanged out together abit. Cei. Melissa wanted to make Jimmy eat a super big burger, turns out I became the one to finish his burger, cuz he can't eat beef, he ate mine instead, super spicy. Cis. Whatever. :) Thennn, around Dec 11, i went to look for him. Yeah you know who, so stfu. He asked me to get a life, and basically, any mean shit you can think of, you could possibly think of, from an ex boyf who loved you fuckingly. ......Was shitty for the next 3 days I guess. I got better. On 21st was my birthday, it was a great day, 22nd was when we get our result, I got 7A's for my PMR! Teehee that's why i say this month is better. :) I forgot what I did on 23rd lol wtf but on Christmas Eve, we went to karaoke bar for countdownnnnnn &amp;amp; later on went to Brandon's house to eat. x) Lalalala~ That's it, i guess. Been feeling kind of happier these days. Please last...............please. 2012, be goodla. Don't so cb to me. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-3960373382419100210?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/3960373382419100210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/12/2912.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/3960373382419100210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/3960373382419100210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/12/2912.html' title='29.12'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-3642459561167110937</id><published>2011-06-09T18:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:35:43.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKERISH DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Merdeka mall's arcade is the most fucking cursed place, ever. Just weeks ago, or maybe months ago? Melissa lost her handphone there. It was my turn today. I lost my wallet. I felt so appalled. But what can i do? Nothing. I felt very sad but I know tears are not worth it since my wallet probably isn't flying back to me anyway, SO DOUCHE, congratulations for stealing my wallet successfully, I hope you die in a car accident this year. Meh, it was my fault anyway. I was goddamn careless. UGH! :( Without money, I feel so insecure. ;/ I guess I'll start all over again and start saving. Luckily I NEVER store my IC inside a wallet. Otherwise, I'm dead!! Ugh. My RM180+ fly oh fly! Fly to orphanage or old folks' home please. :(( Eeeee! So not content. That douchebag is lucky while I'm the complete opposite. SHIT HIM! I know it's a HIM well because boys/men are fucking demons on Earth. I reckon it's an OLD MAN!!!!! DIE EARLY DIE EARLY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Blehhhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let this be a lesson. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I CAN'T LAH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-3642459561167110937?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/3642459561167110937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuckerish-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/3642459561167110937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/3642459561167110937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuckerish-day.html' title='FUCKERISH DAY!'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-8739813372526247141</id><published>2011-06-06T02:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:36:09.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, you're one hell of a bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;HEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I'm sick of you, talking smack about other girls, when you yourself, are a bitch. I thought you know about it the best? You're almost everyday saying Miri girls are slutty and what-so-ever! Look who's talking now. Someone with small brain and small boobs LOL. That's you, k. See how do you make-up, the way you dress, the way you talk, the way you pose and camwhore. So fucking sick. It's not like you're so goddamn pretty /ohsonotkay. You're just another dumb bimbo that could join in your furping sluts. Stop talking smack-lah. Reflect yourself in the mirror! You're rich, so the hell what. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;bullshit.is.you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Anywaysssssss, my one week of holiday just slipped off like that. Aghh, rethink &amp;amp; rethink &amp;amp; rethink. I have done nothing productive LOL apart from sleeping, eating, teevee-ing and reading. OHEMGEE! Read what? Books, of course. Miracle or what! I decided to read books, well you know my holidays are getting really dull. But to no avail. I have no interesting books for me to read okay. So grandpa gave me RM50 woohoo and my sister, too. ;D So i bought three books with a total of RM48 but discounted til RM43. You know what! I soooo wanna buy the book that Felicia lent me to read, I forgot bout the title but it's yellow skinned. It's kind of like a diary, of a boy.. and it costs RM40+ per one for ohmygoodnesssack. Danggggg~ Reading is a great way of advancing your vocabulary anyways. ;D One day you'll see me raping the Popular Bookstore lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Btw, i'm out for now. It's almost 3AM now bye ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;p/s: I love &lt;b&gt;Ervin &lt;/b&gt;:D Girls, just back off-lah. Don't be so cheap, trying to be the third-party. Go furp yourself if you wanna mess with me &amp;amp; especially, disturb my love life. I'm scary when it comes to things like this, k. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;First warning! &lt;/span&gt;And if he's not faithful I swear I'm gonna skin himself lol j'kay, I know he won't anyway, he's a good guy. Right dearrrrrrrr? :D /hugs. Miss him badly. He's in Melaka now. Wish him all the best in his tournaments! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-8739813372526247141?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/8739813372526247141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/06/girl-youre-one-hell-of-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/8739813372526247141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/8739813372526247141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/06/girl-youre-one-hell-of-bitch.html' title='Girl, you&apos;re one hell of a bitch.'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-3372285552876115150</id><published>2011-05-26T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:36:18.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS - SHOO!</title><content type='html'>Oh la la. Oh le le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER. Yipeeeee. Now, I must enjoy the two weeks holiday to the fullest! 'Compensate' for the time that I've wasted over Mr.Books, well guess what? WE'RE DIVORCED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two weeks of hell, i'm over it. :D Time passes fast if you really wish for it, HAHA! Just like me, every night I tell to myself that these four days would went by quick, TADAAA! True enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;;O But, good things always end up bad. RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i mean is, after two weeks, I have to go to school again, to face disasters. THE RESULTS. Ohmyfackingpie. I think I did worse than the previous exam. Don't care-lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmm. I wanna watch kung fu panda 2. Hopefully my girls go out tomorrow. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's all? Mosquitoes are feeding on me now, lol. Chh`yeah. See you soon blog, byebye. /kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-3372285552876115150?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/3372285552876115150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/05/exams-shoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/3372285552876115150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/3372285552876115150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/05/exams-shoo.html' title='EXAMS - SHOO!'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-1051621450485647190</id><published>2011-05-15T18:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:36:27.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't know how could I ever trust you, again. Just because of that one stupid mistake you did. It literally broke my heart into fucking pieces. I still feel the pain that you'd caused. It's not like I'm a paranoid, I just got wiser.. to handle a boy. :D &lt;i&gt;(Promises are fucking meant to be broken for some people.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Soon is just too cute O: Please, by no means. It's not like that I find him cute means I wanna date him. Wtf. Grow the fucking up. He's younger than me &amp;amp; I don't date little brothers. L U L I don't see what's the big deal, okay maybe there is that I always talk about him with my girlfriends in front of my husband, SO WHAT. :D It's karma, bitch! What goes around comes around. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is so boringggggggg oh boring. Examinations are coming! NEXT WEEK TO BE EXACT. It seems like yesterday where I just sat for previous examinations. - -t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I borrowed some reference books from Angela since I'm such a cheapass to buy myself some, well, what a waste of money, after all, next year i'll be in Form4. Anyways, the books have been laying in my house for like.. 3 days now? Yet they're left untouched. :( I'm just too lazy to open them, let alone like.. reading them.. remembering all those formulas, information. @.@ There's no way I'll be marrying Mr.Book one day. I FUCKING HATE MR.EXAM. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivien thoughts to herself, "Hm.. I'm gonna study tomorrow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, "Hm.. I feel lazy. Next day-lah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; delays are fucking sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-1051621450485647190?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/1051621450485647190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/05/trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/1051621450485647190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/1051621450485647190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/05/trust.html' title='Trust.'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-2809245511345044700</id><published>2011-05-14T19:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:37:40.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fights.</title><content type='html'>The days and nights seem endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYDAY SEEM ENDLESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't stop arguing over small matter, seriously. I don't know where the hell did we go wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHERE THE HELL DID WE GO WRONG?! Over late replies, over ex-es, over one sentence. You name it! IT'S LIKE EVERY FUCKING SINGLE THINGS THAT DON'T MATTER AT ALL. Why oh why, the more the fights, the more I think I'm a psycho. Every fight just end up with me having no idea what to do. I want to scream, I want to throw things, I want to hurt myself and yet I can't. Then I start saying insane things. Really, like, a psycho. I rather I'm diagnosed with mental illness than having to doubt my mental health. I would talk about death. I would talk to myself. Ugh, but at some point I'm certain that I'm perfectly fine. I'm so sad. The only thing I can do is cry &amp;amp; cry &amp;amp; cry. Shit tears. I'm too, already tired of crying. I guess.. I'm the one who causes all these stupid happenings. I have a negative behavior. I get jealous easily, I'm very sensitive, and everything-lah, I can't even remember but there's a hell lot of them. :'( I know he loves me very much, but why am I acting this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, somehow, I feel like, I wasn't born for being in love. I don't get along with the boy that I'm in love with. Because I care, just way too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know what? I wish I was a &lt;i&gt;lesbian&lt;/i&gt;. Seriously. I don't fucking care what would you think of me. At least I understand a girl, for I, myself, am a girl. I know how it feels like. I understand everyfuckingsinglething. And yet, unfortunately, I'm straight. I don't understand a boy, and the fact is boys would never understand girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-2809245511345044700?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/2809245511345044700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/05/brand-new-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/2809245511345044700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/2809245511345044700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/05/brand-new-may.html' title='Fights.'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-456940701590543812</id><published>2011-04-30T01:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:39:44.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. It's almost may.</title><content type='html'>Hi, blog! I will reopen my blog.. soon.. someday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNTIL THEN. I MUST ENSURE THAT I'VE DELETED THAT RUDE POST. LOL*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, let me update you my life, would you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost 2 people I know this year. Tiffany &amp;amp; Uncle Lau. Rest in peace, you both are in a better place now. I miss you guys. Seriously. So fucking much &amp;amp; it hurts fucking lots. *broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( Friends - Okay I guess. Him - Perfectly fine. Family - Fine. Oh God, please bless my Grandpa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T WANT TO LOSE ANOTHER PERSON I LOVE. MY HEART IS BREAKING, BITCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-456940701590543812?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/456940701590543812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-its-almost-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/456940701590543812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/456940701590543812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-its-almost-may.html' title='Hi. It&apos;s almost may.'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-4310023635521275431</id><published>2011-03-26T01:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:44:45.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally cried. I guess I finally accepted the fact that she's gone for real. At first few hours, I didn't seem to react to the whole incident. I was terribly shocked that I can't feel anything. Everything happened so suddenly, how could I cope up with it? But right now, there, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tiffany Wong&lt;/b&gt;, rest in peace. May God be with you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted that I did not spend time with you. You were a nice girl. You NEVER deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Funny when you're﻿ dead, how people start listening." - If I die young.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even, like, listen to this song without feeling awful. But the lyrics are amazingly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, I can't believe it's you, who did it. They said she was your best friend? 11 years? Why, boy, why? Were you out of your mind? No matter what, it won't make a difference. She's gone.. for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don't know whether I should despise you or what. But you took someone else's life, someone's daughter, someone's lover, someone's best friend, someone's cousin. You took her away. You did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condolences to her family, may her soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Wong, you're remembered. 1993-2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-4310023635521275431?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/4310023635521275431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-finally-cried_9072.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/4310023635521275431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/4310023635521275431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-finally-cried_9072.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-8678767435718722344</id><published>2011-03-16T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:46:41.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are such hypocrites. Hypocritical to the max! Really dislike some seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some seniors think they are superior. Kiss my ass. KISS MY ASS PLEASE!! And I wanna say, so what? So what???????? Who the hell gives a damn. It's my life. What I wanna do then I'll do. What I hate then I'll hate. Stop giving me bullshits because i'm as stubborn as fuck. You hate juniors? Oh great, juniors hate you too! Look how you handle the fucking situation. Even your 'friends' despise you now!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This contempt is wayyyy too much. But who cares, you deserve it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-8678767435718722344?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/8678767435718722344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-people-are-such-hypocrites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/8678767435718722344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/8678767435718722344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-people-are-such-hypocrites.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-6659320251146234755</id><published>2011-02-16T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:48:57.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why I was born. What am I living for? When I came into life, do I hold any specific meaning? Sometimes I daydream &amp;amp; drift away from life itself, and when I finally gain my consciousness back, I often ask myself, "Who am I? Why am I here? This is not a dream, I'm living on this Earth." You'll know what I mean if you have had experienced the same odd thing. Sometimes when I'm tired of life, I feel like ending my life, but that has always been the last option. Sometimes.. I wonder, are we still humans? I'm disgusted at the society. The materialistic society. The bully. The society that prompt other human beings to feel worthless. Rich people belittle poor people. Sometimes I feel like living a life of a kid in Africa. I want to feel how hard it is. I want to slap myself for hating going to school. Sometimes I feel so bad for wasting food. How unfair could this life be? I wish I could give the needy all they need. But I can't-, instead, it's up to the hands of the wealthy people. You have all the things that you want, but they don't even have the things that they need for survival. Racism, ..all those. Can't we get together? Stop the war for the sake of the future generation. ..It's only 2011. But it feels like doomsday is approaching. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE SOCIETY IS SICK!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.i.p. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-6659320251146234755?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/6659320251146234755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-was-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/6659320251146234755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/6659320251146234755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-was-born.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-1075141798152139477</id><published>2011-01-27T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:50:07.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really pissed. Why must you cross the fucking line? Isn't it obvious that I can't handle too much exaggeration? HUH? Once is fucking alright,&lt;br /&gt;but you did it times.. in two days. Right after I uploaded my picture, you said i looked like a boy because my hair is short. I know that and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;But here you are again.. today, picked on me of what others had said about my picture. Is that your problem? It's not fucking fun to repeat the same&lt;br /&gt;thing, ain't it? Why must you be the spoiler of my mood? Which to begin with, is already moderate. Not happy, not sad, just normal. Now you&lt;br /&gt;prompted me to feel so fucking irritated. Okay? Previously, my mood had already gotten down because of their same fucking comment. Dude, boy,&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber. Oh Lord, give me a break. It's just a picture. And to add on, that perverted Chai, attacking me with stupid lame ass comments. How much&lt;br /&gt;worse could my fucking day be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I lose my mood so easily, this year. Just because of some fuckers. Fuckers. Fuckers. FUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Get out from my sight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-1075141798152139477?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/1075141798152139477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-really-pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/1075141798152139477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/1075141798152139477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-really-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-656812775049573113</id><published>2011-01-25T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:51:19.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to kill everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to kill myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why... do people affect me so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why... do I feel so down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all went through the same phase- that is, loving someone at a young age. Adults claim that we don't know what's that, but didn't they go through the same thing at their tender age? I wouldn't call you guys hypocrites, as I know all your deeds are just for my own good. But have some faith in me, will you?- let me be wild &amp;amp; live my life, because i only have one. I really can't stand other people saying we kids don't know what's fucking love when they went through the same damn thing &amp;amp; neglected what everyone said. You have every rights to lecture me and i would listen, but i wouldn't take them into my heart. I believe what I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if it means I will be proven wrong in the future. At least I did exactly what I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To 'love' that someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm depressed. The past still lingers in my mind. Trying to beautify my present &amp;amp; future to cover up that darkness. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-656812775049573113?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/656812775049573113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-kill-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/656812775049573113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/656812775049573113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-kill-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-5264860143993284587</id><published>2011-01-21T17:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:54:56.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;..Actually, I wish you didn't exist in my life. It didn't bring me any good. It didn't teach me any lesson, maybe it did, but i rather not want it. It didn't really bring me any happiness. Maybe it was me, but now it's you. You are fucked up. I'm wondering if before were you a liar too? Just like the present.. I'm starting to doubt all those things you told me, but it was all in vain. Because you're no longer important to me in any sense. I regretted everything I did for you, not even a single thing that I did not regret. But you taught me a lesson, so I shall move on &amp;amp; be wise. We had our times, but compared to now, they were nothing.. I found my true happiness through family, friends &amp;amp; him. ;) I can't believe how foolish I was, to commit all those just for you. But I was young &amp;amp; I guess we all call it an experience? No matter what, as long as you don't concern my life, I'm all good. My life is perfect that way, without you. The truth stings? No it doesn't. Because you have a life &amp;amp; a lover. So love her please. Don't mistreat her like how you mistreated me. No girl deserves that. If you think girls do, then might as well just go to hell and never come back to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-5264860143993284587?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/5264860143993284587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/01/hes-fucking-times-better-than-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/5264860143993284587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/5264860143993284587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/01/hes-fucking-times-better-than-you.html' title='A letter.'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-535181487761844944</id><published>2011-01-04T19:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:59:52.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday - 21th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas - 25th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; The day onwards, fucking awesome. With Leroy &amp;amp; Natasha staying over. But now they're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Registration - 31th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was fucking not great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; THE DAY ONWARDS, SUCKS LIKE HELL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[1st January 2011 - it was wonderful at first, but after I reached home, ..it sucked. Anyways, Happy new year, yeah?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my God, school! I hate them more than anything now.. The stupid rules that change every year.. PMR means no more nap-time! &amp;amp; The thought of needing to pass History &amp;amp; BM in SPM (2013), and for fuck's sake, please, i don't want maths &amp;amp; science to be in BM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i'm so fucked. - - I want to go to Riam the next year but i don't know.. their syllables are way more far ! Seriously . . . . the world.. is so damned. The society is ugly. &amp;amp; Everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst of all, my fucking school. Oh my God.. too much grumble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; It's just a waste of time to talk about it. So.. well, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here am I, posting an update because i'm overjoyed that my homeworks are done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..BYEH. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. All 1996-ers are unfortunate. Mainly those from my school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe.. it's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suay daooooo~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-535181487761844944?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/535181487761844944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/01/birthday-21th_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/535181487761844944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/535181487761844944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2011/01/birthday-21th_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-5076327069016415280</id><published>2010-12-31T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:04:19.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had let the golden opportunity slip away just like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now.. I guess I have to take the move..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are feelings so complicated to comprehend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grow attached to you without anyone knowing.. including myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've known you since 8 years ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.. it's hard to say that I like you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH!! ....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Mr.Feeling? You came at the wrong time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh.. ..Now I'm sitting here typing this having no idea what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-5076327069016415280?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/5076327069016415280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-had-let-golden-opportunity-slip-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/5076327069016415280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/5076327069016415280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-had-let-golden-opportunity-slip-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-8877095060787794331</id><published>2010-12-22T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:04:29.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm always known as the &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; people. May it be friendship, family or relationship. I do admit I had pretty bad attitude before, I still do, but not too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;extreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;, I guess some of them don't really like me because i'm straight-forward, loud &amp;amp; rude, what-so-ever. But hey, that's me. Looking at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bright side, I'm kinda out-going and funny, and making my friends laugh is what that matters. I do have few besties and I love them although&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the water isn't as pure as before, and i believe we need each other in life. It's rather difficult to be dubbed as the 'bad' people. But I'm already used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to it. Heck, why am I even whinning? My life is wonderful &amp;amp; I'm satisfied with what I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family&lt;/b&gt;, fights always happen between my siblings and I. We fight, &amp;amp; usually, in the past, I'm the one who started the fights first for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like I've said, I have pretty bitchy attitude towards my family because I know in the end we'll be cool again. &amp;amp; WELL, who loves to be defeated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Certainly not me, therefore, even if it means hurting my siblings with sharp word, I didn't care, I must win that shit. (L o L) I guess now I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A LOT better since I've matured bit by bit. &amp;amp; Heck yeah, I did have apeshit wars with my mum, nowadays I still do, cough* P-m-s cough* but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it's rare already. I rather shut the fuck up than making things worse when my mum blabbers to me bout how tough is her life raising me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bleh.. hope shits like that won't occur again. OH AND, I've pointed a knife towards my eldest sister because my mum took the fuckshit computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;network whatever you name it, ..apparently.. well i've forgotten bout that case but i guess it was because i did not let my sisters to use the computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Wth, what a scary rebellion) -o- BUT I SWEAR I FUCKING DON'T DO THESE KIND OF THINGS ANYMORE LOL. The mind of a 10-12 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;old. I'm now 14 and ever since I entered high school, I don't cause fuckness anymore :P *Cough except for the fact I do curse more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationship&lt;/b&gt;, well, after break up, suddenly i'm a bitch to everyone. So funny.. they don't know anything yet they think I'm the one that should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;be blamed or what not.. I don't know.. what a waste of time. It's not even their business. Lord, school is school. Gees, this is what we call the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Highschool drama!".. And him, why the fuck would you waste your time to hate me? ..Brainless much.. Still can't figure out why the heck did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i fall for you. = = I vow to the sky (pun:God) I won't date immature boys anymore.. duh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wrote this for.. uhm I don't really know. To kill boredom? Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hate me for my bad qualities? Hate then.&lt;i&gt;. obviously I do have good points :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S: Fucking love my family, friends! So much (;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-8877095060787794331?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/8877095060787794331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-always-known-as-bad-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/8877095060787794331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/8877095060787794331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-always-known-as-bad-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-8541107586028149479</id><published>2010-12-15T13:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:06:14.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding 'dog' issue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;B i t c h&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;i s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: 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center"&gt;s o . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;y o u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;a r e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;f u c k i n g &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;s t u p i d &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;t h a t &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;y o u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;c a n ' t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e v e n &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;d i f f e r e n t i a t e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;t h i n g s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick with other people acting cool calling each other 'dog'. Mainly teenagers and mostly boys. So lame &amp;amp; low-classed. When that 'low-classed' is annoyed with what the 'dog' says, that 'low-classed' will dub the 'dog' as 'dog' because the 'dog' 'barks' = talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please. Google why dog barks. They don't bark for no reason. Besides, they act according to their nature. They don't just bark at unknown people for no reason, dickheads. They do it to protect someone or whatever, and they portray 'bravery' and as self-defense. Even though sometimes it's irritating but when you became a dog's bestfriend, it will stay loyal and faithful to you so shut the fuck up because you are just another fucking traitor. Apparently dogs are better than human beings like you that have no respect for other living things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay? Tbh, I never called somebody 'dog' because it's fucking pathetic and it just makes you look like your parents never teach you how to be a rational human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. what's with the shit, "Bitch always get fucked?" LOLOL. The 'shit' happens to maintain the ecosystem. Please, use your brain for once. They don't have fucking marriages and there's no such thing as 'A female dog can only have __ with the same male all over again." They're not human. They also have hormones like us, seriously. You don't? I bet you're willing to f- all day, so don't be a hypocrite and discriminate dogs. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Besides, every living things do __.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickheads.. clear enough? Obviously not. Your brain is full with shit inside and you're not gonna get what I say, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-8541107586028149479?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/8541107586028149479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-still-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/8541107586028149479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/8541107586028149479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-still-cant.html' title='Regarding &apos;dog&apos; issue.'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-2940872655895098805</id><published>2010-12-10T19:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:06:22.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 9am something today just to go Brunei.. well, the sushi? oh my. I don't think I will ever consume them for a period of time. they make my stomach cries D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i made the right decision for deactivating my facebook. i feel care-free now-a-days. the world can't keep in touch with me. ;D because i can live without &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt;, or you can say, backstabbers. they're troublesome.. to be honest. the friends i mean are the ones i don't really know in real life, yet they chat with me more than my close friends do through online. i should've seen it coming. HEY, you never give a fuck about me, so why are you so interested 'bout my life? people like these, just fuck off, i have nothing for you to say. mess with me? may peace be with you, later. i'm sick of the people in my school.. ah. i'm sick of the world..no.. it's the society. i'm sick of people that tried to hurt me, and you know who you are. i wish i had a Genie. after all, &lt;i&gt;who never went through shit before?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You don't need thousands of friend, just a few true friends would do, because you know, even if you're at crowded places, your heart still feel the emptiness."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4090808359767537281-2940872655895098805?l=just-stfu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/feeds/2940872655895098805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2010/12/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/2940872655895098805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090808359767537281/posts/default/2940872655895098805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-stfu.blogspot.com/2010/12/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Viviennn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839600043913058820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eym6Yj-ykfI/TvyJMevtFuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rQyAGk5x-gk/s220/Snapshot_20111221_33.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090808359767537281.post-1263959104387801447</id><published>2010-12-10T15:37:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:06:31.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stfu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-R6f4CBXIwU/TQHceh9CAFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qTZja7KWmnM/s1600/Stfu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548958632965701714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-R6f4CBXIwU/TQHceh9CAFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qTZja7KWmnM/s320/Stfu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-R6f4CBXIwU/TQHceh9CAFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qTZja7KWmnM/s1600/Stfu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I fucking hate racists that insult my race. Please, is your race any better? Your race should be ashamed because they have people like you, racist assholes. Either way, I'm proud of my race and I fucking hate it when people humiliate us. I don't care if you're a korean. Just because I listen to korean songs, don't ever assume that I want to become a korean or convert to Christianity. Fuck it, I get it, you're so damn proud that K-pop is all around the world. The media misleads us thinking that Korea is full of gorgeous people. Shit you! I know korean songs are good, but please, stop being so full of your country and wander around belittling other countries. Your English sucks! I can't even comprehend it. Chinese people don't bathe? Woah.. yeah.. what are you? A barbarian in the jungle? Seems like you know nothing. If you don't, just shut up! Chinese people copy korean people? What the hell.. go read some history books. Chinese people have thousand years of history. Whatever, I'm not going to lose my interest in K-pop just because of you! But, alas, I really wish K-pop would just die sooner or later just so brats like you can shut the fuck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p.s. I fucking love Korea. t(-______________-t)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; ZOOM: 1; BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px" class="message-display" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; 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PADDING-BOTTOM: 6px; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 389px; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; ZOOM: 1; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-SIZE: 12px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-TOP: rgb(153,153,153) 1px dotted; PADDING-TOP: 6px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial" class="subject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 375px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; CURSOR: pointer; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial"&gt;shut up dirty savage chinky&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 375px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; ZOOM: 1; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 10px 0pxfont-size:12px;color:transparent;" class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0pxfont-size:12;color:transparent;" dir="ltr"&gt;don't copy korea music&lt;br /&gt;chinky is always don't wash dirty n smell terrible&lt;br /&gt;you n your poor compatriots is smell terrible^^ SMELL TERRIBE&lt;br /&gt;at least, please washㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I see you in RL,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GIRL: Dig your eyeballs out and kick the hell outta you. Maybe pull your hair, slap you across the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOY: Karate your stupid balls and &lt;s&gt;set it on fire and later chop you into pieces and serve them to other racists&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.s.s: &lt;i&gt;I'm also surprised that someone will never stop coming back. 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