<?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-1362004070262228482</id><updated>2012-02-09T16:22:10.239-08:00</updated><category term='well not really'/><category term='kitty'/><category term='cats cats cats.'/><title type='text'>Pretty much everything</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-4543578187181655802</id><published>2009-12-10T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:35:16.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetlullabye.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see me there kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-4543578187181655802?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4543578187181655802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/4543578187181655802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/4543578187181655802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-6400617763467315233</id><published>2009-12-04T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:40:55.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hai i'm back</title><content type='html'>huurr, sorry for my long absence and i lost my voice and i sound like a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don and i have been doing fine. and i guess what have been making us fight, indirectly is because of the reappearance of my ex. who told me that he still harbours feelings for me. though not as much as before i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise that it would cause all those complications indirectly. which was weird but made me understand that he was right all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i wont be hanging out with my ex and that bunch of friends. they are a bunch of nice people but i dont want to cause any complications in my precious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we spent the whole day together, we cuddled in bed and had we talked alot even though my voice was gone, haha. and i bought him a pair of boxers simply coz i was sick of seeing the same ones over and over again. hahah, oh and he told me abt how he could feel his good friends "jealousy aura" everytime his friend sees me or my pictures... lol. he says that he thinks good friend thinks that i'm pretty and that if i was single he would have dated me. hahha whuuuuttt, i'm not that pretty. i'm just normal i guess, bleah.. and then when it was around 6-ish we left to attend his collegues wedding which was pretty boring coz it was so crowded and we couldnt see a thing. so we left after awhile. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i helped a french lady on the way home last night, she wanted to know the way to the airport and a bunch of people and i helped her out. i didnt say a word to herbecause i didnt want to stress my already fading voice, i just kinda pointed to her the direction that she was supposed to go, and when she spoke to me i nodded in acknowledgment. so yea, i guess she thinks i'm mute lul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm procrastinating like crazy abt my homework. raaaawwrrrrrrrrr, i donntt wannnaaa doo myyyy wwooorrrkkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyyaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-6400617763467315233?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6400617763467315233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hai-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6400617763467315233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6400617763467315233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hai-im-back.html' title='oh hai i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-5325813893279978054</id><published>2009-11-19T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T05:47:48.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>everything between us is good. now its things that have to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i fainted in class coz the night before i had a horrible stomach ache that kept me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plans to cosplay as soi fon is cancelled coz i dont have enough time to do a suzumepachi and my wig fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm cosplaying as Saya, uniform version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a pair of 10 dollar white socks coz i thought she wore socks but now i realise she doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants a pair of white socks? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and guess what, the stomach ache is back. it comes on every hour or so. leaving me spasming  in pain for a minute. i really shat everything out just now and its still here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone pass me a yacult. my digestive system is fucking up on me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-5325813893279978054?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5325813893279978054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/5325813893279978054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/5325813893279978054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-718282428610135892</id><published>2009-11-09T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:14:01.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've lost the man i truly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're still together but i feel he doesnt love me as much anymore after what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is torn into pieces and i dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don, love me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-718282428610135892?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/718282428610135892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-lost-man-i-truly-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/718282428610135892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/718282428610135892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-lost-man-i-truly-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-5396482538071323072</id><published>2009-11-08T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:11:42.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no vivianne. you must control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-5396482538071323072?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-7118872743226724868</id><published>2009-11-07T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:42:25.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa</title><content type='html'>so yea, i went to another sgcafe outing. to sentosa! it was pretty fun. there were like little competitions and i met new ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. one of them is so cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like, "i hate the sun!" *pouts* hahahah, oh god i have no idea why i'm spazzing over him. but he's like the little kitten kind of cute and not the oh god he's so hot and cute kind of cute. the irony is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his name is the same name as my ex. oh mah god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his kinda girly though. ohlol. i told don abt him and he was like, "so is he like carl?" carl, being his best friend who is also pretty girly even though he's a commnado in NS. and i said yea. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i was talking to alot of people including him and my ex. of a different name. sigh, he was saying stuff like he misses me and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why do you say that now you ass. its is the wrong time to tell me this and you should have told me last time so that at least i could have done smth to make you feel better. but i guess too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really great that don isnt like throwing any kind of fit so far. hes been really understanding and he has made his stand clear. i really appreciate that. :3 thanks darling. i hope i dont spam you with all my post-its.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-8708341050280002585</id><published>2009-11-05T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:34:19.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guys. sigh</title><content type='html'>i dont know what has been happening to me or them or whatever but i realize that i have more than one person who is interested in me to a certain extent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that equation just doesnt really go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe its my new haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-8708341050280002585?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8708341050280002585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/11/guys-sigh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/8708341050280002585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/8708341050280002585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/11/guys-sigh.html' title='guys. sigh'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-3863192847062347263</id><published>2009-10-22T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:30:20.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh part 2</title><content type='html'>well, once we talked it out it wasnt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was mis-communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad he heard me out and explained to me everything nicely. and i really appreciated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea, i still kinda hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my baby mice are all still dead. sighsighsigh. if mo mo gets pregnant again, we'll take the necessary precautions and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt he great or what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-3863192847062347263?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3863192847062347263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/3863192847062347263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/3863192847062347263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh-part-2.html' title='sigh part 2'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-7327718319133171684</id><published>2009-10-22T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:08:56.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>all my baby mice died the today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and regarding my relationship with don, right now its so fragile. i thought it was strong but i was wrong. i hate myself for believing that this relationship could face anything and still stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was FUCKING WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this now vivianne. why did you fall into the trap again. you so stupid, gullible, bimbotic, tactless, retarded bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this relationship fails,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to stay single forever. i dont give a damm. i will no longer believe in true love and i will never trust being in a relationship ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always my fault! i never seem to get ANYTHING RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm good for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont deserve a man like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just fucking die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-7327718319133171684?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-6749159091188394183</id><published>2009-10-21T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T05:46:26.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>my mouse has given birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too long ago she was pregnant and now she has given birth! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are her babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/St8BSA4r7KI/AAAAAAAAACA/PF43SZlJb88/s1600-h/Aiko%27s031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/St8BSA4r7KI/AAAAAAAAACA/PF43SZlJb88/s400/Aiko%27s031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395032287600176290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heee. they are all naked and small and piled up on top of each other lol.cute. there are 6 of them, there were originally 7 but one of them died in a werid way. it was cut in half. O_o so yea. but other than that they all seem fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but friggin scared that mo mo will eat them up. ;A; but so far okay la. lets hope nothing goes out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333 my little mice mice mice mice mice mice mice mice. 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-6749159091188394183?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6749159091188394183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6749159091188394183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6749159091188394183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/St8BSA4r7KI/AAAAAAAAACA/PF43SZlJb88/s72-c/Aiko%27s031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-7379531072503161008</id><published>2009-10-20T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:16:12.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>the first thing i come home i hear, " WHY DID YOU USE MY CUP?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screamed back at her of course. and she says just because i screamed back at her i was denying the fact that i used her cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why are you so worked up over a STUPID CUP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisters are annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i'm feeling kinda lousy now. i actually considered breaking up with him. what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the three famous emo words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-7379531072503161008?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-6514023331986315533</id><published>2009-10-18T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:58:10.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got attacked by boys</title><content type='html'>haha, i kind of did get attacked by two guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with a bunch of sgcafe members for a cycling session. and it was fun, but i was constantly threatened by two guys who said on the forums that they would hook on to my bike and make me cycle just because i said that i wanted a workout. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them being my ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. he dropped a letter into my mailbox recently saying that he was sorry abt last time and stuff. bleah. i guess i kinda pitied him so i decided to be on speaking terms with him i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kept, "bullying" me and stuff. sometime which i got quite uncomfortable with after a while coz i know my bf would flip if he knew another guy touched me. @A@ but oh well. i guess he was responding to my bullying of him and the other guys. i bullied them coz they bullied me. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-6514023331986315533?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6514023331986315533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-attacked-by-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6514023331986315533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6514023331986315533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-attacked-by-boys.html' title='i got attacked by boys'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-2191241546249409542</id><published>2009-10-15T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:52:32.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soi fon wig</title><content type='html'>oh yesh yesh yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soi fon wig is finally in my hands.. and oh god it needs styling. when i wore it, i look nothing like soi fon. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then thoughts of cosfucking crept into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuuuuuuuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with some reassurance from my "lil sister" odelia, she said that i wont cosfuck and that she'll help me style my wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. literally a price. ehh, 4 dollars onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the rest of stuff to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on another hand. i've been thinking alot abt this relationship. nah, i'm not going to break up with him. i've been ya know.. just thinking alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-2191241546249409542?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2191241546249409542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/10/soi-fon-wig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/2191241546249409542'/><link rel='self' 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no idea how that sentence just tore me apart. we were quarreling once again. over the same issue that we always quarrel abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my control of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much suck at it. some of my secondary school teachers who knew me pretty well told me that i have very strong emotions. i have no idea how they knew but yea. i thought that they were talking crap. but once again i guess their right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i finally controlled my emotions when i forced myself not to cut myself everytime i felt angry at myself. that was in sec 2. but apparently there were alot more to control. He tried to tell me many times. i thought i understood. but apparently i only understood what was on the tip of the ice berg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was just really hurt by what he said too. i mean he told me that he wont break up with me because he believes that there is no once else for him because he's working for the army and the pool of girls there arnt really his type. i dont know, but when he said those words one word screamed in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he said he thought of breaking up with me because asking me to have better control of my emotions is almost like asking me to change and as my bf, he's not supposed to ask me to change coz hes supposed to accept me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he kept on making me really sad by saying that this is the start of the downhill of our relationship. and i refuse to believe it. and my heart and my mind says, IT WILL WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty much simmered down now. he told me he really doesnt want to break up with me. and he believes that we'll pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this relationship has been wonderfull. please do not make this a really bad joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-4049727916328419577?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4049727916328419577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/10/emo-has-struck-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/4049727916328419577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/4049727916328419577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/10/emo-has-struck-once-again.html' title='emo has struck once again.'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-6821181311423633585</id><published>2009-09-30T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:32:45.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the sadist in me is waiting to awaken again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually had a thought of putting my mice mice into the fan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@____________________________________@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must.do.something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-6821181311423633585?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6821181311423633585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-sadist-in-me-is-waiting-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6821181311423633585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6821181311423633585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-sadist-in-me-is-waiting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-3696703305769349866</id><published>2009-09-26T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:39:53.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first pets!</title><content type='html'>are two very adorable mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have no names yet, still wondering what to name them. it was like fate. when the shopkeeper put the black one on my hand and when it walked all around my hand, i fell in love with her. so with lots of discussion and gentle assurance from the shopkeeper, we bought, two, one male one female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are their pictures. (the black one is a girl and the white one is a boy, (i know shes on my boob, but it is the only good picture i have of her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/Sr5BPfUDvfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZWBm8ErXUBc/s1600-h/Aiko%27s021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/Sr5BPfUDvfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZWBm8ErXUBc/s400/Aiko%27s021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385813938741165554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/Sr5BOwQ9-fI/AAAAAAAAABw/MMtp5_1Fkzg/s1600-h/Aiko%27s019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/Sr5BOwQ9-fI/AAAAAAAAABw/MMtp5_1Fkzg/s400/Aiko%27s019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385813926111738354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/Sr5BOTa1QjI/AAAAAAAAABo/AcVxqEwNeRs/s1600-h/Aiko%27s017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/Sr5BOTa1QjI/AAAAAAAAABo/AcVxqEwNeRs/s400/Aiko%27s017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385813918368481842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adorable arnt they? &lt;3 i love them to bits. don is naming the white one mon mon and the black one momo. not confirmed yet but OOMMGG ARNT THEY THE CUTEST THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, all my life i wanted a cat and in my wildest dreams, i wanted a mouse. actually, i'm more prepared for a cat then a mouse. but oh well. kinda ironic. considering that the mouse is the natural prey of the cat. oh well.&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;my dream cat, you shall wait a long time more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-3696703305769349866?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3696703305769349866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-pets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/3696703305769349866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>well, it was fun. kinda tired to describe the whole day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU JIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU AZRI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TAMMY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MUMMY AND DADDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU DARLING DON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for without all of you i wouldnt have enjoyed myself on my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg the room my mum booked is like a friggin hotel laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bed was awesome, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food wasnt as awesome BUT THE CAKE WAS COVERED WITH STRAWBERRIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you allll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-6788403992506805560?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-1720514873956638024</id><published>2009-09-18T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:17:28.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the aftermath</title><content type='html'>the class chalet was fun. tiring but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine that i'll be having another one soon. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recovering from a urine infection, now i have a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the urine infection, from not drinking enough water. now i'm drinking water like nobodys business and i have to keep on going to pee. which is really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, now, i'm sniffing, coughing and i need to pee for the 12447663th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty much how i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i have such a loving and patient boyfriend to make things much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-1720514873956638024?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1720514873956638024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/aftermath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/1720514873956638024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/1720514873956638024'/><link 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(none of my "close friends") that is. finally i get to stay over with my bunch of close friends and none can make it. i dont blame them really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant ask my classmates either coz they are all going for a chalet tmr till friday and my chalet is the next week. which parent of a girl would allow their daughter to go for two chalets in a row?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel pathetic because i cant find anyone else to stay over with me. any girl that is. i thought i was miss social butterfly / miss popular but reality struck me and i'm not. i'm miss pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to announce like on my facebook, WHO WANTS TO COME TO MY BIRTHDAY CHALET? GIRLS ONLY HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be like some no life person with a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just talked to my dad. he said its okay. he said that my bunch of close friends and i have just grown out of each other. and that i should just move on and i'll find another bunch of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, am i really that pathetic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-6973639036925879423?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6973639036925879423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/pathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6973639036925879423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6973639036925879423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/pathetic.html' title='pathetic'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-4287951691042253366</id><published>2009-09-05T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:38:57.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary</title><content type='html'>oohhh today was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but suffering the after effects of a piercing on my right ear. my 5th piercing yet, one more to complete the collection. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right,  so i woke up bright and early and headed off to meet don at his house. after some cuddling and lots of "i love yous" he gave me the sweetest card, in it was all about how he was sorry for our fights, how he wanted to show me his support for my art, he bought a sketch pen and really fancy erasers. plus he bought those really sweet cards one of them says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hang in there,&lt;br /&gt;things dont always turn out the way you want them to . but if you can, keep on going, the sun should soon break through. theres always hope around the corner if you can hang on in there tight and i will be here for you to help things turn out right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A little hug.&lt;br /&gt;whenever you are feeling sad and things arent going right and your usual happy smile has slipped right out of sight, here's a little hug from me if i cannot be there because i want you to know just how much i care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest is too mushy, huurrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, then we went for buffet lunch at errr, i forgot the hotel name.  haha, and at first we went there thinking we'll get 50% off our buffet coz his neighbour is a chef there. but in the end, the lunch was totally paid for by his neighbour! we were like, huh?! you sure?! err, omg thanks! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off we went to downtown east and we were dissapointed. there isnt much to escape theme park. its like stupid and quiet and it looks like it would die soon. -A- yea, and we took the pirate ship and Don screamed like a girl for the first half and i was half screaming half laughing at him. XD then we went to ride this ride called wet and wild when they have this boat where we sit in ( i sat in front he sat behind) and we go down a short slide and a big one. the big one being 15m tall. so we took the short slide, we both screamed a lil due to the built up excitement, then the big one, we were like, "darling, i really really love you. i love you too! oh crap. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"   haha, then we were both laughing at each other. and Don was soaking wet, and i wasnt really wet. so i thought that we would go again and he agreed. this time round we decided to scream something out instead of " ahhhhhh!" and we would switch places, he would go in front and i'll go to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end he came up with "mao" and "mew". so he would say mao and i would say mew. the first slide it went well, then teh second slide don went, " MAAAAOOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" XDDD i died laughing after the slide was over. and now, i was soaking wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got bored of downtown east not long after so after having a snack at orange Julius, we headed home with a taxi driver who cracked lame jokes. but i really appreciated the fact that he was friendly. so yeap. kinda fell asleep a little on the cab untill we reached his house again. we washed up and cuddled a little before heading off to town, the new orchard central so that he could take a look at a photography book store. once we reached there, it was quiet. i guess the hype was all at ion and orchard central had a weird range of stores. and they had nice comfy sofas all around... :3 then he went to the book store and started talking photography stuff with the storekeeper and another guy and i was like, "........" and i was surprised that i actually pretty much understood almost 3/4 of what they said! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around and i wanted to have fish and co for dinner. so we hunted for fish and co at the places that his ipod touch application said they had. and fish and co is like closing down or smth. rawr. so we went to bugis to have fish and co and thats when i got my piercing~~ *puts alcohol on ear hole* ouch. ouch. stings. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, then i went home and settled down. ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day. today is our real anniversay. 6th of sept. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-4287951691042253366?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4287951691042253366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/4287951691042253366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/4287951691042253366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/anniversary.html' title='anniversary'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-6061853373384393260</id><published>2009-09-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:51:45.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don and dolfie love.</title><content type='html'>everythings all cleared up. we have said our sorrys and kiss and made up. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our first year anniversary is commiiingggg~~~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so excitiiinngggg!! hes got the whole day planned out andd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have anything to give himmm. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i originally did a drawing but it kept screwing up. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall do something. but i'm not saying what. hohohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigghhh, today was so sweet and nice and we were both kissing and playing around with each other. and i really liked how he cuddled with me today. it made me all nice and happy inside. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to kristy's house not long after to get my measurements for the soi fon costume that i ordered from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and then thats when my love for dolfies sprung back to life. i saw her poor neglected dolfie lying on her bed and i felt the dolfie lover in me cry out to her. so i asked kristy to help me clean her up and let me take a look at her and then i'll get to keep her for a day and see how she is. if i really like her, she'll name the price and i'll buy it from her. hohoho. even though she isnt the doll i orginally wanted, its better than nothing. i remember i would stare at her pic at least once everyday untill i realized i really dont have enough money. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presentation tmr. icandoityesican&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-6061853373384393260?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6061853373384393260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/don-and-dolfie-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6061853373384393260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6061853373384393260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/don-and-dolfie-love.html' title='don and dolfie love.'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-2763728462269176169</id><published>2009-09-01T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:45:55.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>argh,</title><content type='html'>i dont know how to answer him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i want him to tell me everything that is on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. i dont want him to make me feel angrier because he keeps saying that what i did was stupid and bla bla bla.yes i know i'm wrong but i dont want him to keep on emphasizing it. yes what i did is stupid. okay, thank you end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, yes, coz he might have something else to tell me. somethings, people only say it once. and you have to catch it, especially if its important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, no. coz usually after that i feel lousy and crappy and i feel like my intelligence has downgraded to -50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really love him but everytime we fight, my intelligence gets insulted again and again and its tiring. i know i'm not that stupid. i know ever since i was young i was smart. but everyone just kept on telling me that i'm stupid, i'm bimbo. especially my mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i ignored them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i CANT IGNORE him! every harsh word or thing he does it burns!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.26am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just finished talking on the phone. my heart feels much calmer now, though my nose is still running and i'm still breathing from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do now is hug him tight and watch him as he falls asleep in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so selfish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ruined such a happy day for him. he just given out a very successful presentation. i'm really proud of him. hes going to be really great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have made up my mind. i want him to say every thing he has to say. if it hurts me so be it. because its everything he wants to say. i have to become a stronger person. i'm too weak now. i cant let every single word hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he makes me such a happy person. why cant i make him feel the same? all i do is make him angry. i cant do anything right. but i will try. i'll try very hard. and i must remember that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don, i really love you. please forgive me, i've been such a selfish person. i'll give you as many massages as you want, and i wont hesitate. i'll try not to do stupid things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do whatever i can to make you happy. this, is a promise. :3 sleep tight. you need all the sleep you can get. go and have a good day at work tmr. and have fun at the lunch gathering. message me whenever you can. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i'm a silly girl. but at least this girl has found the right guy. so shes not so silly anymore is she? :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-2763728462269176169?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2763728462269176169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/2763728462269176169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/2763728462269176169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/09/argh.html' title='argh,'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-1499369127852015541</id><published>2009-08-31T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:10:11.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="310" height="255" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d796487188483db" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d796487188483db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106781%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16DD69D7E02016F6FEC7CD4FE80FC09857ED645D.409298CBF6623931C8A9D60EF6CC5A6B68D50FA1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d796487188483db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB90MSCQ_NMcFzsUlJr2N5Hpjhv4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="310" height="255" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d796487188483db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106781%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16DD69D7E02016F6FEC7CD4FE80FC09857ED645D.409298CBF6623931C8A9D60EF6CC5A6B68D50FA1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d796487188483db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB90MSCQ_NMcFzsUlJr2N5Hpjhv4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my studio project. Don and my blood sweat and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-1499369127852015541?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1499369127852015541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/3_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/1499369127852015541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/1499369127852015541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/3_31.html' title=':3'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-1667932297219475200</id><published>2009-08-30T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:24:37.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. women are very temperamental creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. i;m a woman too. .________.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-1667932297219475200?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-8555800257658935194</id><published>2009-08-30T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:04:41.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>i dont know what i did, but i'm starting to get the "get away from me" vibes from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sitting here wondering what did i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it something i said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it something i did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i did, then, i'm sorry, coz i most probably didnt mean it coz i dont remember what made you snap at me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll just back off, until i figure what the hell is going on. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe it because of your new friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-8555800257658935194?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8555800257658935194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/8555800257658935194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/8555800257658935194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-1459997807300661476</id><published>2009-08-26T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:12:26.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sgcafe.</title><content type='html'>oh god, i think the world of sgcafe is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgcafe.com/"&gt;Awholenewworld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because sometimes i make little posts here and there and, my "experienced" friend would say that i did something stupid and that i was a "new fag"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR! and everyone who opens a new thread on the complaints thread gets flamed even if the person is "in the right" to complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh! but some of them really deserve it. huurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think its because they complain abt daily stuff that happen to them where they should write such stuff on their own personal blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, whats wrong with being a new fag? everyone has got to start SOMEWHERE RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... urgh. i dont understand the mentality of most people. you shun new people coz their new. HOW STUPID IS THAT?! once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE HAS GOT TO START SOMEWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stop slamming people just because they dont know as much as you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i just got stood up today. maybe its because i misunderstood her. but nonetheless i feel fucking cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least things now of these days arnt too bad as compared to last time. i'm so glad a particular fat oily bitch is no longer around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope she dies due to suffocation. hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-1459997807300661476?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1459997807300661476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/sgcafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/1459997807300661476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/1459997807300661476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/sgcafe.html' title='sgcafe.'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-4454760848150624446</id><published>2009-08-16T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:29:39.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huurr</title><content type='html'>one of my good friends got kissed on the forehead by a hawt cosplayer for helping a him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but there was a wide grin on my face and i go really hyped out. and i felt really happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was thinking that if i were in her shoes i would have spasm-ed and died of happiness. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because my good friend has just fulfilled my fantasy before i got attached? hahah i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMM, YOU'RE SO LUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i can get kissed by my smexylicious boyfriend everywhere. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hope you find someone who can kiss you everywhere too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everywhere as in, everywhere on your face and not anywhere else. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-4454760848150624446?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4454760848150624446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/huurr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/4454760848150624446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/4454760848150624446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/huurr.html' title='huurr'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-8704971968025055207</id><published>2009-08-14T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:23:33.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lingering</title><content type='html'>i hate how he still lingers in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been two years ago when he first laid eyes on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that moment of time, during the days when i was being hated and bullied, he came, as if to bring me relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, it was only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was gone before i knew it. and he brought me even more pain and agony. every thought had to do with him stung my heart and tore me to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try, he would still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, one day. i just suddenly didnt feel as much for him. things were going the way i wanted to. i met Don, and i'm having the best time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just by talking to me for a while. all these emotions came to me, slowly one, by one. as if taunting and teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am strong now. i will not let myself be dragged down again. life is only getting better. as a good friend once told me, 'youre just digging at old wounds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don says that i havent forgiven him thats why i'm feeling like this. but, i.. cant. after all that shit i have gone through. but i know i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marcus. i will forgive you for breaking my heart two years ago. i understand why you left and i understand that its my fault as well. i will no longer habour any feeling of any sort for you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like you care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nothing to you. but guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am something. you just dont realise what you threw away that fateful day 2 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-8704971968025055207?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8704971968025055207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/lingering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/8704971968025055207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/8704971968025055207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/lingering.html' title='lingering'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-2769620325352347837</id><published>2009-08-07T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:20:08.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>candlelight dinner.</title><content type='html'>omg. it friggin came true last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it went like this. i was in school till 6 and he came to pick me up from school in a taxi. (lol i know.) then we cuddled in the taxi while we went to bukit timah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the restaurant which he went together with his friend just teh other night, was in some residential estate filled with ang mohs. and it was an italian restaurant with, according to him was  awesome pasta. yeap. the waiter that served us was a typical italian. gelled hair and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our apetizer was kinda a dissapointment coz it wasnt really what i expected and i tried salad for the first time. i'm never never having salad again. coz its BIITTTTEEERRRR!! ;A; and Don liked it coz he likes bitter stuff. rawr. but nonetheless i liked the whole experience. plus there was a really awesome guitarist. playing. don really admired him for his guitar playing and his singing which had a tinge of italian accent which sounded cute. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when our main course came, which was awesome, the guitarist came up to Don and I. much to his delight. the gutairst reconigsed him so he took dedications from us first. so he played us our two favourite cheesy love songs. "youre too good to be true" and L.O.V.E by nat king cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he went away he continued eating our main course. which btw, for him was , simply carbonara with other stuff and i had futcelli (a kind of noodle) with bacon and tomato sauce. i was struggling coz i was still sufering from my ulcer which greatly ruined my enjoyment of the awesome pasta, ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had TWO desserts! one was a really nice tiramsu untill i ate the alcohol and was overwhelmed by the alcohol that i was scared that i would get drunk on tiramisu caku like how i did when i was 10 years old. &gt;_&gt;  and then the other was a complimentary dish which was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIED ICE CREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was overkill, my tummy was screaming from being too full but i stuffed myself as much as i could untill i died. don died too. XD but we managed to survive to pay for the whole meal and walk out to hail a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was romantic, but life just has to spoil everything coz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i had a horrible irritating ulcer&lt;br /&gt;-my shoe had a mouth&lt;br /&gt;- Don's feet were killing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least it was really nice. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Don, it was really nice despite all the little unglam things here and there. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre supposed to eat pasta with your fork on your right hand and your spoon on your left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i had to do that for kicks. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-2769620325352347837?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2769620325352347837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/candlelight-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/2769620325352347837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/2769620325352347837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/candlelight-dinner.html' title='candlelight dinner.'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-3824708586042578757</id><published>2009-08-05T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:19:35.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='well not really'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>i caught a kitty! &gt;A&lt;</title><content type='html'>well, its not really a kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a baby civet cat ran into my house looking for its mummy and it ran behind all the shoe boxes and the CD rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda scared at first, i have never seen a civet cat before, up close. when my dad and i, (my sister was just screaming and squealing) were catching it, i saw its long skinny tail sticking out all over the place. supperr cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my dad and i cornered it. he was on the left, i was on the right, and infront of us was the wall and the baby civet cat. so my dad chased it to my side, and i missed, like 3 times i think, sending the poor creature back and forth. untill, to my surprise, i caught it with a gardern glove in my hand.it struggled of course. and i held it tightly. but i was afraid i was holding it too tightly untill i saw it, as i was following my dad to release it, relax for a while in my hand. then before it tried to wriggle again, it hissed at me. ;A; and all the way when i was trying to release it, i was saying, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" with the ;A; face. ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i eventually released it, it was stunned for a while thne it ran away. and then i released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it smelt funny. it was then i realized, after some research, that civet cats produce a musk, similar to otters. a musk being, a strong smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it looked almost like this lil cute squishy furry thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pds2.egloos.com/pds/200610/12/90/d0012790_04104487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 220px;" src="http://pds2.egloos.com/pds/200610/12/90/d0012790_04104487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby civet cats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-3824708586042578757?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3824708586042578757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-caught-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/3824708586042578757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/3824708586042578757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-caught-kitty.html' title='i caught a kitty! &gt;A&lt;'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-6959518118143365556</id><published>2009-08-04T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:57:32.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>monday was really fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning we had lesson and then our afternoon session was canceled coz my teacher was pissed . okay, that part was not fun. but after that it got funner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to zinggs house and ate instant noodles while she showered and changed and i helped her apply power while i played with her mascara. huuuurr. for that moment i haz pretty long eyelashes. then we zoomed off back to school to attend the YOG (youth olypmic games) appreciation dinner. yea. my whole class went to volunteer to get CCA points or smth along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so we were all on the bus and we were all talking cock and doing random stuff then my dear friend snake came earlier before all of us and when i came down the bus i couldnt reconigse him without his cosplay. so zingg and i walked around together with him talking abt how awesome cosfest was with his epic box. oh and when most of us came, we saw the most epic picture ever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/Snhj4OSR0FI/AAAAAAAAABE/sKiHHOp0UHU/s1600-h/030820091419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/Snhj4OSR0FI/AAAAAAAAABE/sKiHHOp0UHU/s200/030820091419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366148773570531410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACE PALM FTW!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we did a group face palm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/SnhlOSyxTwI/AAAAAAAAABM/P7I1mI0Bgis/s1600-h/Aiko%27s006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/SnhlOSyxTwI/AAAAAAAAABM/P7I1mI0Bgis/s200/Aiko%27s006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366150252249304834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all of us were there in this photo though. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went up to recieve our certificates of participation and when they said, "hey, arnt you guys like cosplayers? dont you guys have some pose?" and then we were like, errrrr, oh wait wait! FACEPALM! so yes, our group photo was another face palm. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was dinner time and we sat together while toky, one of the cosplayers was telling us about this stalker who stalks him. XD and seriously, its some freaky shit.hahah, then we left and the gate was closed! and there was like this big hole under the gate so we rolled underneath it and walked all the way to redhill mrt station. and then, my feet died. snake offered to piggy back me but i said no coz don wouldnt like it. yesh. hes protective like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whne we reached and the train came, toky and i grabbed the seats coz we were both dropping off at kembagan and the rest all lived in the west. rawr. so yea. toky and i talked abt more cosplay stuff along the way and he spasmed when zi jing and i (before she left,) told him that cosfest's 09 krauser was our classmate. XD he was like "OMGZOMGGAAAAAAAASSSSPPP!!" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i reached hom safe and sound and damm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i rushed a lil of my design work, fidgeted during design fund class coz i wanted to see smexy. which i did eventually of course. and then when i reached there the first thing he told me was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my dad is home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaahh, crap. that would mean i would need to behave myself. sigh. oh and don made me cry. ;A; he said that he was cheating on me with another girl who was his ex classmate. and i cried . i knew it was just a joke but it wasnt a good one and i just criiieeeddd. he was kissing me all over saying, " i'm sorry darling, i'm sorry, it was a really bad joke, i wont do it again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgave him of course. i'm not those stupid petty annoying sissy girls who would then give the silent treatment. it is, after all, very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea . we watched the new season of FMA which followed the manga pretty well and i likeeedd itttt, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the animation is gooood. that reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. my walk cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivianne- over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-6959518118143365556?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6959518118143365556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6959518118143365556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/6959518118143365556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/08/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/Snhj4OSR0FI/AAAAAAAAABE/sKiHHOp0UHU/s72-c/030820091419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-2266521690515771252</id><published>2009-07-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:37:35.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ello.</title><content type='html'>everyday seems like a dream. especially since i've been meeting don almost every other day. it beats those days when i could only meet him once a week and in secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm finally getting the hang of school work. its starting to get somewhat manageable. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my class finally has a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.da0904.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.da0904.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt know it was up untill today. oh crap. i'm such a horrible IC. ;A;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-2266521690515771252?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2266521690515771252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/ello.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='text'>promise</title><content type='html'>today we made a promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made a promise that i wouldnt change too much so that i wouldnt leave him. its something we both know cant be guaranteed. but at least i made a promise and by making such a promise, at least i would try my very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shook his little finger and looked into his clear honest eyes. i dont want to change. i like myself now. i feel like i have somewhat finally found myself. there is a long road ahead of me. many things are going to happen. i know. but i know, i must only change for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiive you may think. no, from the bottom of my heart i know that i will succeed. i will not change. i will only change for the better. other than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply because i dont want to loose him. i dont want to leave. i have everything i want in that very man that calls me up every night to tell me he loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tsk, puppy love" you may think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something in this relationship that has something that will last till the end. there is depth in his words, everytime he says those 3 very precious words. it was not like last time like those previous relationships i've had. we only said it because that was what couples do. maybe for one or two i meant it. but i didnt get that in return.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that. in this relationship, there is this strong bond. no matter how much we fight. we wont break up. never. whenever we fight, we dont call each other names. we seek to be understood. but only after we calm down then the other party starts to understand. :) not only that. we still love each other very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things that really show us that we are meant for each other. however, with pros there are cons. life is not as simple as a fairytale. huge obstacles are not easy to overcome. i'm willing to go through the odds with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, so many things tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the emotional post. i had to type it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-927172564013333386?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/927172564013333386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/927172564013333386'/><link 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really, all i remember is dancing to the caramel dansen like hell.. @A@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and snake from metal gear soilds epic box. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got more. but superly tired hurr&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/SlnwxkIprNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ECEWWUZl-wc/s1600-h/Aiko%27s052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/SlnwxkIprNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ECEWWUZl-wc/s200/Aiko%27s052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357577966038133970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3hsAl9l9Y0A/SlnwxkIprNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ECEWWUZl-wc/s72-c/Aiko%27s052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-4886251844632690970</id><published>2009-07-10T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:02:19.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOG/ cosfest</title><content type='html'>8DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait! i'll be going as saya. i hope i look goood.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-5002202547587419821</id><published>2009-07-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:03:23.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/p32OC97aNqc&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it. you'll die laughing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost died from animating a character for my assignment. i'm supposed to make it walk..it was difficult. looks easy but hell its not. besides i'm quite far from being done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was really nice. met up with don and we cuddled at his house. we ordered in mac breakfast and the guy looked like he came to our house before coz when i told him that i was giving him alot of coins, he didnt really blink an eyelid.. almost as if he was expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don has this bad habit of storing hoards of coins at home and only using them to pay the poor guys who deliver food to the house. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate and we watched abit of 07-Ghost. really nice anime. and then he fell asleep and then i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we eventually woke up, it was time for him to go to work so we washed up and we headed our seperate ways. it was really nice, cuddling with him for almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, then went to school and did as much animation as i could. when i got my character walking, i kicked the table with triumph. i freaked out poor redwan who had come to review my work. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my long time no see friend Aufa called me up out of the blue in the middle of the night last night. idiot. hes doing okay, hes taking private O's and working at pizza hut. hes planning on coming to NYP. next year. HURRHURRR i'll be like his friggin senior. wooooott, i like, rule.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe that he tried to make me believe that hes in MERADIAN JUNIOR COLLEDGE. like hello, if youre in mjc, i'm friggin in RAFFLES JUNIOR COLLEDGE. -A-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yea.finally got my hands on some cat food for my darling mummeh kitty and her babies. they need their ver important, "vivianne's special powdered milk formular" to be happy healthy strong kittehs. XD hahah yea right, its actually called.. animalac powdered milk formular for puppies and kittens. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cant wait to see my 4 darlings~! ( mummeh kitteh, baby kitty 1, baby kitty 2 and Don. X3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-5002202547587419821?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5002202547587419821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/8d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/5002202547587419821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/5002202547587419821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/8d.html' title='8D'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-1215530709519858129</id><published>2009-07-07T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:52:55.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>schools started, boo hoo hoo</title><content type='html'>yea, but oh well its about time to. the stupid e-learning this was stupid. rawr. assignments are stacked up right on top of one another and deadlines seem to come sooner and sooner. @A@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is poly life for me. crap. i still have 2 more years of this stuff and then more stress with either university or feng zhu design school and then after that the working world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it never really ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. maybe i shouldnt have started at all. LOL. nah, if i didnt start at all, i wouldnt know how to write such beautiful English. XD or even have my wonderful mac to play with. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday jia came over to do her bugs bunny project. where we took this animation clip of one of the episodes of bugs bunny and had to twist the storyline. tough but i'm glad i;m done. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i fell asleep in lecture, (no surprise there) and i regret not staying awake to learn how to render someones face. by the time i forced my eyelids open, the lady was done with her potrait and i felt like crap. weird though, i feel asleep thinking that i was sleeping in my boyfriends arms. lol. then i rushed through my other assignment only to realise that i did not need to pass it up today. and thank god! coz mine really looked like shit i tell you. XD after that i was supposed to meet my other half only to hear from him that he'll be ending work really late. i was disappointed but i'll have to get used to it. :/ i asked anyone whether was staying behind to have dinner but they all weren't. so i went home and when i finally got a seat, i realized a pretty good looking emo-ish guy was looking at me. hmm, i wonder whether i looked emo just now. but anyway, soon, i offered my seat to a Malay lady and her kid. (i was sitting on the priority seat, of course i had to give it up!) she thanked me twice. i dont know whether she heard my "its okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the second time i gave up my seat for a Malay lady and her kid. seriously! maybe malay ladys and their kids seem to have great luck whenever they see me sitting on the mrt train. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home showered talk to my darling for a while, then was about to do work when i decided to blog and now i realize i;m sleepy. -A-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nooo vivianne. do work. u must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivianne....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching you. you better do your work or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(btw, i'm seeing smexy tmr!!!!! in the morning!!! X3333333333)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;XD OKAY, I WILL GO DO MY WORK NAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care ppl.&lt;br /&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/1362004070262228482-1215530709519858129?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1215530709519858129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/schools-started-boo-hoo-hoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/1215530709519858129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/1215530709519858129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/schools-started-boo-hoo-hoo.html' title='schools started, boo hoo hoo'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-7910153598662943249</id><published>2009-07-03T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:33:49.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, sorry about the previous post. it was for my assignment. damm my scanner, causing me so much trouble. rawr. anyway, i have new artworks up on my deviantart account. finally got those drawings up. its like rotting at home waiting to be scanned but my scanner is such a biittttccchhhh. argagagaagagaga. btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garyng714.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.garyng714.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most warped website ever. really. he has sex with this large girl and he nicknames her, "baby elephant" like, WTH? but seriously only go here if you have an open mind. people like my innocent jia ying should never click that link. plus, i cant believe blogger allows this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was okay, went to his house again. he was sleepy at first. rolling here and there and i tried to cook him breakfast with the limited ingredients in his house. so i ended up with instant noodle soup with egg and siew mai. which, ended up diluted and not exactly a very nice start to the day. i felt like crap and teared a lil. he thought i was throwing a tandrum coz he kept on sleeping and not paying attention to me. hey, i'm not that bad. though i admit i was pretty annoyed, going over early just to watch him sleep. but hey, hes got a demanding job. he needs all the sleep he can get. so yea, he finally got up cuddled a little and went out for lunch. when we were cuddling, we talked about what would make my parents happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dads pretty easy,&lt;br /&gt;just talk about; fish, fishing, politics (basicly tell him why you hate PAP), stuff that have to do with money, (eg, the stock market, banking, investment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is kinda difficult, with stuff like; the exsistence of ailens (she likes a good argument, so unless ur interested in it dont talk to her about it), wine (tell her unknown facts about wine, she'll be super happy)... and er.. i dont know. oh oh, talk about your overseas trips. (eg, your trip to las vegas or smth. and no, she'll be totally turned off if you talk about ur trip to johor) so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had a book about unkown facts in the world and i thought he should totally give it to her on chinese new year but he rather not coz its like a book hes had for a long time and its like giving my mother a hand-me-down. so, noooo waaayy. i think he'll buy her something expensive when the time comes. my mum likes expensive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. and then at macdonalds. some kid shrieked in my ear. i tell you, i would kill that kid if i could! yea, and shes those walk-all-over-the-place-like-its-my-house kind of toddler. i mean i heard i was like that too and hell i must have been annoying. but anyway, after that, her older sister held her hands over her head and kinda lifted her back and right at that moment she looked like a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby orangutan.                &lt;a href="http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/aiko2/?action=view&amp;amp;current=steve-bloom-baby-orangutan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 210px; height: 282px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/aiko2/steve-bloom-baby-orangutan.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'm serious! her hair was almost like that! her face wasnt that deformed but you get the hint. like ommmggg. but anyway, i shouldnt be calling baby humans baby orang utans. they are the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cutest sweetest little things alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*stabs self* see you guys. gtg for dinner!&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/1362004070262228482-7910153598662943249?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/7910153598662943249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-sorry-about-previous-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/7910153598662943249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/7910153598662943249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-sorry-about-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-1435877991427606679</id><published>2009-07-01T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:23:17.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assignment 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/aiko2/?newest=1"&gt;http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/aiko2/?newest=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all here. thumbnails and research for my assignment 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can use my login name and password&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gohvivianne@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;ernestyang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-1435877991427606679?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1435877991427606679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/assignment-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/1435877991427606679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/1435877991427606679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/assignment-2.html' title='assignment 2'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-8818814496333107903</id><published>2009-07-01T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:02:08.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chickadee laugh</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Zv9vRz4QYM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, but i really cant get over their laughter. i'm supposed to critique this advertisment. but i keep watching it again and again because their laughter is soo damm funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was nice, went to Dons place. but i knew it was too good to be true when i saw assignments waiting for me in my email. DAMMIITTTT!! i hate e-learning. its like a hoilday but not a hoilday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-8818814496333107903?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8818814496333107903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/chickadee-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/8818814496333107903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/8818814496333107903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/07/chickadee-laugh.html' title='chickadee laugh'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362004070262228482.post-4647968342478121903</id><published>2009-06-28T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:04:36.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats cats cats.'/><title type='text'>alright</title><content type='html'>here i am, i have attempted to make a blog again. i haz been inspired to make a blog because i.. kinda missed having a whole friggin particular url thingy all to yourself. hurhur, selfish i know, but its kinda cool if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this blog would be a place to share my thoughts, my interests and basicly what have i been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe share tips about what i have learnt about cats? :D i dont own a cat, but i really really really wish i did. i mean you have got to admit, they are the most adorable fluffiest cutest things that ever walked the earth, (the second being my boyfriend, hurhurhurhur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday, my boyfriend and i were discussing whether he should adopt one of those kittens i have been feeding. i agreed, of course, coz it would be equivelent of me owning the cat as well, hehehe, buuuttt, it was way too early for the kittens to be taken away from their mother. kittens are weaned from their mothers when they are 6 weeks old. and from the look of it, the kittens are about... 3-4 weeks old. very cute squealy little sweet things. yea, i liked how they responded to the powered milk i gave them. first time i have ever made such a thing you know. :3 plus on that same day, i cooked my very first omelete for my boyfriend who was tired and hungry. talk about 2 sucesses in one day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, its 12.00pm and i'm waiting for my darling jia ying to come over when its about 2. but knowing that girl, she'll come at 3 if not 4.  and its not like i have nothing to do. i have school work to pass up tmr and i'm seriously procrastinating. VIVIAANNNNEEE YOOUU MUSSTT DOOO WWOOORRRRKKKK!! HUP HUP YOU CAN DO IT YES YOU CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D cant wait to make the kittens their special powered milk plus give their mummy some munchiez.  (btw, there are 4 kittens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362004070262228482-4647968342478121903?l=icanhazcatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4647968342478121903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/4647968342478121903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362004070262228482/posts/default/4647968342478121903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazcatz.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright.html' title='alright'/><author><name>Goh Vivianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665037034838860151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ek5iY8usTkU/TyF4BYGZhXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YjpDRUXzcYI/s220/166965_10151160880000623_733535622_22351554_213286784_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
