<?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-2901310381118685265</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:39:34.823-08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='hair due'/><category term='everyday life'/><category term='weird'/><category term='summer'/><category term='dream'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='HIM'/><category term='past'/><category term='tip'/><category term='scary'/><title type='text'>Sanni-unnie's Awesomeness Is Just Awesome ^^</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901310381118685265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ti-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996150563866685798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYscafg6qg8/TDN1ghbNbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AUA8savCM4k/S220/avatarhell_vampirex_angelx_ee15.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901310381118685265.post-3611347824750808865</id><published>2010-08-17T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:39:04.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytime (with me and myself and I was daydreaming during this)</title><content type='html'>Konbanwaaa minna-san. I last blogged.. when? let me check.. on 31st July.. sweet. since then I've been..um I was in Valga for about two? weeks.. maybe? can't be too sure of anything these days. so anyways my day looked something like this: woke up, ate, went for a walk, ate, went for another walk, ate ice-cream, walked back, ate, walked to a shop, walked back, ate, went online, went to bed. You'd think I eat a lot. I do. But the things is that I'm only allowed (no I don't have an evil stepmother.. i AM the evil stepmother) to eat fruit, veggies, yoghurt (ice cream too of course.. occasionally), rice (occasionally as well haha), porridge and yes.. pack soup XD Please don't kill mee.. oh wait why would you? I wanna feel lighter. I actually hate Light..but I really love L.. he was so cute in Death Note the movie. This was kinda off topic, but whatever.. I feel like as if I'm talking to somebody right now, but I'm not, but I am.. talking with myself.. i can kinda imagine the two mes talking.. haha.. yea that conversation shall never be dull. THUNDER ooh myy loord. you know i was actually even more scared &amp;nbsp;(and you know i just had my earphones in my ears without putting some music on.. for about 10 minutes o.o ) when it was all about lightning and lightning only in the middle of the night... than when THE storm hit Estonia. Oh lord..there was this huge wind and then the sky went black all of a sudden and and and then it started raining and then.. it was over.. haha. anyways.. i also went to this antique shop in Valga.. A LOT of great stuff there, but since those beautiful beautiful rings cost about 300 EEK each.. I didn't even ask about other stuff.. aaaah.. but i still want that one ring :( i got together with my childhood buddy too.. aaaaaand um.. days just passed.. now that i'm back in Pärnu i understand why i'd love to live alone.. for a while.. actually i'm lying.. i don't wanna be alone. at all. i just needed the well-earned rest from my family.. and it was great. i mean i saw them every single day, but then after went back to this quiet quiet flat. i mean i can't listen to silence in this building. honestly.. so that's what i miss sometimes. aww this is such a pointless jabber i'm so sorry. it would be great if it was just me and my.. special someone living.. in special somewhere.. oh man.. anyways.. you know i've always hated the radio.. well not the radio itself but those awful radio stations we have in estonia. i mean it would be so freakin' awesome if we had those separately.. like a station for one genre.. i would listen the radio sooooooooooooooo much more. now i get to the point.. my parents turn on the radio in the right time.. which means that when they turn the radio on.. guess who's playing? HIM... i get so happy when i hear Scared To Death from the radio in my flat without me putting it on somewhere.. HIM is getting quite a lot of playtime now.. which is great. haha. i know that you, girl with big blue eyes don't listen to them, but that's okay.. i guess.. i have no idea why, but i just realized that i only listen to songs that have great and meaningful lyrics.. or then i can somehow relate to this certain something.. enough of that. i recently watched Let The Right One In, which is a grrrreat movie by the way. i don't know though whether it's supposed to be a horror movie or a drama or.. something. but anyways it's the greatest vampire movie i've ever seen. it's just different, you know, it's not the usual stuff you get to see everywhere. it sure is creepy.. in a way, but the story was great and the movie was well done so.. yea.. oh my god my dog is snoring o.O anyways.. is that it? umm got myself a new pair of headphones.. got a little excited about it.. also a little while ago i dyed my hair.. cause the sun obviously didn't treat my cute little hair good.. then i discovered that A-team is pretty cool and funny and wondered why i kept hating that show for years.. okay i'm done now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901310381118685265-3611347824750808865?l=ti-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/3611347824750808865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/2010/08/storytime-with-me-and-myself-and-i-was.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901310381118685265/posts/default/3611347824750808865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901310381118685265/posts/default/3611347824750808865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/2010/08/storytime-with-me-and-myself-and-i-was.html' title='Storytime (with me and myself and I was daydreaming during this)'/><author><name>Ti-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996150563866685798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYscafg6qg8/TDN1ghbNbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AUA8savCM4k/S220/avatarhell_vampirex_angelx_ee15.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901310381118685265.post-4293834195467656926</id><published>2010-07-31T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:46:05.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>You name it</title><content type='html'>After getting extremely excited from seeing monsieur Poirot and mr. Hastings play monopoly I decided to blog. Let's just say I got inspired. Actually I just feel the need to play monopoly.. And eat another tiny box of blueberries. On second thought, I should probably go with raspberries... Or black currant. Or what else do I have here...Sorry.. I kinda managed to run low on food and now I'm eating some of our winter savings. Ain't that cute.. The thing is that I can't buy food for a longer period of time (not the money.. I just don't.. um..) so I go to the grocery store every single day.. But not today. I'm not really good at planning my day either. I mean.. I get up at eight then the time flies while I.. probably do nothing.. and then it's 3 o'clock and I'm off to visit some people.. Then I get back around nine and sometimes, like today, I'm just too lazy to go to the grocery's. So it's my own fault.. yes sometimes I just get the feeling as if the world's weight is on my shoulders (2X head and shoulders knees and toes, eyes and ears and mouth and nose head and shoulders knees and toes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to.. you might ask.. In case you didn't notice I haven't blogged or anything so it should be pretty clear that I have nothing to say.. Ooooh wait I went to Viljandi. With my grandparents. It was boring as hell. Actually it's my fault again. I just never learn from my mistakes... meaning that if I don't have anything to do (they're soooo slow) I get tired and cocky and well yea obnoxious.. lost my thought again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have some musicspam now shall we.. Now that I'm hopelessly into HIM.. (read my last post.. it's like when I love some band's music I want to get to know the people behind it.. to be honest this is only the second time..) So um yesterday I discovered this song.. Apocalyptica, HIM and The Rasmus is featured. I reeaallyy love this song ^^ It's called&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIvvaqUdDm8"&gt;Bittersweet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... bye. &lt;i&gt;(Look closely)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYscafg6qg8/TFSYvPoUe_I/AAAAAAAAABA/k_j9iR7sjwg/s1600/a97051_g030_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYscafg6qg8/TFSYvPoUe_I/AAAAAAAAABA/k_j9iR7sjwg/s320/a97051_g030_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901310381118685265-4293834195467656926?l=ti-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/4293834195467656926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-name-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901310381118685265/posts/default/4293834195467656926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901310381118685265/posts/default/4293834195467656926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-name-it.html' title='You name it'/><author><name>Ti-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996150563866685798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYscafg6qg8/TDN1ghbNbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AUA8savCM4k/S220/avatarhell_vampirex_angelx_ee15.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYscafg6qg8/TFSYvPoUe_I/AAAAAAAAABA/k_j9iR7sjwg/s72-c/a97051_g030_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901310381118685265.post-5236050535135591223</id><published>2010-07-19T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:07:50.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh some</title><content type='html'>Whyy hellooo everybody. Who am I kidding... Hi Sanni-unnie. Weird.. My blog's title and all.. As if I'm just.. Okay just lost my thought. Anyways. What I've been up to these past few days.. Oh soomeee. I last blogged on July 10th... You know I just realized that.. first I realized something yesterday.. That my eyes hurt from watching the monitor. Then today I realized that it was because I've been goggling really bad. Like the distance between my eyes and the computer screen was about 15 cm.. Like what the hell!? Okay.. now to the news.. The first is a rather old one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT FIRED. Well I didn't even have a contract with them so it doesn't really matter. And they didn't pay well either. At least they should have paid what they were supposed to. And then to got fired for something like this - well jeeesuuusss. Anyways.. We switched shifts with Marta and some friends thought they'd pay a visit and of course get some free ice ream. So there I was.. Doing my job as usual and then they came and I said that you can't really be here and they were like - oh no shit I don't really care you know. Then some clients came and I couldn't possibly say anything more.. And then the heroine (actually the evil step mother or.. wait it's always the evil step mother) of the story walked in, saw them and fired me. That was it. The only sad thing about it is that she didn't hear my side of the story and acted like a bitch and also that I don't have an income anymore. Wth.. Oh and the blonde fella, who was with she-who-will-not-be-named, was so freaking cocky.. I actually wanted to slap her. Like.. I just lost my job because of you and you are worried about that clamp or whatever it was. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just enjoyed the weather and swam like crazy. Then that day I got fired I also went shopping with Sanni-unnie. And that was super as usual. Actually it was the first time we went shopping together but whatever. On the 14th I got myself a laptop (!) as a present from my family.. And I mean it quite literally. Thank ya'll!! AS if you're reading this. And on the same day I went to the beach with my granny. Well in the evening - I went for a swim. On the way to the beach she told me a story. (I just love it when she tells me stories. It doesn't happen often at all. It was soooo cute) anyways we went past of a motorcycle and that's when it started. (Got a hint already eh) In her youth she wanted to buy one as well (!) and she had all the money saved up. But then one day she met granddad, the love of her life, and he already had one, so she put that money aside. For quite some time they went out on dates and very often for a ride on that bike. Then of course they got married. After some years passed granddad one day told her that the bike got stolen. Granny didn't quite believe it, but didn't say anything either. That pretty much was the story.. And then she stated that she would ride a motorbike even now. (That's the spirit) I think that's where my addiction for those cute bikeeeees comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, 15th, I went to Tallinn. To Õllesummer and just shopping. The festival itself was rather boring, but then again it wasn't quite meant for me eh.. Also I was rather tired and not feeling well that day.. I only ate some plums and sushi that day. Well.. I kinda passed out twice, but didn't really hit the floor XD Yaaay lucky me. After I got some free soup I felt better. Then the concert... (something was really wrong with the sound so blame the sound technicians. Seriously.)..but.... HIM... Oooooh myyyyy goooood. It was sooooooooooooooooooo AWESOME like it was sooooooooo &lt;b&gt;greatttt&lt;/b&gt;. I've known HIM for years.. Also I listened to them before I got really crazy about Green Day. I didn't expect much out of their concert.. rather I just wanted to have some fun at a rock concert. But then.... Ville Valo.. &lt;b&gt;His vocals&lt;/b&gt;.. OO MY GOD. Who would've guessed? He doesn't sound so good on recordings.. And afterwards I watched some videos from other live shows they did.. He wasn't that good there. But I can say.. and I have to say.. that he really put soooo much effort into his and his band's performance that night. He really wanted to make it special and during the first songs he was astonished himself and kept saying how amazing we (the audience) were. The concert was unbelievable. And he was soo cute.. A girl fainted in the front of the stage (there were loads of people everywhere) and he just stopped the band and asked if she was alright. That's just soooo sweet. Anyways...Like he sounded awesome!!!!!!!!! The best male vocalist (in my opinion). Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901310381118685265-5236050535135591223?l=ti-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/5236050535135591223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/2010/07/oooh-some.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901310381118685265/posts/default/5236050535135591223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901310381118685265/posts/default/5236050535135591223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/2010/07/oooh-some.html' title='Oooh some'/><author><name>Ti-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996150563866685798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYscafg6qg8/TDN1ghbNbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AUA8savCM4k/S220/avatarhell_vampirex_angelx_ee15.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901310381118685265.post-7005403266269142223</id><published>2010-07-10T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:07:59.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dream..</title><content type='html'>So yea.. Today (tonight?) I saw a dream (!!!!!!!!!) yepp.. as it barely happens. So there I was, in my apartment..alone. For some reasons I felt an earthquake (what the hell was I doing while still asleep?). I was the only one who was left behind (now what does this mean? this is what I put down when I woke up to go to the bathroom) and I felt so sad. (Jesus.. Now as I'm reading this I can't remember anything from the actual dream o.O) Then, in my dream, I went to the bathroom to take a shower, but there was no water. Suddenly everything started shaking again, so I left the bathroom in panic (this would make a good movie for all family members, because I didn't see myself taking off my clothes and then dressing up again - must be edited out, but when I left the bathroom I had my clothes back on). Still panicking, I walked to the other room, where I looked out of the window to the roof, which was covered with HUGE boxes. Two of those were filled with candies (&lt;i&gt;Oravakese&lt;/i&gt; o_O) and all the other ones were full of home appliances. Then I called Karolin (a friend) and invited her over. She said that everything is normal at her place and she would come only if she could take a shower. I was mesmerized. (Oh and this apartment wasn't mine.. only the window and the view out of the window was.) And now because this happening was so terrifying, someone ordered me to come out of the house. By a flip of a finger I was at &lt;i&gt;Vallikäär &lt;/i&gt;(but there were huge mountains everywhere)&amp;nbsp;and an awful lot of people were gathered there. For some odd reasons one man had to drink up 6 bottles of lemonade (2 liters each), because he was drunk (wtf XD). Then the picture I saw was zoomed in and I noticed, that this man was my uncle. Then some other guys, who have to drink some lemonade, were found. Suddenly there was music coming and people were chatting and laughing and someone was talking to the microphone and it all felt like a fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually kinda understand this dream. Some aspects of it are in the future and some in the past. I mean.. the whole day I've been wanting desperately to take a shower. Then I felt SOOOOO fuc*ing lonely today.. I really did.. and I was sad all day long. Also I met up with Karolin last week a lot. Also, yesterday I wanted to take my dog out for a walk at Vallikäär. And my uncle (and of course my dad - what a freaking surprise) were drunk yesterday. That lemonade bottle I saw still is in my fridge. And I've visited two fairs this summer. Though I'm not so sure about the earthquake and huge boxes. I have a hint on the box thing though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901310381118685265-7005403266269142223?l=ti-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/7005403266269142223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/2010/07/dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901310381118685265/posts/default/7005403266269142223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901310381118685265/posts/default/7005403266269142223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ti-chan.blogspot.com/2010/07/dream.html' title='Dream..'/><author><name>Ti-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996150563866685798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYscafg6qg8/TDN1ghbNbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AUA8savCM4k/S220/avatarhell_vampirex_angelx_ee15.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901310381118685265.post-4423639220446865591</id><published>2010-07-09T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:44:42.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair due'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Fresh start ^.^</title><content type='html'>Konbanwa, minna-san ^^ You know, I'm the girl who has created at least 4 blogs on various sites and posted about 3-17 posts in every single one of them. So, now I'm here.. Let us all hope that this time I'll be more constant ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing thing happened to be yesterday. Actually it was a rather ordinary day at the beach.. Well I was working in the ice cream stall actually.. Anyways, not many people bought ice cream that day, but there were some. Also some wanted to leave their things in the stall (of course they have to pay) and then this dude came and left his and his girlfriend's helmet there.... and then returned about 23 minutes past 8 (and I worked that day from 3PM-8PM)... I gave him his stuff and then he paid and said that he forgot to ask, when our closing hour was.. I said 8 and he was all sorry &lt;s&gt;sorry sorry sorry&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;then I said that it happens and what did he do?? He just gave me 200EEK as tip O.O &amp;nbsp;Well yea, that was the highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 5th of July I went to the hairdresser's. It was great!!! The lady who cut my hair (her name is Ruth) was really nice by the way ^^ Oooo my new hair due:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYscafg6qg8/TDeHATJBa2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KeUJEqj_KRU/s1600/DSCN2381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYscafg6qg8/TDeHATJBa2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KeUJEqj_KRU/s320/DSCN2381.JPG" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'you like it? I do ^.^ And so many great things have happened since I had my hair cut.. I have received tip 6 times ^^ And I've been called beautiful and cute (by some random dudes and my friends) oooh so many times. By the way.. It's not like me.. you know taking pictures of myself, so sorry &lt;s&gt;sorry sorry sorry&lt;/s&gt; if it looks.. um.. *insert an adjective*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even have a tan XD which is kinda reddish.... ooooh and today at work was so freakin' busy :( My arm still hurts from making those ballzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 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